The Pseudo Bachelor Weekend – Take Two

Since the last one failed so miserably, I’m trying this concept one more time. Like I really had a choice in the matter … : )

Erika has gone of to Louisiana for a family wedding. I was supposed to go but because of the new position and financial reason I couldn’t. That’s OK, it’s not like the French Quarter is something to behold or anything … I probably saw all I needed to see last weekend on the Super Bowl … (sniff sniff)

So instead I’m going to have another go at the pseudo bachelor weekend. Was downtown for a quick pint last night, I’m taking the train out to London tonight to see my dearest friend Kristy, and then I’ll have a bit of gaming on Sunday.

Yesterday I got caught in a flame mail war with several of the boys in Windsor. A lot of it started when one individual insinuated that he could still get a rise out of me from 400 kms away. So I had to crush his spirit and turn everyone against him. Of course, it’s an easy thing to do when 1) he keeps offering up ammunition and 2) everyone else is itching to rip into him as well. Vince, don’t put your hand in the tiger cage. You WILL be traumatized.

I think I’m actually going to do some work now. Maybe. Not likely though. : )

My Terrible Addiction (or the Further Adventures of Gary Golf)

I have a problem. I am an addict. I cannot control these overwhelming urges to play any game which Sid Meier has touched. I must play all of them! Not only must I play all of them I must throw away at least 40 hours a week on these silly games! I swear, Sid could make a game called SimOuthouse and I go in and spend 16 hours a day cleaning it.

I didn’t get paid until today. However, I wanted SimGolf last night. Nay, I NEEDED SimGolf last night. So I started the bargaining process with my lovely lady. Hoo boy. I asked if I could borrow the money until today. At which point she pointed out that I still owed her from the last time I NEEDED something. I then conceded that for the next six months every one of my pay cheques would go towards items which she wanted. Including the Austrian-O-Matic Spine Snapper Mattress Set. I swear that lady would sleep on a slab of concrete if she could. I think she’s half Klingon …

So then I made the BIG promise. No overt sexual advances for a month! Little did she realize that when I got this game, that really wouldn’t have been a problem anyway … : ) Finally after about an hour of badgering, she gave in and handed me her ATM card. However, she took me up on one of my earlier bargaining chips and informed me that I would have to walk to the mall. With 45 minutes until closing time.

AND I WAS OFF!!!!! And doing quite well until my ankle started to lock into position. So there I am trying to double time it to the mall limping along like some reject from a Frankenstein movie … ‘Yes master … hennnhhh …’

I got it though. The poor sales clerks at EB just looked at me like I was blue. I probably was from a combination of being out of breath and the searing pain. I’ve got the game. Didn’t limp home though. Nope. Once that little box was in my hands, I was on cloud nine. Like a pot head who steps back and enjoys the work he just did converting his coffee table into a bong. (I actually know a guy that did this …)

Long story short. Got the game. Played the game until a late hour. Paid for that this morning. Will be paying all month with all of the concessions I made to Erika. Ah well … a full review of the game will come forth once I’ve really had a chance to play it …

The morning after …

I’m feeling a little bit better this morning. I was in a bit of a bad mood last night. That tends to happen whenever Erika is on the computer for extended periods of time. It all comes down to two things …

1) When she’s on the computer, I obviously can’t be.

2) Somehow her mystical Karma field seems to break the computer in ways I can’t even fathom.

I know the solution to Number One – buy a new computer. The evil gears that drive my mind are already working on that one. As for number two, I’m no slouch when it comes to computers. I may not be Bill Gates or anything, but I’ve put in enough time to know how to assemble a computer and make it work right. So why is it that Erika can find the web sites and open the Word and Excel documents which all seem to crash the damned computer? Just knowing that any minute I’ll get a muffled cry from the office makes me cringe. ‘Honey, why is it doing this?’ (brrrrr)

So I guess I was in a bad place last night when I posted. Still, I just can’t comprehend why someone would want to take advantage of some small machine on the web? Hey, I may be able to get behind the ‘conspiracy-theory-hack-the-man’ server size intrusion. But to dump crap on a guy who’s OBVIOUSLY doing things on his own for the fun of it? I guess I’ve reached that point which defines the transition into true adulthood. These kids today …

SimGolf is out. EB has it. I’ll be in tonight or tomorrow to pick it up. Which means no posts for about two weeks. Mmmmmm, SimGolfCrack …..

A Few Things that Peeve Me …

There aren’t many things which make me snap. There are those few people who have had the chance to work with me AND actually see me snap at something. My buddy Stevie would tell you story after story about the things that he would do just to piss me off, just to get a rise. That’s cool ‘cuz we always made up and told each other we loved … never mind …

Tonight, one of those things that pisses me off is little shit-bird hackers who think that they’re l33t. I’m not running a big service here. The Timbit server is a tiny little workstation which barely has enough RAM to run half the things that are on it. It’s because of this that I tend to be a little slack with the security, especially when it comes to the FTP side of things. However when my darling sweet Erika tells me that the net is slow, I get a little bit worried. Is there some service running on my Domino box? Nope. Maybe I left Kazaa downloading something? Nope. I find out that a couple of piss-ant hackers have decided to take advantage of my good nature and load up my FTP with nothing but garbage files and directories.

So the FTP is down. Any files which you may have been able to access on the site are down until I figure out the route I’m going to take. I’m pretty sure that the anonymous side of the FTP is gone, which kind of ruins part of the site. The files will probably be under lock and key now, which is a real shame since there’s only about five files total of no significant value. So for those of you who might have used my site for some entertainment, I’m sorry that I had to shut down the FTP. For those of you who think that you have the Mad Skillz, hacking a box which is left open is no real feat. I think even my girlfriend can do that.

Peace. Out.

Stuck in a Blizzard …

Alright, it’s been a bit since my last post. Here’s what’s gone down …

I’ve been addicted to the SimGolf demo. To the point where I was calling Electronics Boutique every day to find out when it was going to hit the shelves. I’m actually only writing my posts as a way to kill time until I mar

Caught a few movies. Posted the reviews up in the movie section. Bottom line, they’re not really worth the $100 you need to spend to take in a flick.

Could be starting up with IBM this week. I’m waiting on a phone interview with some people in Florida. My mom’s probably screaming her head off right now saying that I’m jinxing myself. Ah well …

TTFN