Ok, I’ve been lazy, but I think I have two valid excuses to explain why I have been lax in fulfilling the never made — and therefore never honored — promise to post within certain time constraints.
First: Halloween. This is the first year in many that I’ve been able to actually build things and participate in party plans. My time was deliciously spent covered in sawdust, glue and paint. Consider yourselves lucky to get that previous post on the 18th.
Second: Guitar Hero III. Holy crap, this game is fun! I’ve been fantastically absorbed in it, and trying to work past playing the (fake guitar) controller like a monkey with 6 thumbs trying to peel a banana. I finally beat the easy level, and now I move on the medium. I played the first song — which on easy is now a mere finger warm-up exercise — and I felt like three of my fingers were removed and I was scrambling around trying to hit the fret buttons with the remaining digits. Still, it’s great fun. Basically DDR for your fingers. For a lively example of the game, HERE’S a video of a player in “expert mode”, playing the final guitar battle against Lou, the last boss. Bear in mind, he’s also doing this while throwing, and having thrown at him, powerups that cause strange things to happen to the guitar (cut strings, amp overloads, reversed strings, etc).
So without further ado…
Journal Entry — September 15th: Waiting for the Other Shoe to Drop.
Got seven hours of sleep in a cool, clammy room on pancake flat pillows — but it was better than sleeping at the airport. Woke, shaved, showered and checked out. Hopped on the shuttle and made it to the airport by 11:30am.
Stood in the international check-in line for about 45 minutes, even though I already had my boarding pass from last night. I wanted to check on the status of my flight, and the status of the box I checked on. The flight is still on time and the box is here at the airport waiting to be transferred to this flight. I was told to check on it again at the gate about 6pm to make sure it is still on track.
I was also told I could go wait in the business class traveler’s lounge in terminal “E”. Apparently I hadn’t noticed that the friendly, magical ticket fairies that helped me last night bumped me up to business class. At least I’ll be a little more comfortable on this flight. I swear they must have been fairies, at Babba Yagga’s ticket booth! It was in the middle of nowhere, with no gate in sight! That booth must grow legs and move around randomly. Jeebus bless the magical ticket folk at the Atlanta airport!
So, after hunting down some proper food I go to the lounge, only to be turned away because I didn’t actually pay for my business class ticket. Snobs! So, I got a large coffee and took the train back to “T” and to my gate so I can plant my butt in a seat and wait with the rest of the lowly commoners.
At 6pm I’m gonna check on the status of my plane and the box. Been IM-ing with Sweets, talking to my mom, and making a short blog post from my phone — gotta love modern technology!