Monthly Archives: August 2003

Uhhh

For the last time, people, I rented a nargile. A hubble-bubble.

A hookah. HOO-kah. Not a. . .

Oh, never mind.

Last night, there was a birthday party over at Guarapo over at the Courthouse metro stop. There, you can get hookahs with your choice of tobacco in them, as well as mouth tips for sharing the pipe part between the others at your table.

It was quite relaxing, and just a little bit fun.

It's funny, because it's true

In case anybody forgot, it’s the release date for Freddy vs. Jason. I had to read the post’s review by Paul Farhi. At the end, where they normally just place info about the ratings, there’s this bit:

Freddy vs. Jason (97 minutes, in area theaters) is rated R for gore, profanity, nudity, more gore, substance abuse, sexuality, still more gore, pervasive violence and the continued general decline of Western civilization.

Awesome.

Take 2

So, I just got back from home, given that I had to change my clothes.

Let me start over.

First and foremost, fresh from the third circle of Dante’s hell, Pepco is back, and making my life oh-so-pleasant and fresh smelling. After receiving numerous phone calls informing me that my building was going to be affected by a “minute” power outage, I took down the servers last night and got them up and running earlier this morning.

However, by all accounts, it looks like there actually was no power outage at all. In addition, they’ve scheduled a couple more this weekend, just to keep things exciting.

Of course, the office renovations aren’t complete, so of course, I get wood varnish all over my hands because the banisters aren’t dry yet. I’m still working off of a breakroom table that I have liberated from. . . somewhere. The computers that I came in early to set up cannot be set up, because the drapes aren’t hung, and Office Movers took extra effort in placing boxes everywhere that I planned to place anything.

So when I went to get breakfast, and the orange juice exploded all over my shirt and jeans, it really wasn’t much of a surprise.

Time: 9:15

However, my boss lent me her vehicle to go home and change. So I’ve returned and the first thing I do?

Get wood finish on my hands from the still wet banister.

Wow. I mean. Well. . . Wow. Of course, my configuration probably would look like this.

Then again, there’s the whole, “need” versus “want” factor. And while certainly nobody would “need” a racing seat to check their email, it certainly does make it a little more desirable.

For kicks, he should add a five point harness to the rig.

Neat

A symphonic concert featuring music composed for video games. This would be great to go to, as they are picking the best of the best.

I still can recall listening to Nobuo Uematsu’s opening theme for Final Fantasy on the 8-bit Nintendo Entertainment System. Sure, it was on a tinny television speaker and in mono, but it was still moving. Not too long ago, they started releasing the soundtracks to some games here in the United States. Previously a “Japan only” phenomenon, game music enthusiasts can now get game some soundtracks without having to resort to grey market importers with inflated prices.

Right now, I’m listening to a playlist of MIDI files (yes, MIDI files) that I’ve got queued up. I like the symphonic arrangements, but listening to the synthesized versions takes me back to when I was actually playing the games.

Simpler times, those.