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24 hour lag...
Feb. 17th, 2003 11:59 amThe last few entries I've written have been about 24 hours behind the events. This usually doesn't present a huge problem but for the fact that sometimes events get a little clouded when I try to recall them, so I end up skimping on details or forgetting them outright. Maybe I need to spend a few days listening to one of those "Improve Your... Um.... that thing... so you can recall stuff after it happens.. remember it, sorta...oh, memory! Yeah! Improve Your Memory" tapes. Although if it has a title like that one I think I'll avoid it and try to buy one that costs a little bit more...
Sunday was a lazy, lazy day. Ra insisted that I should wake up sometime around 0730 to feed him, since he's gotten used to having food in his bowl around the time I leave for work every morning. I have nobody to blame but myself for this, because I'm the person who set him on that schedule. I shouldn't expect the poor little critter to know the difference between a weekday morning and a weekend morning -- although he does seem to know not to be too annoying on the mornings when I wake up feeling unwell or am suffering from a migraine. I'm glad he's got that level of sensitivity, at least. I suppose -- given how little patience I have when it feels like the state of Iowa is doing a giant polka-fest behind my eyes -- it might just be a self-preservation instinct taking effect on those days. But I'm not going to complain.
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roho and kestral were going to spend part of the afternoon down in the Woodfield area to attend the MFF staff meeting that was going on. We decided that since the hour was growing late and none of us felt particularly motivated to cook that was should go up to BD's again for lunch. Since this is such a favorite dining place for us there was no dissension in the decision to have lunch there for a second day in the row. It's hard to get tired of food that you help create, and which always turns out a little different each time you make it!
An added bonus to having BD's for lunch is that we could stop by the Best Buy that's near the restaurant and perform an exchange on Roho's PS2. The poor thing's disk loader had just utterly given up the ghost, which caused extended game load times -- when they did load -- and plenty of jerky animations and crashes. It's hard to play Vice City when you can't get the darn thing to load or stay stable. Fortunately Roho had purchased an extended warranty when he bought his system, which promised to exchange it should it suffer from any major component failures. Roho and I discussed the warranty a bit on our way there, commenting how the Gord had once written that consoles were in fact not a hedge against inflation. We figured that since the PS2 had been bought at it's original release price of $299 and not its revised retail price of $199 and change that we'd be lucky just to get a replacement console unit without somehow owing the store money. Imagine the dazed look on our faces when we were told they would honor the warranty for the purchase price, and that because the units now sold for $100 less than what our exchange was "worth" they'd give us $100 in credit. This hardly seems like the Best Buy I used to work for. Did they somehow grow a soul in the four years since I've worked for them? It hardly seems likely, but I am hard-pressed for another answer that would explain this behavior. So... before too long we were out the door with a new console, two controllers, two extension cables and a couple of DVDs (Heavy Metal, Grave of the Fireflies and 5th Element).
After we escaped the gravitational well that seems to surround any mall with a Best Buy or Circuit City in it we made tracks for BD's and the promised lunch goodness. At the restaurant we were chastised by Sara for not requesting a table in her area. I hadn't even seen her on the map! Joe wasn't working the grill but Obie and Nate were, so there was little fear that the food would be done wrong. I only had one bowl of stir-fry, but I coupled it with a small bowl of soup and a lot of tortillas. When I rolled out of the restaurant -- I couldn't help but think ofchebutykin as I contemplated my state -- I was quite pleasantly drifting towards a food coma. Our drive home was uneventful but a tad hurried because of the meeting that Roho and Kes had to attend. I shoved the box of goodies from kristenq into the back of their car, making sure that the boots I'd bought for jenwolf's Christmas present were still included and sent them on their way. I killed some time hooking the new console up to the sound system and ran it through some paces to make sure everything was working, then waited for my roommates to return.
( And then it became less pleasant... )
Sunday was a lazy, lazy day. Ra insisted that I should wake up sometime around 0730 to feed him, since he's gotten used to having food in his bowl around the time I leave for work every morning. I have nobody to blame but myself for this, because I'm the person who set him on that schedule. I shouldn't expect the poor little critter to know the difference between a weekday morning and a weekend morning -- although he does seem to know not to be too annoying on the mornings when I wake up feeling unwell or am suffering from a migraine. I'm glad he's got that level of sensitivity, at least. I suppose -- given how little patience I have when it feels like the state of Iowa is doing a giant polka-fest behind my eyes -- it might just be a self-preservation instinct taking effect on those days. But I'm not going to complain.
Most of the day had few plans.
roho and kestral were going to spend part of the afternoon down in the Woodfield area to attend the MFF staff meeting that was going on. We decided that since the hour was growing late and none of us felt particularly motivated to cook that was should go up to BD's again for lunch. Since this is such a favorite dining place for us there was no dissension in the decision to have lunch there for a second day in the row. It's hard to get tired of food that you help create, and which always turns out a little different each time you make it!An added bonus to having BD's for lunch is that we could stop by the Best Buy that's near the restaurant and perform an exchange on Roho's PS2. The poor thing's disk loader had just utterly given up the ghost, which caused extended game load times -- when they did load -- and plenty of jerky animations and crashes. It's hard to play Vice City when you can't get the darn thing to load or stay stable. Fortunately Roho had purchased an extended warranty when he bought his system, which promised to exchange it should it suffer from any major component failures. Roho and I discussed the warranty a bit on our way there, commenting how the Gord had once written that consoles were in fact not a hedge against inflation. We figured that since the PS2 had been bought at it's original release price of $299 and not its revised retail price of $199 and change that we'd be lucky just to get a replacement console unit without somehow owing the store money. Imagine the dazed look on our faces when we were told they would honor the warranty for the purchase price, and that because the units now sold for $100 less than what our exchange was "worth" they'd give us $100 in credit. This hardly seems like the Best Buy I used to work for. Did they somehow grow a soul in the four years since I've worked for them? It hardly seems likely, but I am hard-pressed for another answer that would explain this behavior. So... before too long we were out the door with a new console, two controllers, two extension cables and a couple of DVDs (Heavy Metal, Grave of the Fireflies and 5th Element).
After we escaped the gravitational well that seems to surround any mall with a Best Buy or Circuit City in it we made tracks for BD's and the promised lunch goodness. At the restaurant we were chastised by Sara for not requesting a table in her area. I hadn't even seen her on the map! Joe wasn't working the grill but Obie and Nate were, so there was little fear that the food would be done wrong. I only had one bowl of stir-fry, but I coupled it with a small bowl of soup and a lot of tortillas. When I rolled out of the restaurant -- I couldn't help but think of
chebutykin as I contemplated my state -- I was quite pleasantly drifting towards a food coma. Our drive home was uneventful but a tad hurried because of the meeting that Roho and Kes had to attend. I shoved the box of goodies from kristenq into the back of their car, making sure that the boots I'd bought for jenwolf's Christmas present were still included and sent them on their way. I killed some time hooking the new console up to the sound system and ran it through some paces to make sure everything was working, then waited for my roommates to return. ( And then it became less pleasant... )
