Weekends rock
What a great, relaxing weekend. No major life-changing events to plan for, no massive money drain to worry about, just good times baby. Friday night was once again Halo night at work, while Kim and Val went out for a girly night out somewhere in town. We had the usual cast of geeks, sharpshooters, dorks, in presence. I can probably be included in all three camps! Even though I'm heartily sick of the sight, sound, marketing, taste and feel of Halo, I still have to give it up for the LAN party. It's better than even playing online just because having people there it seems less disjointed, hurling insults across the room and being there to see the reaction. We got together the usual 9-10 people and played a few hours from 8-11pm or so.
It was definitely cool- although it's noticeable how much people are improving now. No longer can I run amok with 5 other people around me and wreck shop - in fact more often than not, I get wrecked myself. Gotta raise the game level, Smith! Brandon's (BigB) playing about 100x better than he was since he got started and it's clear that buying that xbox helped him get down and dirty with the FPS controls. Or maybe that new badass tat on his arm was lending him super secret spidey powers. Eduardo (xPert) has always been tough, he handed me my own behind served up on a silver platter many times, and of course Mark (Loki) is always a pain in the neck to deal with, unpredictable god that he is. Good times, good times indeed.
I'm thankful that we have such a relaxed workplace and some projectors to play with in the conference rooms. They're a bit crap, but it's sure better than split-screen on someone's 32'TV where you can just about make out a tank if you're lucky. Once I get my projector set up in the new place, it will be a thing of beauty. In fact the hardest decision will be whether to set up a Halo guy's night or a Poker night.. Overall, LAN parties >> Xbox Live >> Playing solo.
Saturday saw Kim just about the most hung over I think I've ever seen her. After getting in at 6am, for some reason unbeknownst to myself (and probably to her) she got up at around 10am, and then promptly fell asleep again in our chair-and-a-half while I researched Home Theaters online. Surrounded by sleeping moggies, I think she woke up again at 2-3pm while I was _still_ researching. In the interim I did get a chance to check out Chris' (Baldgit) new ride. Whoooooaaa, baby. Even though I'm not the worlds biggest cage fan any more, that is one sweet ass ride. I have no idea how much it is and I don't wanna know, I just wanna know that he enjoys it on a daily basis. Hot.
Saturday evening was cool, hanging out with Dallas (VitaminD), Leporella, Vizzles, Drew and the still-hung-over-not-so-mighty-Kibber. Dallas and Leigh's place is looking bitchin' - so different from when we moved them in with white walls, boxes everywhere and more mess than you can shake a stick at. They've painted a horizontal stripe on the walls (I believe the official colour is called 'puddle'), art by Leigh and other neat little design touches that go into making the place feel hip but also comfortable to kick back in. I didn't bring my camera so no li'l piccies for you, sorry!
Sunday brought me back into touch with my Moto GP skills. It had been so long since I played and I'd forgotten how damn immersing the game was. After promising Kim we'd go out and do stuff together, I sat down to ride 'a few laps' with Wifey. About 2 hours later I realised how long I'd been playing and had to eat some humble pie - my bad! In my defense even the single player game is just so damn addictive it makes clock's hands spin too fast. When you combine that on live with two other players (Silverblood popped in while we were playing) you just forget where you are and focus on the line, the line, the line, hitting that apex and not shaving the grass to improve your times. The line is everything. I need to write about that in more detail some time - there's poetry to be had for sure.
We tried to watch the movie Catch-22 later on. It might be a 'classic' but frankly.. It's shit. I'm all for avant-garde slice-and-dice movies with lots of imagery, parallel plots and confusing dialogue, but.. Well it was just shit! I'm sure the book is brilliant, but we ended up deleting the Tivo after 30 minutes of 'what-the-fuck-is-going-on?'. Too bad, another triumph for modern impatience over art critics. Switched it on over to Chapelle's show and bust out laughing for about an hour. That man is so effortlessly fucking funny. Hell, I'm STILL laughing about his 'Charlie Murphy's True Hollywood Stories' almost two months later, bitch! What I like about him is that his humour is so self-deprecating as well as making fun of other stereotypes, so it never comes across as hating, just pure class.
Other random things that didn't happen:
:: I forgot to clean my motorbike again
:: I forgot to get a new windscreen screw again - still a glaring hole in one of the sockets
:: I still haven't been back to Coleman's to get another allen bolt for my wing mirror
:: Didn't clean, haha! Sweet
:: Didn't end up at Red, Whoooo-aaaaa! :) You can hate me later, D!
It was definitely cool- although it's noticeable how much people are improving now. No longer can I run amok with 5 other people around me and wreck shop - in fact more often than not, I get wrecked myself. Gotta raise the game level, Smith! Brandon's (BigB) playing about 100x better than he was since he got started and it's clear that buying that xbox helped him get down and dirty with the FPS controls. Or maybe that new badass tat on his arm was lending him super secret spidey powers. Eduardo (xPert) has always been tough, he handed me my own behind served up on a silver platter many times, and of course Mark (Loki) is always a pain in the neck to deal with, unpredictable god that he is. Good times, good times indeed.
I'm thankful that we have such a relaxed workplace and some projectors to play with in the conference rooms. They're a bit crap, but it's sure better than split-screen on someone's 32'TV where you can just about make out a tank if you're lucky. Once I get my projector set up in the new place, it will be a thing of beauty. In fact the hardest decision will be whether to set up a Halo guy's night or a Poker night.. Overall, LAN parties >> Xbox Live >> Playing solo.
Saturday saw Kim just about the most hung over I think I've ever seen her. After getting in at 6am, for some reason unbeknownst to myself (and probably to her) she got up at around 10am, and then promptly fell asleep again in our chair-and-a-half while I researched Home Theaters online. Surrounded by sleeping moggies, I think she woke up again at 2-3pm while I was _still_ researching. In the interim I did get a chance to check out Chris' (Baldgit) new ride. Whoooooaaa, baby. Even though I'm not the worlds biggest cage fan any more, that is one sweet ass ride. I have no idea how much it is and I don't wanna know, I just wanna know that he enjoys it on a daily basis. Hot.
Saturday evening was cool, hanging out with Dallas (VitaminD), Leporella, Vizzles, Drew and the still-hung-over-not-so-mighty-Kibber. Dallas and Leigh's place is looking bitchin' - so different from when we moved them in with white walls, boxes everywhere and more mess than you can shake a stick at. They've painted a horizontal stripe on the walls (I believe the official colour is called 'puddle'), art by Leigh and other neat little design touches that go into making the place feel hip but also comfortable to kick back in. I didn't bring my camera so no li'l piccies for you, sorry!
Sunday brought me back into touch with my Moto GP skills. It had been so long since I played and I'd forgotten how damn immersing the game was. After promising Kim we'd go out and do stuff together, I sat down to ride 'a few laps' with Wifey. About 2 hours later I realised how long I'd been playing and had to eat some humble pie - my bad! In my defense even the single player game is just so damn addictive it makes clock's hands spin too fast. When you combine that on live with two other players (Silverblood popped in while we were playing) you just forget where you are and focus on the line, the line, the line, hitting that apex and not shaving the grass to improve your times. The line is everything. I need to write about that in more detail some time - there's poetry to be had for sure.
We tried to watch the movie Catch-22 later on. It might be a 'classic' but frankly.. It's shit. I'm all for avant-garde slice-and-dice movies with lots of imagery, parallel plots and confusing dialogue, but.. Well it was just shit! I'm sure the book is brilliant, but we ended up deleting the Tivo after 30 minutes of 'what-the-fuck-is-going-on?'. Too bad, another triumph for modern impatience over art critics. Switched it on over to Chapelle's show and bust out laughing for about an hour. That man is so effortlessly fucking funny. Hell, I'm STILL laughing about his 'Charlie Murphy's True Hollywood Stories' almost two months later, bitch! What I like about him is that his humour is so self-deprecating as well as making fun of other stereotypes, so it never comes across as hating, just pure class.
Other random things that didn't happen:
:: I forgot to clean my motorbike again
:: I forgot to get a new windscreen screw again - still a glaring hole in one of the sockets
:: I still haven't been back to Coleman's to get another allen bolt for my wing mirror
:: Didn't clean, haha! Sweet
:: Didn't end up at Red, Whoooo-aaaaa! :) You can hate me later, D!
posted by CatSpit at
10:57 AM
