Lastnight Lisa found out her 12 hour shift was cancelled. Not willing to relax on labor day, she began planning a garage sale of epic proportions. I told her the city requires a permit for garage sales but this information had no impact on her deep rooted need to sell our crap. Happy to be purging our clogged house, I kept my mouth shut and let the sale unfold. I even lugged up some crap from the barn and put 4 signs in strategic locations. I was surprised at the turnout, with a $250+ total take, and a good amount of crap gone. My fight to donate whatever doesn't sell is looming, but I'm hoping the earnings put her in a better mood to let things go.
After several years of encouraging Lila to participate in my various Battlefield games, I had all but given up on her gaming career. Recently, I managed to get into the MechWarrior Online beta and after installing and playing a few rounds, Lila asked me to lift her up. She was fascinated with the laser and missle noises, and grabbed the mouse and managed to make a few hits on some enemy mechs. This whole time I was pushing Battlefield I see now I should have been exploting her love for battle mechs.
As I wait for my Focus ST order to be filled, I bide my time reading every scrap of knowledge about it available.
Today I found a comparison between my future turbo and the space shuttle, which was clearly designed for the nerd target market. It worked perfectly as I now believe
that since the same material used in space shuttle turbopumps is also used to manufacture my turbo, I'll essentially be driving a space shuttle. If I needed any reassurance to keep
waiting for my car to get built, that would have been enough.
Digging through boxes of junk stored under my stairs, I discovered some original toys my mother had stashed long ago for me to pass on to my future children. Amazingly, I did in fact find a woman willing to have sex with me and now have a daughter to accept said toys. I gladly cleaned up and handed her some dinosaurs from the early 90s show creatively titled "Dinosaurs," some California Raisins, Micro Machines and a few crappy transformers. I did not, however, give up the 1988-1990 era McDonalds Transformers (OK, they look more like crappy GoBots) I found. I decided to keep these for myself even after discovering they are essentially worthless on eBay. In fact after discovering they did not appreciate I immediately made a bad decision and purchased the remaining members I did not have in my collection. They now sit on my desk at work, reminding me of my childhood dreams of NASA and exploring Mars that remain as yet unfulfilled.
The Windows 8 RTM released today for MSDN subscribers, a club I belong to through work and am therefore special. My first task after the install was of course the performance index which seems to have a higher upper-end from Windows 7. The next logical step was to get my first Windows 8 game achievement out of the way before diving into the new full screen start menu. While I tried to adopt the new idea of a full screen program launcher, my head just wasn't ready to accept it so I jumped to desktop mode and felt secure again. My first achievement did require embracing this new metro modern design, and while I remain tepid the familiar pop of the cheevo helped warm my frigid fear ever so slightly. If it managed to wean me off PC gaming and into the console world, so too will it bring me into the full screen start menu. The Xbox achievement is still my master.
Jaird sent me the following video and I immediately began playing it on loop for several days. The music and randomness alone had me hooked. Later, I found this article which explained the background and the South Korean excess contrasted with my North Korea obsession re-ignited my obsession.
After discovering the ST3 package for my Focus ST initial order was delayed due to the HID headlights not being available,
I quickly put in a second ST2 order that is scheduled to be built in early September. Once this forum started
reporting vehicles off the line, I decided it was time to pay Michigan Assembly (where the Focus is built) a visit. I quickly discovered that as long as you are outside the security fence,
plant security doesn't really give much of a damn what you do. I spent a good 20 minutes searching for a car similar to mine and finally found it staring
hopefully back at me. Despite quite a few photos, I left with the same sense of emptiness and
unfulfilled dreams as I had before stalking the place. My car just can't get here soon enough!
The anticipation for my Focus ST is nearing a feverish pitch, so of course Myrn has to attend the San Francisco
"Focus ST Driving Academy" which has no events even remotely close to me.
Naturally a taunt video was made and there was much bragging involved.
He did send me the lanyard and badge he received as a followup however, so I can't be mad at him.
While helping the Morlock retrieve his boat and prepare it for shipping to Washington, I managed to drop my phone squarely on it's face.
I knew even before I picked it up it would be cracked since the gravel was uneven and perfect for piercing glass.
I also took a moment to enjoy the fact that I had just finished replacing the case as the previous one had a lot of scuffs from being dropped.
The Morlock treated me to dinner for my assistance and troubles.
My repair attempt failed utterly after I realized I'm not skilled enough to seperate the digitizer from the LCD screen. The $90 insurance replacement
was my only option as the crappy HTC Trophy still sells for $400 new and $150 on eBay 3 years after it's release, which boggles my mind.
Today was Lilas second beach visit ever and despite being cranky, she still managed to smile a few times. Once she saw the other kids splashing around it was immediately priority to do the same, until her baby fat insulation finally succumbed to the 70 degree water. Another hour of sand castle creation (mostly destruction) warmed her back up to full power for another 15 minutes of high speed hydrofoiling before concluding the visit. I promised her next beach visit will be at the ocean instead of the fresh water puddle.