More on the Monorail fire

Earlier today, I linked to a breaking story about a fire on the Seattle Monorail — at the time, it was only an hour old — in my linklog.

Now that I’m home, I took some time to go through the various stories on the local news sites: KOMO’s story has been updated, plus KING5, an AP story printed verbatim in both the Seattle Times and the Seattle PI (I found it quite odd that the two competing local papers, rather than doing their own reporting, ran the identical AP story), plus one from CNN that Prairie pointed out.

Sounds like quite the freaky event, there — and, unfortunately, one certain to be hounded upon by the anti-monorail crowd in town, especially combined with two monorail stalls earlier in the year. (Ahem, and ahem.) Me, I’m somewhat amazed that there are as few problems as there are, considering how much mileage is put on those trains!

Amusingly enough, while talking with Prairie about the stories, where her reaction was to be a little freaked out and quite glad she wasn’t around, my first reaction was, “Well, no-one got hurt. Wish I’d been there with my camera!”

I’m such a boy sometimes.

iTunes: “Starsign” by Apoptygma Berzerk from the album Welcome to Earth (2000, 5:35).

Memorial Day

To dad, any of my relatives living or deceased that served, and to all those serving now…

Thanks.

And now, while the rest of you enjoy your holiday — I’m off to work.

Whee.

Folklife 2004

A few shots from wandering around the Folklife festival at Seattle Center today, since our “mostly cloudy” day soon turned into “mostly sunny” and it seemed like a good way to spend a sunny Sunday afternoon.

Folklife 2004 #1

Gold old down-home Americana — The Kitchen Syncopation.

Folklife 2004 #2

What’s quickly becoming a cliché in my photo subjects: children playing in the International Fountain.

Folklife 2004 #3

Two little girls learning how to dance (or if not actually learning, having a lot of fun doing their best).

Folklife 2004 #4

He was just sitting on the bench, watching the world go by. I’m guessing his owner was somewhere in the vicinity.

Folklife 2004 #5

Lots of creatively dressed punk/alternative teens were collected on the lawn by the International Fountain.

Folklife 2004 #6

And one last “playing in the fountain” photo to wind things up.

Old friends

Got to hang out with Rebecca and her husband Gary and their friends Karla and Jeremy at the Vogue tonight. Was great to see Rebecca again — we got to talking about it, and we figured that the last time I saw her she wasn’t even old enough to vote, let alone get into a bar! Too funny.

Bounced around and caught up with each other at the Vogue, then we all grabbed breakfast at IHOP, drove around for a bit chatting and listening to Plaid (a group that she wanted to introduce me to), and then it was off to our respective homes.

All in all, a good night.

iTunes: “Hothead (La Langue d’Amour)” by Anderson, Laurie from the album United States Live (1984, 4:47).

Descent 2 for Mac OS X: FREE!

This rocks.

I’m not much of a gamer. Never have been, likely never will be. Most computer games bore me, requiring far too much time and mental effort to bother with (any strategy based game — StarCraft, WarCraft, WoodCraft), or just being so pointless I can’t envision devoting time to them (EverCrack). Generally, if I get into a game, it’s for a few minutes at a time, and either brainless but fun point-and-shoot (Doom) or brainless drive-around-in-circles racing games (Star Wars Pod Racer, Wipeout for Playstation).

One of the few games that ever really got my attention was Descent. At the time it came out, it was a groundbreaking game — taking the then-typical pesudo-3D first-person-shooter approach of Castle Wolfenstein, Doom, and so on, and putting it into a true three dimensional world.

Where previous “3D” games were actually two-dimensional (your only real choices of movement were on a plane — forward, backwards, left, and right turns, etc.), Descent put you in control of a small spacecraft flying through tunnels within planets and asteroids, adding the final third dimension, allowing you to pilot your craft through all three axis of movement. You could dive, barrel roll, loop-de-loop, swoop down on targets, anything.

We had some great multi-player Descent games at The Pit (my old apartment in Anchorage), and for once, I had the advantage. While I would occasionally play games, I wasn’t enough of a gamer to have very many old habits built in, so when I started playing with the controls of Descent, it didn’t take me long to get the hang of moving through a fully three-dimensional world. My roommate Jason wasn’t able to adjust as quickly, due to the ingrained habit of only thinking along two axis of movement. Many was the time when he’d end up behind me, blasting away, when suddenly I’d go round a bend in the tunnel just out of his sight, fly into a large open room, and immediately shoot straight up to hover just above the entrance. Jason would come screaming into the cavern and start trying to find me — panning left and right. Meanwhile, I’d be targeting him from above, suddenly unleashing a blistering stream of laser fire onto the top of his ship, and sending him off into blissful digital oblivion.

Of course, Jason being the jobless obsessive-compulsive that he was, he soon spent far too many hours doing nothing but play Descent, so it was only a matter of a week or two before he was flying circles around everyone else in the apartment. Still, my little reign of terror was fun while it lasted.

What got all this started running through my brain, though, was Phil tipping me off to some wonderful news — Descent 2 has been ported to run on Mac OS X, and is freely downloadable!

Schweeeeet.

It’s downloaded, just waiting for me to install it. I think I better wait ’till the weekend to do that, though, otherwise I’m likely to get nothing done from here on out.

What a deal!

While on my lunch break today, I heard the sounds of Queen’s “We are the Champions” emanating from the television mounted in the corner of the burger joint I frequent daily. I looked up to see shots of middle-aged men running down the street, jumping into the air, and pumping their arms in jubilation. Then the subject of the commercial came on.

Some sort of Viagra “club” deal — buy six doses, get the seventh free.

This struck me as completely bizarre.

I’m also left wondering just what the punchcard for this deal must look like…

iTunes: “Music (Groove Armada Club)” by Madonna from the album Music (2000, 9:31).

So much for that idea

My plan for the morning was to wander down the hill and see Kerry speak on today’s swing through Seattle. It even looked like I was going to be able to pull it off — I set my alarm an hour early, actually managed to haul myself out of bed, and was out the door by 8:45am.

Springtime in Seattle, though, doesn’t always have the best weather, and today is definitely one of the drearier days. Grey, windy, and rainy. I wasn’t terribly concerned about this on the walk down the hill, as one of the first things I learned about being a Seattleite is that an umbrella is a necessary part of one’s supplies. I walked down Pike to the Pike Place Market, took the stairs down through the market, and crossed Alaskan Way to head to the pier. One of the police officers on duty directed me to the line, and I started working my way down…

…and down…

…and down…

Waiting to see Kerry speak

…and about five blocks later or so, finally found the end. Still, I’ve got no big problem with queueing up for something that interests me, and I’ve been curious for a while as to how Kerry would strike me in person. What little I’ve seen of him (generally during snippets on CNN while I’m eating lunch, as I’m without TV at home) hasn’t really impressed me to date, but I also know that many people can come across far better in a personal appearance than in a compressed 15-second news soundbite. So, I staked out my spot in line and waited.

And kept waiting.

An hour later, after having moved only about the length of two blocks, it became very clear that chances of actually making it into the designated area when Kerry was still around were getting slimmer and slimmer. The final straw, though, was when word came down the line that due to security measures, umbrellas were not being allowed into the secure area. Bags not being allowed I was expecting — that had been mentioned on Kerry’s website — but umbrellas? Sure, I’m not going to melt, but that doesn’t mean that I particularly relish the idea of standing out in the wind and rain, either.

The pile of umbrellas

So, I gave it a few more minutes to think it over, decided that it wasn’t worth it, and wandered my way back home. On the way out, I passed the solution to the umbrella situation: a huge pile of umbrellas at the bottom of a lamppost close to the screening area at the entrance. Ugh. Talk about a quickly improvised and badly thought out solution. I was not impressed.

So, that was my morning adventure — an aborted and unsuccessful attempt to form better impressions of the Democratic nominee for the 2004 election cycle. Hopefully I’ll have another chance before November rolls around (and if I do, I hope it goes better than this one did).

iTunes: “Heartbeat (Armand van Helden)” by Somerville, Jimmy from the album Platinum on Black, Vol. 2 (1995, 4:53).

A Portrait of the Author as a Young Man

Or, rather, seven portraits.

I recently found a stack of old ID cards from my high school days in a drawer, a discovery that led to an interesting mix of amusement and horror as I flipped through them. My self-image has never been very good — it’s only been in the last few years that I’ve really started to be comfortable with the way I look — and flipping through these really reminded me of just how low my self-esteem was in those days. Pretty scary, actually.

So what do I do, but take them to work, scan them all in, and bring them back here to expose them to the world.

There’s something seriously, seriously wrong with me. ;)

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The library is really cool

I did manage to spend a little time looking around the Seattle Library this Sunday with Prairie and Hope for their opening day festivities. I think this was the first, and quite likely only, time I’ve ever seen a line to get into a library!

The Seattle Central Library

Unfortunately, the downside to hitting it on opening day was that there were just so many people there that it soon became overwhelming, and we soon decided that it would be easier to explore on a later date when it wasn’t as crowded. We made it through the first few levels of the building and really enjoyed what we saw, but it was all just a bit too much to take the full tour. I’ll be heading back as soon as I have some time.

One last picture from the day before I go — me, reflected in one of the building’s overhangs.

Me at the Seattle Library

iTunes: “Love U More (Band of Gypsies)” by Sunscreem from the album Love U More (1992, 6:13).