Crashing
I'm falling asleep here at my desk.
Tine's cough is now relegated to pre-bedtime at night and 40 minutes before the alarm goes off in the morning. That and they've got the heat set to Vulcan for some god forsaken reason. None of which is helpful or productive.
My copy of Painter came in (crushed box and all). I'm totally psyched to try it out and am metally preparing myself to be completely overwhelmed and frustrated into calling it quits. Yeah, I have low expectations.
Of course, tonight I can't just go home and start playing with it. First I have an Dr's appointment at 7, which will probably mean I won't get home until about 8 PM. Then, yesterday, I promised TheBoy I would play his new Lego Star Wars II game with him this evening. Which means, I probably won't get to it until 9 PM, at which time I was hoping to jump into a little BF2 action (although this distressing talk of reviving StarCraft has me daydreaming about my last nightmarish encounters with that game, some of which is detailed in here and here). On the plus side, if they do opt for StarCraft tonight, I guess I do have a back up.
Finally, I took Friday off at the last minute for a four-day weekend (and a two-day work week). So, at the very least, I'll have tomorrow to play with it as well.
Evil Wayne
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
Christmas 2k6
Rock on, baby Jesus...
Actually, this day has gone off quite well. We got to sleep until about 7:30! At which point, TheBoy burst into the room with a big ass smile and a "It's morning! Where are the stockings?"
Awesome. He's at the perfect age where Christmas is still all magic and no hassle.
Tons of loot and the sunroom was just about trashed out from the debris. It's way too small for all the furniture, the tree, the gifts and the family. But a steady round of trash removal kept it from overwhelming us. By about 9:00 PM that post-Xmas-decompression sets in and it's just over. Whew!
This is our second Christmas home without going anyway and Tine talked me into lobster for dinner. Of course, I fouled it up by only getting two (the kids weren't eating it). It was still a very different Christmas dinner. I forgot how much work lobster is, not to mention that once we started boiling them we realized we didn't bother to check if we actually had any way to crack them open. After some frantic searching we unearthed an ancient, slightly broken set of nut crackers that were pressed into emergency service. Overall, I'm sort of borderline as to whether it's actually worth it or not.
I got a drawing tablet for the PC--a Wacom Inuos3 (6x8)-- and I'm totally blown away. I've been playing with the Painter Essential program it came with for a good chunk of the day (and I'm going back to it right after this). I totally suck, there's definitely a learning curve, but it doesn't actually feel that steep. It's more of comfortably zone that I have to get into with the pen and the screen -- I keep wanting to spin the tablet like a piece of paper and I keep loosing my place. But I am so loving it right now. Here's a quick lame sketch I churned out:
Anyway, Merry Robot-Apocalypse Christmas, everyone.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
The Plague
Remember when I said I had this thing since the end of October? Well, it gets worse. Last week, TheBoy brought home some new fun. Vomiting! Preschools are like viral labs without the Level 4 decon suits. Kids just pass everything between each other in a strange unmentioned game of who can pass the most diseases in a month.
Wednesday night, TheBoy was sitting on the couch after running around all day mildly complaining that his stomach hurt. Kids are funky in that they don't really express any of the intermediate signs of illness that adults display. He doesn't stop and complain, "Hey, I'm not feeling so great." They just sort of slow down and then start puking.
I did get a 30 second heads-up, as he sat up and started telling me, "I need a bowl! I need a bowl!" That, coupled with the panicked look on his, rapidly whitening face got me moving. I grabbed the first plastic bowl I found, which was this gigantic popcorn bowl--that turned out to be a very good choice.
About two seconds after getting it to him, up came his supper. Then his lunch. Then breakfast. Then a Buick... TheBoy was dog sick from then on for about the next 15 hours. I know, because I stayed up with him most of the night as I had already figured I wasn't going to work on Thursday (besides, Tine had her office holiday luncheon). Lots of bile after he had managed to empty his entire digestive tract.
Thursday was a lot of lethargic couch sitting (but I did get SimCity4 reinstalled and that bastard is addictive). Only, around noon, Tine calls and tells me she's coming home because now she's feeling sick too. She hasn't shaken the cough from last month yet either. She spends the rest of the day in bed, but, while nauseous, does not actually toss any cookies.
A day goes by and late Friday night I pick up where TheBoy left off and start puking my guts out. Seriously, I think I lost my spleen. I spend Saturday on the couch moving in and out of consciousness. All the while TiVo is flicking channels to tape a buttload of Christmas shows, mostly on the Cartoon Network. I would pass out during one show's rendition of A Christmas Carol only to wake up to another. It was down right freaky.
This past Monday Tine calls me because she's home again, now she's vomiting. Like she had some weird, three-day lull in her plague-cycle. There's seriously something wrong with her. She can't shake the six-week cough and now this. One more hit and she'll have to slip into a coma to survive. And the last couple of days, I've noticed the other kids starting to cough. I can't remember a time where there was so much sickness going around all at once.
At this rate, we'll be disease free by July.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Slag
Man, I have not been able to keep up. Lately, it seems like everything is coming at me at once and then, when it isn't, I just want to veg.
We had a decent Thanksgiving. Up to my parents house for turkey and whatnot. Drawing names for the Christmas grab and I got [DELETED FOR SECURITY REASONS].
We saw at least 2 car wrecks, 1 crash happening directly to the left of us as we entered the tunnel from the Zakem on the way home. Which was slightly scary to watch an SUV plowed into a small Honda while changing his lane without looking. Later, we got stopped in Sharon because a house was burning down and the street was closed forcing us to backtrack about 20 minutes.
So, it now ranks in the top ten Scariest Rides to Grandma's House.
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I did get that part from the Bush company for the TV stand. It was the same part as the incorrect piece the first time. So, it's nice to see that general apathy is as widespread as my cynical assumptions constantly jump to when dealing with anything resembling the service sector.
I decided I didn't want to go through the hassle of calling up and complaining. Plus, I got to use the skill saw that I've had for more than a year without touching and it, eventually, all worked out nicely.
I finished up the TV stand and we moved the old desk out. Then I put together the new sound system, and it does actually rock. At about 3/4 volume the bass was vibrating the floor. Hung some new curtains over the slider doors in the sunroom. Now that room is the most private in the whole house. It's off the main house and not a window is bare (it only took 2 years after they sealed it up).
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I caved and Tine talked me into a fake Christmas tree a few weeks ago. Normally, I don't care for such abominations, but I don't feel like taking chances with the sunroom this year. We put that up about 2+ weeks ago. It's a pre-lit job, with all white bulbs. Originally, i figured I would put a few strings of colored lights on it and be done. But it was readily apparent that any lights I put on it were getting lost in the amount of white already present. In order for anyone to actually see color, I'd have to put so many light on it, it would be like sitting in a room with 450 watt light bulb on (which would probably set paper instantly to fire).
Instead, I opted to pull some of the white lights off and replace them with color. This also sucks and I gave up in favor of replacing a smattering of colored lights through out the tree.
Actually, once it was decorated it looked a lot nicer (I'll post a pic soon).
I strung up lights around the house, pulled more Christmas stuff down from the attic. I even put together a Lego train that I bought about 2 years ago (it's an old-style steam engine) and now have it running under the Christmas tree. Man, does TheBoy love that. He loves making it stop, go backwards and then forward--mostly backwards for some reason. I had to get more straight track because the route wasn't big enough to sit flat under the tree and derailing the passenger cars all the time.
Another trip to the attic to find the winter clothes and put the Halloween bins away. I had to level the TV stand because it was sitting with one leg on the carpet and it was clearly causing the whole thing to twist to the point the doors were mis-aligning. I also installed one of those sealed mini-blinds for the glass door. Now we can walk naked into the sunroom if we so choose without the neighbors calling the cops. Not that we ever walk naked through the house anymore.
I put TheBoy's bed together, which included repairing the flat board it sits on. The squirrels had chewed through the covering and I had to make a new one. It's a big bed too and I got zero help with that.
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On that note, I finally decided to get rid of the squirrels in the barn. I spent a week keeping small containers filled with ammonia placed around the inside to flush them out. Then, I started throwing wiffle balls up there to make sure they were gone and repaired the hole they ate at the top of the doors. That was a pain, because -of course- I mismeasured the hole and got the two parts overlapping on the double swing doors and they would not close properly. The good news I finally got to use the reciprocating saw, which I figured would sit there until the conclusion of WWIII.
I have to check to make sure they haven't found another way in (because I can't see the far side roof and there could be a hole there - I really hope not). Getting them out is the first step in converting the barn to my Lego room. Which, of course, is about the *only* step that's going to get done before the Spring.
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I missed the Klassic Space BrikWar game for reasons relating to the subjunctive perceptions of time and space (and the alternate realities therein). But I really don't want to talk about it. On the flip side, I went from 0% Shopping Done for Tine to 92% Shopping Done for Tine in about 3 hours of sitting at the PC that night. Go Internet!
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I have been toying with that Lego train since it was assembled. I even let Sullivan talk me into the Northern Santa Fe Locomotive at the last NELUG meeting. I'm finding myself planning for a train area once the barn is converted. Damn it, I really didn't want to get into trains. I also cannot find the cross track I bought many moons ago. I wanted to assemble a larger track, what with the 2.7 million curves I now have, but I can't find it. Probably just as well.
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I totally missed NaNoWriMo this year. There was no way I could even hope to try with everything else going on. But I did manage to get a few more paragraphs in on the Myra story. I know that Alfred will be slightly pleased to hear that. Unfortunately, there's still a ways to go before 1.4 is done and I couldn't guess how long that will take. Keep your fingers cross, maybe it'll be ready before the new year (or maybe not). :P
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There are several lights out over my desk, right now and I feel like I'm working in a cave.
I have a headache.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Idiot
Somehow Mike locked up his phone. Apparently, if you do this, and you enter the wrong code a bunch of times, the SIM card burns itself out. Obviously that's good if you're a spy but not so much if you're a teenager.
So I took the phone over the Cingluar store near work and they replaced the SIM card lickity split. Only, because we have 4 phones, I couldn't remember the right phone number. So instead of looking on my cell for it, I went with the first one that sounded right.
You can see where this is going, right?
The chip in his phone is now Kell's, which deactivates her phone--wherever it is. She doesn't even know it, but her phone just stopped working.
About the only smart thing I did was call Tine with the phone. Which is how we discovered my idiocy. It came up under Kell. So I turned around and drove back to the store where I sheepishly explained how I have this damaged chromosome. Wherein they took pity on me and gave me another SIM to swap out later, correcting all the mess I've created.
Now I'm sitting here, Mike's phone with Kell's SIM, waiting -nee, praying- for it to ring, so I can answer it in some pseudo-deep voice, informing said caller they've reached the CIA Inner Circle, how may I direct your secret call...
Monday, December 04, 2006
'Tis the Season
The first snow of the season fell today. Wet and sticky, but not very much. It had pretty much stopped by the time I got to work. The real news is this fucking cold I have had. I've been sick with something since about Halloween, stuff TheBoy brought home from preschool and he promptly flushed it from his system. Mostly it was just a cough and I thought I was getting over it. Then Tine got sick and she got it bad, which is where I think it probably mutated into something else. Now I've got that, I think, because some of the symptoms appear to be similar to her bout with TheDisease.
My muscles hurt from coughing over the last six weeks; now my head is full and I'm sort of dizzy when I stand up. I feel like I could sleep for a week right now.
Good times.
