I am in a much better mood than I was two days ago.
I was seriously entertaining the notion of being Zoe’s new caretaker, until Jacob told me the story about Veanne having to cut the clumps of dried poop off of its long-haired butt. No thanks.
Today I did all of my conference calls from a floating mattress in the pool. I tried not to make too much water noise, because I get this feeling that office-dwellers would not give this fact its appropriate appreciation.
I spent a lot of time in conference calls today. I got a little too much sun, as a result. One of them was a truly excellent call, though.
It’s so foggy that I can’t even see the mountain. The one right across the street.
Zach sent me some Beautiful South. The official web site is some terrible flash thing that I can’t even hope to view, so you get that.
The owner accepted my offer tonight, right before it expired, so I guess I’m buying a house.
Once I actually made a decision, things happened pretty quickly.
Jacob and I had lunch together today. I think we were feeding off of each others’ depression.
jacob: This fork is too big to fit vertically in my eye socket.
jacob: When you were younger, where did you want to be at 25?
me: Dead.
jacob: You should write poetry.
I took a nap when I got home. It helped a little, but my sleep schedule is still proper fucked.
Somehow, against all odds, I found some time to play Rush Hour this week while some tests were running. I don’t know why I wasn’t sleeping. I guess I’m a fucking moron.
For fans of the series, Rush Hour is the finest ten dollars that you will ever spend on a Sim City product. They improved so many things. You should put a tarp over your chair, or at least wear plastic pants, the first time you use the traffic query tool. I almost crashed the car when Jacob told me that you can now manage all of your schools, hospitals, power plants, what-have-yous from a single menu. A single menu! That’s like 4,000 mouseclicks saved right there.
I tried to use the EA online region sharing thing once, and it is the dumbest implementation I can possibly imagine. People can “check out” a city from that region for a period of up to a few days, during which time they can upload as many revisions as they want. Sounds great!
Unfortunately, you can’t make your own regions–and I don’t mean that you can’t use a custom region, like an intricately detailed map of Bart Simpson’s head, or perhaps your favourite oceanside town. I mean that you cannot create new shared games. Nor can you create private regions for you and your friends. There were maybe six total regions, over which some 15,000 people are probably competing; or would be, if they hadn’t ruined it completely.
So Jacob and I use scp, wget, and “import city” instead. Works great.
I think it’s more or less official now; in two days I will sign myself into more debt than most people can possibly imagine, and become the depressed and overworked owner of a two-family home in Medford, near Tufts University. It is a very very fine house.
I have not been sleeping very much, by which I mean less than half of my usual allotment, sometimes zero percent of my usual allotment for any given evening. I did get some sleep last night, and I had these terrible recursive dreams. Dreams in which I did terrible things to people, but thought I was dreaming. Then I woke up, realized that I actually did those things, and was going to prison before I woke up again and realized that I’d overslept.
Simon just threw up. What a great morning.
