rocks n stones
Aug. 10th, 2004 11:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
progSaturday: Drove to W-ville, talked with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daerr about The Biz. He showed me how to sketch up a business budget, guesstimating dollar amounts that involve unknown quantities, but also are better than ass-pulled. Maybe belly-button-picked. (Ha, "guesstimating" is in Apple's spelling dictionary.)
After the bizarrity that was most of my July, I'm no longer focusing the entirety of my will on Biz, but keeping it simmering while I pour appropriate amounts of fun into ICCB and Volity -- aye, I have slipped back into the project manager saddle with the latter, a month and a half after that Biz-opportunity broadside blew me right off.
I brought the Spider-Man 2 PS2 game that I had rented, and daerr and I played it in the Arcus media nook. I rented it without any expectations as to quality... I just like Spider-Man (he is seriously an important figure in my personal development) and wanted to see what he's been doing in the video game world lately. (I bought his Sega CD game 10 years ago, his Scott Adams adventure 5 years before that... and remember seeing TV ads for his Atari 2600 game 5 years before that, though I never actually saw a copy.) Was very surprised to see that it's the game I've been wanting to play for the last year: the Vice City free-roaming city-simulation model applied to a more interesting game and character concept than Vice City's. And applied to a scale-model Manhattan, no less! I want to play the game with a New Yorker to see how well the buildings map; d and I couldn't remember the name of the Chrysler Building, so we are Not New Yorkers. Anyway: definitely gonna buy it.
(That was a pretty asskicking Scott Adams game, by the way. It was the first adventure game I had played where the PC was a character with a predefined set of special abilities -- in this case, super-heroics and chemistry knowledge -- which you could use during the game. I suddenly want to play it again. SPANG! I see clock was destroyed! SPANG! I see couch was destroyed!)
Sunday: my parents' 50th anniversary. A low-key affair in the Fairfield house. (My mom has actually named the house and I can't now recall what she named it; "The Noble Lady" or something like that. Sounds a bit boaty.) Originally, months ago, they had wanted to spend the day at a coastal camping resort that organizes giant clambakes every weekend. Unfortunately, my father has since then developed some sort of nerve problem that gives him great pain in his leg; just standing up and walking around are now unpleasant activities for him. He's undergoing treatment, leading up to surgery. We have all agreed to do the clamback next year, after his recovery.
My old parents' bodies have lately gotten serious about falling apart, and so they are becoming cyborgs. An interesting development. I didn't know that my mother's eyesight was seriously impaired by cataracts until she mentioned that she had scheduled herself for surgery, earlier this year. Now she has prosthetic lenses in both eyes, and to look on her face now is a delightful shock, for her eyes are really alarmingly clear.)
Ricky was Ricky, and Peter was Peter and Janice (Peter's wife) was Janice. They're all insane and broken in their own conflicting ways and this made things barely tolerable for me, but there were no real behavioral blowouts from anyone, so I suppose things went as well as they could. My message to you: if you have family who inhabits the same mental plane as you, cherish this. It is a precious gift that your friend jmac will likely never know. (Unless I end up rolling my own, someday.)
daerr about The Biz. He showed me how to sketch up a business budget, guesstimating dollar amounts that involve unknown quantities, but also are better than ass-pulled. Maybe belly-button-picked. (Ha, "guesstimating" is in Apple's spelling dictionary.)After the bizarrity that was most of my July, I'm no longer focusing the entirety of my will on Biz, but keeping it simmering while I pour appropriate amounts of fun into ICCB and Volity -- aye, I have slipped back into the project manager saddle with the latter, a month and a half after that Biz-opportunity broadside blew me right off.
I brought the Spider-Man 2 PS2 game that I had rented, and daerr and I played it in the Arcus media nook. I rented it without any expectations as to quality... I just like Spider-Man (he is seriously an important figure in my personal development) and wanted to see what he's been doing in the video game world lately. (I bought his Sega CD game 10 years ago, his Scott Adams adventure 5 years before that... and remember seeing TV ads for his Atari 2600 game 5 years before that, though I never actually saw a copy.) Was very surprised to see that it's the game I've been wanting to play for the last year: the Vice City free-roaming city-simulation model applied to a more interesting game and character concept than Vice City's. And applied to a scale-model Manhattan, no less! I want to play the game with a New Yorker to see how well the buildings map; d and I couldn't remember the name of the Chrysler Building, so we are Not New Yorkers. Anyway: definitely gonna buy it.
(That was a pretty asskicking Scott Adams game, by the way. It was the first adventure game I had played where the PC was a character with a predefined set of special abilities -- in this case, super-heroics and chemistry knowledge -- which you could use during the game. I suddenly want to play it again. SPANG! I see clock was destroyed! SPANG! I see couch was destroyed!)
Sunday: my parents' 50th anniversary. A low-key affair in the Fairfield house. (My mom has actually named the house and I can't now recall what she named it; "The Noble Lady" or something like that. Sounds a bit boaty.) Originally, months ago, they had wanted to spend the day at a coastal camping resort that organizes giant clambakes every weekend. Unfortunately, my father has since then developed some sort of nerve problem that gives him great pain in his leg; just standing up and walking around are now unpleasant activities for him. He's undergoing treatment, leading up to surgery. We have all agreed to do the clamback next year, after his recovery.
My old parents' bodies have lately gotten serious about falling apart, and so they are becoming cyborgs. An interesting development. I didn't know that my mother's eyesight was seriously impaired by cataracts until she mentioned that she had scheduled herself for surgery, earlier this year. Now she has prosthetic lenses in both eyes, and to look on her face now is a delightful shock, for her eyes are really alarmingly clear.)
Ricky was Ricky, and Peter was Peter and Janice (Peter's wife) was Janice. They're all insane and broken in their own conflicting ways and this made things barely tolerable for me, but there were no real behavioral blowouts from anyone, so I suppose things went as well as they could. My message to you: if you have family who inhabits the same mental plane as you, cherish this. It is a precious gift that your friend jmac will likely never know. (Unless I end up rolling my own, someday.)
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Date: 2004-08-10 10:13 pm (UTC)***********
the daily bugle is in the flatiron building. this is where i work. there are days i would take great delight in the simulated distruction of the flatiron, especially the 3rd floor ladies room, which is nasty and does NOT contain jmacdaddy information. those are odd floors 5-19. i will have to check out the game of which you speak.
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cool about the rents. it's hard to put myself in the mindset of 50 years of marriage, since most people i know these days call it quits at 20 to 30. my own parents made it to almost 20. it's kind of sweet to think their little cyborg selves will be clicking and whirling away with each other for the next 50.
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with regard to family dynamics: yeah. i hear ya.