Virtual vehicles for the metaverse
Topics concerning that thing known as ‘real life’ and not virtual worlds.
Message from headquarters:
At 1730 hours, be at the rendezvous coordinates to make contact with Agent Q. From there you will proceed with the mission: locate and demolish the best beer in the city. You and Q are mission experts now. With a little luck and your instincts, you may come out of this with only a headache in the morning.
This tape will self-destruct in five hours. (We had some budget cuts at headquarters.)
Mmm. Coffee.
I don’t know why I just typed that.
To the people with a novelty “musical” ring tone on their cell phone: Do you know how bloody irritating that is??
At least with a normal ring, people can speak (and think) between rings. But your continuous electronic crap drowns out everything around you.
What made you think that anyone wants to hear a mechanized bastardization of Bach, Mozart, or Beethoven? What made you think that the “funky” ring was even remotely entertaining (or funky for that matter)? And what makes you think that it’s in any way “cute” or “sophisticated”, when it blasts out in a quiet coffee shop, causing everything to come to a halt until you decide to fumble through your belongings to answer it?
And finally, to the person on the sixth floor with a novelty ring tone who won’t answer the phone when it rings: if you let it run through twenty repetitions of “William Tell” again, don’t be surprised if a certain blogger demonstrates how you can make a cell phone more operate more quietly with the correct application of a ball-pein hammer.
An MSN Messenger conversation with my brother:
Steve says: i just got back from Shabusen. i’m full of tuna sashimi.
Matt says: mmmmmmm. i haven’t had good sashimi in oh…forever. the last trip to MEC destroyed my fancy eatin’ fund. the only fancy eatin’ i been doin’ is when mum and dad came to town. sigh. oh well…i like grilled cheese.
Steve says: grilled cheese is good stuff. it contains a full helping of vitamin G
Matt says: mmm, cheese sweat. i was grilled cheesin’ it up the other day, and hit an actual pocket of liquid cheese fat. it was by far the most revolting experience i’d had in hours.
Steve says: you haven’t tried the ‘New York Deli’ pizza from Panagopolous, have you?
Matt says: negatory…
Steve says: it’s mozza, cheddar, and five different fatty meats.
Steve says: when you get the box, the grease has completely soaked through.
Steve says: a slice can kill a grown man
Steve says: that is, if you freeze it first and ram it into his neck.
Steve says: it takes practice and a lot of training to kill a man with a slice of pizza
Steve says: but i digress
Matt says: i done it a few times, back in ‘nam, when the ammo was running low.
Steve says: i wonder what other foods could be a lethal weapon
Matt says: carrots for sure, too. all those pointy root vegetables. octopus? you could use the suckers to give a lethal hickey.
Steve says: ooh. that would be a horrible way to go.
Matt says: good lord. i can’t think of it.
Steve says: spagetti?
Matt says: if you braided a whole bunch of spagetti noodles together to make a rope…
Today I partake in that eternal office ritual known as the Goodbye Lunch. Two longtime employees are leaving for “other opportunities”, so we’re taking them out to lunch.
The location: Shabusen. This all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant has been the location of many distressing sushi incidents. At my last job, the development department used to go to Shabusen at least once a month. One programmer was notorious for ordering ten plates of every kind of roll there was, including the cucumber maki: the most boring sushi imaginable. Shabusen is also the place that serves their tuna sashimi so fresh that it’s still frozen in the middle.
On the other hand, the price is pretty good. It’s about ten dollars (Canadian) to engorge yourself on raw fish and rice, and they even have a selection of cooked foods too, although the chicken and beef dishes are a little sketchy.
I’ll let you know how it goes. If I survive.