Spinach
01 Feb 2006My lunch had spinach in it today. It looked so strange. It tasted so weird. So absolutely wrong. It sends shivers down my spine. I feel queasy every time I think about it.
Spinach FTL (For The Loss) not (Faster Than Light)
My lunch had spinach in it today. It looked so strange. It tasted so weird. So absolutely wrong. It sends shivers down my spine. I feel queasy every time I think about it.
Spinach FTL (For The Loss) not (Faster Than Light)
An Excerpt from the article “Great Design: What is Design?” by Joel Spolsky; or as I like to call it “The Mute Button”.
"How could a mute button on a sound system hurt?" After all, if you don't want to waste time learning about the mute button, you can just ignore it completely, right?
No. Because at some point, someone will hit it by mistake, and no sound will come out of the speakers, and if they don't know about "mute," they'll start trying to turn up the volume knob all the way, so when they do finally unmute the thing, the speakers will blow out with an ear-shattering boom that creates permanent, concave warps in each of the walls of the room where the sound system was installed (and a matching hump in the floor of the apartment upstairs).
And since the mute button takes up space on the control panel, now all the other control panel buttons have to be a bit smaller, making them harder to read, and there are more buttons, so the whole interface looks scarier. I swear, it's gotten to the point where I don't dare try to use the clock radio in a hotel room to wake me up. With all the options they have I can never quite tell if I'm setting the alarm clock to wake me up in time for my Very Important Meeting, or programming the damn thing to download the latest news from Mongolia on the half-hour.
This hit me just right today. I broke out laughing at work =)
I just could not sleep last night. I tried my bed. I played some WoW. I tried my comfy couch. I played some WoW. I tried another couch. I tried my last couch. I played some WoW >.>
I listened to music. I installed development software and did some programming. I surfed the web. I counted sheep. I threatened myself with digging out the dreaded dragon book. (All of you Comp. Sci majors know what I'm talking about)
Eventually, sometime between 3:30 am and 4:00 am I just passed out on my bed. I woke up at 7:00 am. Thought “Whiskey Tango Foxtrot”! Coaxed myself back into dream land. Fought a losing battle with trying to sleep until a little after 8:00 am.
So yeah, I'm functioning on around 4 hours of sleep. Oddly I feel better than I do most of the time after 6-12 hours. I hope I can make it through the day and through the raid to Blackwing Lair tonight.
At least this morning, as I sat up on the edge of my bed, I figured out why I couldn't sleep. At least, I think I did. I think it's the same problem I was having with sleep last week, only augmented.
Shakes fist at air and jokingly curses Damn you feelings! Damn you!
All is teh gruvy now that I understand. No one else does, but I do.
Super Mario. The Francophone Kid. The Magnificent One. The boy who went to steel town USA and became a man saving their hockey team.
He has stepped away from the game he loves once more, and this time will be the last time. He has always magic to watch on the ice. Where Gretzky had hard work, force of will, a good hard shot and lady luck; Mario simply danced and dazzled. Gretzky made the puck go in the net, but for Mario it went in because it wanted to.
For a lot of people Mario is a hero. He was one of those rare people who become a legend in their prime. Mario brought glory and fame to the Penguins by delivering the Stanley Cup.
When Canadians doubted Mario's commitment to his country, he brought Canada gold. In doing so he became unable to finish the rest of the season with Pittsburgh. While this surely made Penguins fans unhappy, it helped to further immortalize The Magnificent One among his fellow Canadians.
It is sad to see such a wonderful career plagued by so many health problems. It is sad to see such a great player forced out of the game before his time.
Good luck to you Mario. The Hockey World will miss you.
Last night my brother-in-law and I made some Gnome rogues in World of Warcraft. We named them Push & Pull. We make a mean duo!
So far, only one person has commented on the naming. He won a prize.
There is a history to the push and pull naming. Many, many years ago when Zelda: The Ocarina of Time came out the original “Push/Pull” problem scenario presented itself to us.
In, I believe the Forest Temple, there is a room in the dungeon with what looks like a three sided vertical gear in the middle. When we got there, we instinctively thought “That has to move”.
I happened to be in control at that point. I ran right over and pulled on it. Nothing happened. I pulled again. Still nothing. I believe at that point someone suggested pushing it, to which I said “If I can't pull it, there's no way I can push it.”
We spent the next several hours trying to rotate the temple around the room in various ways. Always to know avail. Then ultimately we went back to the room, pushed on the gear, et voila, all was revealed. This is the most famous and fundamental example of Push & Pull.
There was another time previous to that when we were playing Earthbound, and at the final battle we had gone through every possible ability and skill save for one. You see, Pray was pretty much useless throughout the rest of the game, so we didn't think to try it. Then my sister comes in the room and says “Just pray. It's all that's left.” My brother-in-law and I looked at each other skeptically, and then prayed. Sure enough, final boss, dead.
In other news, last night there was major wiggage. I was completely out of my mind there for a while. Whether it was the sugar, or the normal inducer for wiggage (there is none) I don't know. I know I was wigging enough that someone actually mentioned that I wasn't my usual self.
Wiggage is a wonderful phenomenon. This is a word that my brother-in-law and I thought we had invented. Then one night we were watching She's All That (I'm a Rachael Leigh Cook fan) and one of the characters used the word wiggage in a sentance. Much astonishment, disbelief and wiggage ensued!
I would like to find an adequate way to describe wiggage. It's like something overtakes you and you become someone else briefly. It's like being randomly intoxicated for free right out of the blue. Just BAM! and you're drunk on life.
The following is a major wiggage inducing line after hours of driving on a lonely highway in the dark: “Geese, Meese, Neese, Cabeese”
If you are not already an insider to the wiggage madness and can translate that from Wigganese to English you get