Wii, and A Hideous Noise

I'm so tired. I was up late last night, because the Wii suddenly lost its wireless connection. I ended up changing the security settings on the router, and then discovered that I had to enter the complete router key rather than the password I'd set up. But the key kept coming up wrong.

Finally, out of sheer desperation, I tried replacing the single "l" with a "1", and that worked. It's a bit embarrassing; using an l instead of a 1 is an amateur's mistake, and one that I'm well aware of. But I'd had to write the key down by hand (the computer is upstairs, the Wii is downstairs, and the printer is currently unplugged to make room for the router), and my handwriting sucks.

The new connection was much faster than the old one. Even thought I was desperately tired, I couldn't resist playing around a little. And before I knew it, I was amazed to discover that I'd worked up a sweat. I'd also broken my personal bowling record twice - my top score is now 179.

Interestingly enough, that's still comparable to my real-world scores, back when I bowled; at my best, I occasionally bowled a bit over 200. But that was rare.

After I played for a while the remote suddenly stopped working. In fact, both remotes stopped working. When I pressed a button all the LEDs would flash, but neither remote would interact with the Wii console in any way. So it looks like I'll have to re-synchronize them tonight.

So far the Wii does seem a bit more prone to trouble than I would have hoped. But it's a lot of fun to play with. I'm dying to get Super Mario Bros. and a few other games...not to mention Zelda: Twilight Princess.

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I was feeling pretty zombie-like when I got on the train this morning. Normally when I'm tired, I put on my earphones, tune in NPR, and go to sleep. There's bad interference with all NPR stations near Ruggles (I often wonder why; they both get drowned out by Imus), which usually wakes me up in time to get off at my stop. Although it's not the end of the world if I DO miss my stop, since my company runs shuttles from both of the following stations as well.

I settled into my seat, put on the earphones, and was just preparing to doze when a hideous noise ripped through my head. Everyone in the area jumped and looked towards me. I looked around myself, and saw that the guy sitting in the seat behind me - a great big disgusting fat guy, nearly as bloated and huge as myself - had fallen asleep with his mouth open and was snoring up a storm.

They were incredibly loud and painful snores, too. It sounded like a giant ripping telephone books in half. Everyone in the area exchanged amused/disgusted looks. One woman eventually couldn't take it, and left the coach.

The noise bugged me, but at that point I was unlikely to be able to find another open seat. I don't like to push in on an already-occupied two-person seat, because I'm big and I don't like the aggrieved sighs and sullen looks I often get from a seatmate (although no one ever seems to mind pushing in on me, if it's physically possible). So I sat tight.

But now I had a problem. I really wanted to sleep. But if I did, people in the coach might think that the horrible noise was coming from me. So I sat there, awake, until I got to Ruggles. When I got off, the guy was still snoring.

Wii, and A Hideous Noise

I'm so tired. I was up late last night, because the Wii suddenly lost its wireless connection. I ended up changing the security settings on the router, and then discovered that I had to enter the complete router key rather than the password I'd set up. But the key kept coming up wrong.

Finally, out of sheer desperation, I tried replacing the single "l" with a "1", and that worked. It's a bit embarrassing; using an l instead of a 1 is an amateur's mistake, and one that I'm well aware of. But I'd had to write the key down by hand (the computer is upstairs, the Wii is downstairs, and the printer is currently unplugged to make room for the router), and my handwriting sucks.

The new connection was much faster than the old one. Even thought I was desperately tired, I couldn't resist playing around a little. And before I knew it, I was amazed to discover that I'd worked up a sweat. I'd also broken my personal bowling record twice - my top score is now 179.

Interestingly enough, that's still comparable to my real-world scores, back when I bowled; at my best, I occasionally bowled a bit over 200. But that was rare.

After I played for a while the remote suddenly stopped working. In fact, both remotes stopped working. When I pressed a button all the LEDs would flash, but neither remote would interact with the Wii console in any way. So it looks like I'll have to re-synchronize them tonight.

So far the Wii does seem a bit more prone to trouble than I would have hoped. But it's a lot of fun to play with. I'm dying to get Super Mario Bros. and a few other games...not to mention Zelda: Twilight Princess.

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I was feeling pretty zombie-like when I got on the train this morning. Normally when I'm tired, I put on my earphones, tune in NPR, and go to sleep. There's bad interference with all NPR stations near Ruggles (I often wonder why; they both get drowned out by Imus), which usually wakes me up in time to get off at my stop. Although it's not the end of the world if I DO miss my stop, since my company runs shuttles from both of the following stations as well.

I settled into my seat, put on the earphones, and was just preparing to doze when a hideous noise ripped through my head. Everyone in the area jumped and looked towards me. I looked around myself, and saw that the guy sitting in the seat behind me - a great big disgusting fat guy, nearly as bloated and huge as myself - had fallen asleep with his mouth open and was snoring up a storm.

They were incredibly loud and painful snores, too. It sounded like a giant ripping telephone books in half. Everyone in the area exchanged amused/disgusted looks. One woman eventually couldn't take it, and left the coach.

The noise bugged me, but at that point I was unlikely to be able to find another open seat. I don't like to push in on an already-occupied two-person seat, because I'm big and I don't like the aggrieved sighs and sullen looks I often get from a seatmate (although no one ever seems to mind pushing in on me, if it's physically possible). So I sat tight.

But now I had a problem. I really wanted to sleep. But if I did, people in the coach might think that the horrible noise was coming from me. So I sat there, awake, until I got to Ruggles. When I got off, the guy was still snoring.

Water

A few days ago I went over to the kitchen at work to get my water bottle. It's a 1-liter plastic bottle; I half-fill it with water and put it into the freezer in a tilted position. After it's frozen I fill the rest of it with water and have ice water for the day.

When I got to the kitchen, I was surprised to see my bottle sitting on the counter, thawing. From the amount of water melted, it must have been out there for hours.

I checked the freezer, and it was more than half empty. Nor had anything been put where my bottle had been. The refrigerator was also not crowded. The whole thing made me nervous. But I had a meeting and I needed water, so I filled up the bottle and went to the meeting.

At the meeting, I drank a few sips. It was probably psychosomatic, but it tasted bitter, and made my tongue burn. I dokl,,,,,,,,,, ,.jvgfnsd,.mzxcv..............


Heh. I was momentarily tempted to continue with "I'm a co-worker of Peter, and we're taking him to the hospital now", but that would be unforgivable. Anyway, the water really DID burn my tongue, so I'm throwing the bottle out and buying a new one (it was disposable anyway). I'm sure I wasn't poisoned, since I drank it several days ago and only had a sip or two anyway. But I still can't figure it out: why would someone take a bottle that didn't belong to them out of a shared freezer and leave it on a counter? It just doesn't make sense.

I realize that this is an incredibly trivial subject, but...it just doesn't make sense. Maybe the bottle fell out when they opened the freezer? But then why didn't they just put it back?

I'm stumped!

Water

A few days ago I went over to the kitchen at work to get my water bottle. It's a 1-liter plastic bottle; I half-fill it with water and put it into the freezer in a tilted position. After it's frozen I fill the rest of it with water and have ice water for the day.

When I got to the kitchen, I was surprised to see my bottle sitting on the counter, thawing. From the amount of water melted, it must have been out there for hours.

I checked the freezer, and it was more than half empty. Nor had anything been put where my bottle had been. The refrigerator was also not crowded. The whole thing made me nervous. But I had a meeting and I needed water, so I filled up the bottle and went to the meeting.

At the meeting, I drank a few sips. It was probably psychosomatic, but it tasted bitter, and made my tongue burn. I dokl,,,,,,,,,, ,.jvgfnsd,.mzxcv..............


Heh. I was momentarily tempted to continue with "I'm a co-worker of Peter, and we're taking him to the hospital now", but that would be unforgivable. Anyway, the water really DID burn my tongue, so I'm throwing the bottle out and buying a new one (it was disposable anyway). I'm sure I wasn't poisoned, since I drank it several days ago and only had a sip or two anyway. But I still can't figure it out: why would someone take a bottle that didn't belong to them out of a shared freezer and leave it on a counter? It just doesn't make sense.

I realize that this is an incredibly trivial subject, but...it just doesn't make sense. Maybe the bottle fell out when they opened the freezer? But then why didn't they just put it back?

I'm stumped!

More Geekiness

I forgot a few points in the TMNT post I did recently. Since this won't make any sense unless you've read that post first, here's a link.

Anyway, when we escaped from the experimental lab, we got a chance to grab some pieces of clothing. One of the things we grabbed was an Oakland Raiders cap. I spotted it as we were sorting through the clothes, grabbed it and said "Mine! Or I will help you not!". I wore it continually after that.

And later, when we were looting the 7/11, right after I said "Surprise!" and tusked the store clerk, I added "I'm a Tusking Raider."

I wonder how many of you will get that? I'll admit that I wouldn't have, if I hadn't read all three of the original Star Wars novels recently. Teri found an omnibus edition in a dump somewhere (and I'm not exaggerating, it really was a dump). Speaking of which, I have to say: George Lucas is a sucky writer. He got lucky with Star Wars, as Jar Jar Binks proved all too clearly.

I've been watching some of the later movies on cable at night lately, and I have to say: I could have scripted it better. The lines for Obi-Wan are a joke. I can only imagine that Alec Guiness improved his dialog during the first three movies. If the original novel (which is by Lucas) is taken from the pre-filming script, as I suspect, that's proof that I'm right.

Okay, enough geekiness.

More Geekiness

I forgot a few points in the TMNT post I did recently. Since this won't make any sense unless you've read that post first, here's a link.

Anyway, when we escaped from the experimental lab, we got a chance to grab some pieces of clothing. One of the things we grabbed was an Oakland Raiders cap. I spotted it as we were sorting through the clothes, grabbed it and said "Mine! Or I will help you not!". I wore it continually after that.

And later, when we were looting the 7/11, right after I said "Surprise!" and tusked the store clerk, I added "I'm a Tusking Raider."

I wonder how many of you will get that? I'll admit that I wouldn't have, if I hadn't read all three of the original Star Wars novels recently. Teri found an omnibus edition in a dump somewhere (and I'm not exaggerating, it really was a dump). Speaking of which, I have to say: George Lucas is a sucky writer. He got lucky with Star Wars, as Jar Jar Binks proved all too clearly.

I've been watching some of the later movies on cable at night lately, and I have to say: I could have scripted it better. The lines for Obi-Wan are a joke. I can only imagine that Alec Guiness improved his dialog during the first three movies. If the original novel (which is by Lucas) is taken from the pre-filming script, as I suspect, that's proof that I'm right.

Okay, enough geekiness.