Thursday, February 28, 2008

I miss you, Fable

Wow, can't believe it's been two weeks since my desktop died. Last night, I couldn't take it anymore -- I HAD to play Fable RIGHT NOW. I tried to put a TV tuner card in my server to hook my brother's Xbox into, but... there was already one there. I do not remember putting it there. But it is there.

Anyways, it works, sort of. Video is choppy, but what do I expect from a 333 Mhz PII? It's playable through the choppiness, though if I hook up one of Matt's large 1680x1050 20" screens, it'll probably be worse.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Computer's Dead

My desktop is dead. Died right in the middle of a Fable session, too. Blank screen, no keyboard LEDs, won't boot. Yes, I've tried removing add-on cards, swapping RAM, etc. Dead. And I don't have money for a new one, and I don't want to put money into repairing this one, so my laptop's my only computer now, ignoring my PII fileserver.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Digital Slimfast

Today I did some housecleaning: reduced my local wallpaper collection from 922.1 MB down to 409.8 MB. I also added a bunch of new wallpapers, all made by the artist Taner at I'm currently using the result of a joint effort between him and TheRob: the Slickness application theme by TheRob with a bundled wallpaper made by Taner for that theme.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Flipping Wabash

Well, my building hasn't flooded yet, but the Wabash is higher than a college student on spring break in Amsterdam. Have some photos: (note: my building is not pictured, the buildings you see are home to some more unfortunate people)

Prime beachfront property!

Oh noes, you can't take out your garbage?

LOL try to go play tennis now!

These two show the area next to the road that my building is on. Not quite into the road, but very close. If the water level were a mere foot higher, the lot would be wet. Another foot or two beyond that, and it'd be at the ground floor entrance to my building.

These people are very trusting. "Oh, don't worry, it'll stop just inches away."

Download the entire set here.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Right, left, right, left, left, straight ahead, left, right

It's been foggy all day here in the Lafayette area. This morning, as I crossed River Road, it was empty. I saw an empty road disappearing into nothingness. Even later during the day, fog was blowing off the areas of snow that haven't melted yet. And now that it's night, the fog is downright blinding.

Andy Selman and I tried to go to Wal-Mart tonight. First we ate some tasty Chinese food, then we went to Big Lots to pick up some caffeine, and then we got sucked into the Twilight Zone. Seriously, Andy commented that this was like the Lost Woods in The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. If only Saria had been playing her music, we might've gotten through ok following the sound. We could not see more that 20 feet in front of the car at times. While trying to get to the southmost Wal-Mart, because it's closet to Big Lots, we became trapped in a housing edition that took us on circles, figure 8's, and who knows what other patterns. I wish we'd been GPS-recording our path for playback later.

We finally got out, got back on familiar roads... and wound up going in exactly the wrong direction. We gave up and went to the West Lafayette Wal-Mart because we actually knew how to get there.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

The story of Greg

I was afraid, when I started this blog, that I wouldn't be able to keep it going. I feared I'd run out of content. So now, I'll just make up stories now and then if nothing noteworthy has happened. I don't even know if anybody reads this, and it doesn't really matter. I'll just write anyways. Without further ado, here's the first short story in a collection of entirely unrelated ramblings.

Greg is an ordinary fellow. He enjoys hanging out with friends, playing video games, and surfing the web. He has a secret, though, a painful and embarrassing fact unknown by even the closest of his friends. Sure, some people find his fondness for stir-fried bamboo to be a bit peculiar, and his fondness for attacking cucumbers with his feet is a well-known eccentricity. He prefers to be alone, and has little drive for mating. If you haven't figured it out yet, Greg is a panda in disguise.

You might wonder why a panda would want to infiltrate human society. What reason does a big fuzzy creature like a panda have to impersonate a person, to spy on humanity from the inside? The pandas keep to themselves in the forests of Asia, and as long as poachers don't inflict painful bullet wounds on them, the pandas would stay there forever, eating bamboo.

Greg is the first in a series of waves. The pandas are invading. We will soon be exiled to the forests, forced to live on grasses and shrubs. The pandas will take all of our civilization and make it their own. We don't have much time. Check everyone you meet very closely, even your best friends and your family. Are they absurdly large? Are they covered in black and white hair? Do they eat bamboo?

When you find a panda spy, report them immediately. I will be here, barricaded in my room, coordinating the counter-offensive. As a last resort, I have developed a biological weapon capable of eradicating all bamboo ever. I hesitate to use it, though, because I'm fond of bamboo stir-fried with mushrooms.... oh no. They've gotten to me. It's too late for me, but you can still save yourself!