Author: gala5931

Another excellent wedding this weekend.

At the aforementioned wedding, I asked a friend and his girlfriend how their recently purchased Playstation 2 has been working out. I was perfunctorily told that they have been playing Tiger Woods, and then heard a sentence I had never thought I would:

Ashley: “Chris made me a player.”

Someone had finally done it. Someone had broken down decades of resistance and convinced his girl to play videogames.

Alex: “Really? That’s great! I can’t believe it!”
Ashley: “I’ve got a skort.”

Hmm… so, she plays videogames in a skort? (I’m inferring from the horizontal slashing motion she made mid-thigh and the spork-like term that this word is meant to describe an article of clothing that’s somehow both a skirt and pair of shorts. Feel free to write in if I’m wrong). Do gamer girls wear skorts? Did these two go to Hot Topic and say “give me everything that geek chicks wear”? Had they taken it that far? In mind appeared a vision of Ashley in a plaid skirt (I still can’t figure out what a skort would look like. Something like one hand clapping, I think), black boots, and an anime T-shirt sitting in Chris’s living-room mashing buttons.

Alex: “Did he buy you a pink tanktop that says “gamer” or something?
Ashley (befuddled look): “In the game. In Tiger Woods. My player wears a skort.”
Alex: “Uh… heh-heh. Who needs a drink?”

I love me some language. I don’t think any B A Starters will be surprised to hear that I got several ‘Very strongly biased toward the Northeast United States’ responses on this test.

So, they found the real Ithaca. I didn’t know the current Ithaca wasn’t the real Ithaca. I guess that adds another stop to the Geek Tour of the Mediterranean.

Don’t forget: Fall is the season of pumpkin ice-cream. Schedule some consumption before you forget and miss it again.

A very uncomfortable-sounding web guy was just on 102.1 talking about the new B-Stream section on edge.ca. Once I realized he wasn’t saying “pee stream”, things became clearer. Looks like they’ve got some streaming music going on, and that users, edge staff, and a few celebrities have the ability to submit playlists. It’s acting like a streaming radio station right now, with no option to skip or select, but I recommend a look. I’d like to at least be able to select which playlist I want — for example, I want to listen to what k-os posted — but all in all it’s worth keeping an eye on. After all, The Edge is awesome. Not as awesome as The Edge, but then what is?

As you can see, I’ve gone a little button crazy. Something about ’em I just like. They’re a webgeek version of the bars military personnel wear. Want your own? Go here:

In an effort to avoid having an ice cavern for an apartment this year, we did some work today with the desperately needed assistance of the in-laws. In short, we prepped the windows against one Johnathan Frost. Endless caulk jokes. Endless caulk jokes… with my father-in-law. Somehow I survived, but probably only since he knew that if he brained me with mallet he would end up having to rehang the curtains.

Ran into one of the IT guys today, the guardian of the Secret Elephant Graveyard, the one who looks like Kamajii but with fewer arms and talks like an ent. He was standing in the men’s room, staring into the mirror and rubbing his beard. I impart to you, gentle reader, this summarized transcript of the conversation which started there and continued into the hallway.

Alex: Given up on pulling out your hair and moved on to the beard?

Kamajii: Nah, just plucking the bugs out.

A: Fun.

K: Sometimes I think I should just give up. Just pick ’em off the ground and stick ’em in my beard. Save ’em the trouble.

A: Totally, dude. You should embrace it. You should teach them to do stuff. Like the flea circus in old cartoons.

K: Make them do my bidding. Get into small places.

A: Freak people out.

K: But then the Orkin man would come after me.

A: You could walk into the Pentagon and say “check this shit out”. Apply your powers for the common good. Wear a cloak and stuff.

K: They’d strap me down and do all kinds of experiments on me.

A: If they try it, sic the bugs on ’em.