Tuesday, July 25, 2006
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Thursday, July 20, 2006
Time to Eat the Donuts
California can keep their stupid Krispy Kremes.
I was driving home from a friend's house in Jersey and felt a Dunkin' Donut calling me, so I stopped in one of their shops. I asked for a single Chocolate Creme Filled donut, but because it was the end of the day he gave me TWO donuts for the price of one. If you've never been to Dunkin' Donuts, you have to understand something: their Chocolate Creme Filled donuts are 50% lard, 50% oil, and 50% sugar. And let me tell you, they are The Yummy. I was in the car at 11:00 at night scarfing down two Chocolate Creme Filled Dunkin' Donuts and washing them down with a bottle of Mountain Dew.
Life don't get much better than that.
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California can keep their stupid Krispy Kremes.
I was driving home from a friend's house in Jersey and felt a Dunkin' Donut calling me, so I stopped in one of their shops. I asked for a single Chocolate Creme Filled donut, but because it was the end of the day he gave me TWO donuts for the price of one. If you've never been to Dunkin' Donuts, you have to understand something: their Chocolate Creme Filled donuts are 50% lard, 50% oil, and 50% sugar. And let me tell you, they are The Yummy. I was in the car at 11:00 at night scarfing down two Chocolate Creme Filled Dunkin' Donuts and washing them down with a bottle of Mountain Dew.
Life don't get much better than that.
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Thursday, July 13, 2006
Flying high
I am a moron.
I'm flying to New Jersey today, and while waiting in the airport I decided to go online and check the weather in Newark. I stumbled upon a new, very dangerous feature of weather.com: the "Air Turbulence Potential" map.
My connection was through Salt Lake City. Note that pretty much the entire path from L.A. to SLC is marked "Moderate to Severe Turbulence". I'm not sure which is worse: coming across unexpected turbulence in the air, or seeing it quantified for you ahead of time so you can worry about it while still waiting in the airport.
I made it to Salt Lake (my knuckles did not). My flight to Newark was delayed for about an hour because of weather delays along the east coast. Fine. Leave it at that. But our flight attendant didn't stop there, she decided to elaborate. "Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the late departure caused by the rain, severe thunderstorms and tornadoes they're having on the east coast." Tornadoes? And we're flying TOWARDS them? Too Much Information.
Currently I am in a holding pattern 30,000 feet above Canada I think. We have an extra one hour of fuel to decide what to do. If there is a slight break in the storm, the pilot is going to try to gun it and drop down in the eye of the hurricane I guess. If not, it's off to Cincinnati where we'll either refuel and give it another go, or else spend the night in an airport hotel. Super.
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I am a moron.
I'm flying to New Jersey today, and while waiting in the airport I decided to go online and check the weather in Newark. I stumbled upon a new, very dangerous feature of weather.com: the "Air Turbulence Potential" map.
My connection was through Salt Lake City. Note that pretty much the entire path from L.A. to SLC is marked "Moderate to Severe Turbulence". I'm not sure which is worse: coming across unexpected turbulence in the air, or seeing it quantified for you ahead of time so you can worry about it while still waiting in the airport.
I made it to Salt Lake (my knuckles did not). My flight to Newark was delayed for about an hour because of weather delays along the east coast. Fine. Leave it at that. But our flight attendant didn't stop there, she decided to elaborate. "Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the late departure caused by the rain, severe thunderstorms and tornadoes they're having on the east coast." Tornadoes? And we're flying TOWARDS them? Too Much Information.
Currently I am in a holding pattern 30,000 feet above Canada I think. We have an extra one hour of fuel to decide what to do. If there is a slight break in the storm, the pilot is going to try to gun it and drop down in the eye of the hurricane I guess. If not, it's off to Cincinnati where we'll either refuel and give it another go, or else spend the night in an airport hotel. Super.
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Sunday, July 09, 2006
The Story of a Winner
People think of Mister P. in many different ways: Statesman; Scholar; Poet. But if there's one thing everyone can agree on, it's that Mister P. knows how to ROCK. I certainly proved that last week. Or at least tried to.
Flashback 2 weeks ago, when T-Bone brought the "Guitar Hero" videogame into work for us to try. The controller is an actual "guitar"; there are buttons along the fret and another button to strum. You assume the role of lead guitarist and play along with one of 30 rock classics; as notes fly at you on the screen, you have to hit them on the guitar. The more notes you hit, the higher you score; miss too many notes and you get booed off stage.
T-Bone has brought in many games to show us, and I've hated most of them. War games, superhero games, sports games... they were all too complicated for me or just too boring. But I conceded that Guitar Hero was the best game to date. T-Bone promised to bring it back in July 3rd, since we had a half day at work and we could all try it out again, only this time in head-to-head competition with two guitar controllers.
A couple days later I sent T-Bone a text message asking if I could come over his place to practice the game, so I wouldn't embarrass myself the following Monday. What I didn't tell him is that I had already gone out and bought the game and had been practicing. He was heading out of town so I couldn't come over, but it wouldn't matter because, in his words, "I will dominate Monday with my Bark at the Moon. It will be no contest." Bark at the Moon is the hardest song in the game. He didn't realize he was doing this, but I got Served; it was On, now I had to Bring It.
For the following week I lived Bark at the Moon. I downloaded the song and listened to it on headphones at work. I played it in my car. It was on my iPod for running. I digitized the videogame so I could play back the song in slow motion and analyze all the notes. My hands would be numb from playing it over and over again for hours at a time, every day. One of the ways the song keeps score is by telling you what percentage of notes you played correctly. I figured I need to get into the 90s to bring T-Bone down. on Tuesday, I was around 55%. Wednesday, 65%. Thursday, 75%. Friday, 75%. Saturday, 75%. I hit a wall I struggled to break through. I didn't get into the 80s on Sunday, and basically just had to hope that T-Bone would have a bad day.
My heart sank on Monday when I caught a glimpse of T-Bone playing Bark at the Moon. He was clearly better than me. I mean, I was genuinely upset by it simply because I felt all my training was for nothing. I still had to go through with it though. When it was my turn to play, I called T-Bone up front and said "let's do Bark at the Moon." He gave me a sort of dismissive "really? why do you want to put yourself through that?" I told him I just wanted to give it a try to say that I did it. I even "struggled" with the guitar strap, forcing an exasperated T-Bone to have to adjust it for me before we started the song.
The music rolled, and to the shock and delight of a roomfull of spectators, I nailed the first riff. It's unclear at what point T-Bone realized I wasn't just getting lucky, although Stupid Dutch screaming "he must have bought the game! he bought the game!" didn't really help me keep my secret to the last possible second. Unfortunately, T-Bone still beat me. However, I did earn his respect. Later in the afternoon as we were all taking turns with the game, he called me to the front: "come on Mister P., you're my level. let's play." T-Bone thought of me as a videogame peer. I can think of no higher praise.
T-Bone (l) vs. Mister P. (r)
You may be pleasantly surprised that this game has given me new appreciation for White Zombie, Judas Priest, and the Burning Brides. But Incubus and Audioslave still suck.
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People think of Mister P. in many different ways: Statesman; Scholar; Poet. But if there's one thing everyone can agree on, it's that Mister P. knows how to ROCK. I certainly proved that last week. Or at least tried to.
Flashback 2 weeks ago, when T-Bone brought the "Guitar Hero" videogame into work for us to try. The controller is an actual "guitar"; there are buttons along the fret and another button to strum. You assume the role of lead guitarist and play along with one of 30 rock classics; as notes fly at you on the screen, you have to hit them on the guitar. The more notes you hit, the higher you score; miss too many notes and you get booed off stage.
T-Bone has brought in many games to show us, and I've hated most of them. War games, superhero games, sports games... they were all too complicated for me or just too boring. But I conceded that Guitar Hero was the best game to date. T-Bone promised to bring it back in July 3rd, since we had a half day at work and we could all try it out again, only this time in head-to-head competition with two guitar controllers.
A couple days later I sent T-Bone a text message asking if I could come over his place to practice the game, so I wouldn't embarrass myself the following Monday. What I didn't tell him is that I had already gone out and bought the game and had been practicing. He was heading out of town so I couldn't come over, but it wouldn't matter because, in his words, "I will dominate Monday with my Bark at the Moon. It will be no contest." Bark at the Moon is the hardest song in the game. He didn't realize he was doing this, but I got Served; it was On, now I had to Bring It.
For the following week I lived Bark at the Moon. I downloaded the song and listened to it on headphones at work. I played it in my car. It was on my iPod for running. I digitized the videogame so I could play back the song in slow motion and analyze all the notes. My hands would be numb from playing it over and over again for hours at a time, every day. One of the ways the song keeps score is by telling you what percentage of notes you played correctly. I figured I need to get into the 90s to bring T-Bone down. on Tuesday, I was around 55%. Wednesday, 65%. Thursday, 75%. Friday, 75%. Saturday, 75%. I hit a wall I struggled to break through. I didn't get into the 80s on Sunday, and basically just had to hope that T-Bone would have a bad day.
My heart sank on Monday when I caught a glimpse of T-Bone playing Bark at the Moon. He was clearly better than me. I mean, I was genuinely upset by it simply because I felt all my training was for nothing. I still had to go through with it though. When it was my turn to play, I called T-Bone up front and said "let's do Bark at the Moon." He gave me a sort of dismissive "really? why do you want to put yourself through that?" I told him I just wanted to give it a try to say that I did it. I even "struggled" with the guitar strap, forcing an exasperated T-Bone to have to adjust it for me before we started the song.
The music rolled, and to the shock and delight of a roomfull of spectators, I nailed the first riff. It's unclear at what point T-Bone realized I wasn't just getting lucky, although Stupid Dutch screaming "he must have bought the game! he bought the game!" didn't really help me keep my secret to the last possible second. Unfortunately, T-Bone still beat me. However, I did earn his respect. Later in the afternoon as we were all taking turns with the game, he called me to the front: "come on Mister P., you're my level. let's play." T-Bone thought of me as a videogame peer. I can think of no higher praise.
T-Bone (l) vs. Mister P. (r)
You may be pleasantly surprised that this game has given me new appreciation for White Zombie, Judas Priest, and the Burning Brides. But Incubus and Audioslave still suck.
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