March 2004 Archives

Sage Advice

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Drew's in the hallway talking about robots (drew is my boss's boss). James comes up to drew and says, "So how was GDC?", to which he replies:
I look at GDC like Dick's Burgers. You know how after you eat a Dick's Burger you're like, 'Man, that was a good burger', but if you were to eat a thousand Dick's Burgers you'd be like, 'Fuck I hate Dick's Burgers'.
Just a little too long to fit in the random quote area, too bad really. For those random few people that read from strange places about the world, Dick's is a greesy drive up burger place that has a kind of cult status in Seattle for some unknown reason (I think it's nasty on the first bite).

7 days till rome bay-bee!

nutritional value?

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So I'm stading in the line at Fred Meyer to use their automated checkout booths. I'm second in line behind an indian couple, the man is looking around aimlessly while the woman stares intently at what's in her hand. She's carrying a half gallon of orange juice, two individual servings of string cheese and a box of condoms. She's actually reading the back on the box of condoms. I know what a box of condoms looks like, the back isn't really all that interesting.

So I start to wonder; Is she reading the directions? Looking for pointers? Reading over and over again that they're ribbed for her pleasure? Perhaps, given that the other three items were food, she was looking for the caloric quantity per serving of latex? The world may never know.

I resisted the urge to use my camera phone.

Oh come on!

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So I failed utterly at going snowboarding last wednesday and two wednesday's prior to that. So I was going to go today for sure! I asked my tempo-boss to be able to leave at least on time today. I had no fewer than 4 people reminding me to pack my gear last night and this morning - and I actually remembered to bring it to work. So I'm rewarded with a call from Sherry that her friends who are already up on the mountain say that night skiing is off for the rest of the season. So close.

Oh well, it's mid 60's down here so it's not like the snow would have been spectacular but it still would have been fun. At least it's been replaced by an italian dinner so the evening isn't a complete loss.

I wonder if I should wear my ski gear to the restaurant? No, better not. Lifetime ban from one italian restaurant is enough for me.

ai-ta-tie

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St. Patricks day was fun, while we didn't get into the bar we wanted to the one we did end up getting in to was decently crowded and interesting enough to occupy us for 5 hours. 5 hours in a bar for a sober guy is a long time normally, so it's a testiment that the entire time was fun. Anyway, there's really no point to this other than sharing more pictures from my phone :)

Kristin somewhat enjoying getting her face painted, Jennie having a better time with it, and Bagpipe man who played right in front of us because he liked Kristin's shirt

incomplete

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I beat my dream last night, but someone forgot to include the end movie.

We're waiting in a town below a castle for a shipment of red oreos to arrive (produced in the castle). Eventually the long conveyor belt starts up and slowly the giant black crates wigh GC stamped on them make their way down from the castle. We wait in our room until the crates arrive at the loading dock then head down to pick them up. After the first few crates we open one up and find out the oreos are black and that half of the people delivering them are ninja assasins. After quickly dispatching these low level assasins we arm ourselves with pistols and knives and proceed up the still running conveyor belt to the castle.

Once in the now smaller castle we break off into teams and go about dispatching higher level ninjas, I run out of ammo so have to use my knife twice. it is unpleasant. We're down to the last room - the one where the oreos are produced - no one really knows what to expect. All of a sudden there's a call over the radio, one of the team as deciphered the clue, we have to leave all of our enchanted items outside the door before heading down the stairs - yes that means my knife too. If we don't we'll set off the trap and all die. We do. The radio guy also says that there will be a maze of little troughs on the floor filled with death and we have to make sure to jump over them or we'll all die.

After decending the stairs we're faced with the small maze that is easy to traverse and a giant wall that's sort of foggy and crackling with lightning. Scott and I decide to face whatever the wall holds. Shapes and words and screaming things seem to come flying at us from the wall but we manage to deflect them with our own shapes and words and whatever produced somehow by shaking our fists in the right manner. I'm taking more hits from things than scott is but we're near the end, it's just words and giant people now. We deflect the word "Clay Aiken" and a giant half naked woman. We've won!

Then nothing. Absolutly nothing. no one is there, it's just blank all around. I'm still in my dream and the first thing I think is, "what the hell, where is the end cut scene?" then I think, "wait, I'm dreaming. Man this is messed up."

Even though this is a lucid dream - I know I'm dreaming - I can't make myself dream of anything else other than nothing. I wake up. look at the clock. back to sleep, still nothing. For the next hour and a half all I can dream of is grey. Finally I drift into some short term dream about needing a visa to get into korea and wake up quickly.

I think I broke my brain.

so... good...

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We went to a tex-mex restaurant called Barbacoa for my birthday dinner and man was it good. Huge thanks to Miles for recommending it. I had peacan catfish, there were spicy ribs, slow cooked briskit, chicken, "funditos", just tons of good stuff. I don't think there was anything less than excellent on the whole menu. Desert was a nice proper key lime pie that was so, uh, limey that it made your mouth water. As Matt put it, it was the desert that fought back. Everyone seemed to have a good time and I got a nice turnout for only giving a days notice, plus since the restaurant only holds about 25 people we had more than half the place to ourselves. The birthdayish celebrations continue with a planned night out dancing next weekend. Woohoo!

Anyway, Pictures are here:

https://www.arr-the-kraken.com/Slideshows/Birthday

Somewhere, Someone

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With my boss out I'm acting "face man" for our little group - whenever we have to deal with other people laregly I'm the person to do the dealing. Over the last two weeks I've had to work with one of the marketing girls here for some party registration deal - details aren't important. As a rule, everyone in marketing is usually pretty attractive, she's no exception. When the guys first saw who I was working with their jaws dropped a little but one of them commented, "Yeah she's hot, but you know somewhere, there's someone who's sick of all of her shit". I know where they're coming from now :)

I don't outright hate her, or even dislike her, I'm just sort of puzzled as to how she and the people she communcates can miss such fundamental points over and over and OVER again.

This party thing basically consisted of sending out a fancy email with what amounted to "If you want to come to the party, click here" in it. People reply to this message (without clicking) saying they'd like to come. She then dutifully sends that reply - original message intact - on to me to update our database showing that these people want to come. I click the link.

I do work so very hard for my money.

Free at last

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Today is an important day. Today is the first day Aimee doesn't ever have to go back to her job.

Congrats Aims :)

Learn to love the life of sloth. Get on unemployment and then spend your weeks applying for nuclear physicist and CEO positions. Sleep until noon and eat waffles for dinner.

Oh, and come play with the puppies any time you want :)

Br1t1sh.spAm

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I apparently forgot to set up my hotmail account to just delete all junkmail (which is all mail since I don't use it for anything other than Messenger). I noticed I had 84 pieces of mail waiting for me so went to delete them and just scanned the subject lines. Lots of ways to get out of debt, apparently horney women from ages 18 to 80 (*shudder*), and ways to "upsize my manhood". All pretty bland except one of the male enhancment subject lines was "Enhance The Twig & Berries".

You don't often see british slang in spam, I kind of liked it. Oh it got deleted, but not before I imagined an onslaught of Austin Powers'-esque spam.

Maximize the wedding tackle
Massive Meat and Two Vegg
48 karat Family Jewels
Tremendous Tallywhackers
They'll call you Tripod

Well you get the idea.

Zack's Yesterday

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This was yesterday:
  1. Wake up at 7:00am - early, but I have to buy baseball tickets so no matter.
  2. Play poker tournament at 10:00 with Frank (birthday # 1)
  3. Visit my dad in the afternoon
  4. Eat mexican for dinner for the start of Matt's party (birthday # 2)
  5. Go to the comedy club until 10:00
  6. See a movie until midnight (eurotrip, again, but it was with miles).
  7. Play games until 3:00am.
  8. Drive home.
  9. Turn around to go back and pick up the friend who's just been rear-ended.
  10. Talk to the police.
  11. Drive her to our house so she can sleep off the adrenaline with people around to make sure she's okay.
  12. Finally go to sleep at 5:00am.
Not my longest day ever, but certainly more exciting than I'd initially counted on.

Dude, how could I watch that.

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Patrick and I just saw Dude, Where's My Car. I think I actually felt a portion of my brain die.

photography

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People don't like to be photographed. Or I should say, most people don't like to be photographed when they don't know WHY they're being photographed. I got my replacement digital camera for my birthday and was running it through it's paces to make sure it was the one I wanted and so tried to take pictures of, well, anything. About the only things that were willing subjects were stationary objects. Regardless, so far it looks like the Canon SD-10 is going to be a good fit for me. Tiny so I can actually fit it in my pocket but produces pretty good pictures. This weekend is the gauntlet weekend of the birthday gauntlet (4 birthdays) so hopefully some willing human subjects will come forward. Until then, a pictorial of my morning commute - hey at least I'm not driving with bungie cords.


The mass of crap that came out of the garage waiting for me to sort. Various pictures and krakens too.

The other side of my room. Aboriginal shield, nose bookends and a bunch of harry potter and dune books.

The recently de-tabled dining room. Catching a color theme?

Eventually we'll poor a patio, then the hut tub will have a new home. Eventually.

Addie enjoy's breakfast.

My hulking SUV. Soon to be replaced by the ford Hybrid Escape (as soon as it's available for purchase at least).

Husky Stadium taken from a moving car. Go Dawgs!

Beautiful stormy lake washington from the 520 floating bridge.

My building. One of 5 on this satellite campus. Man I work for a big company.

Autographed starwars posters. I elected not to photograph the episode 1 and 2 posters because, well, they suck.

And finally - hard at work.

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