fine whine

I'm gonna post this entry in advance, as I expect to get little internet time in for the next day or two. Moving day and whatnot, you see.

We took another carload over tonight, squabbled for a bit, bought a washer and dryer, and packed more boxes, but not necessarily in that order. Tomorrow we move.

I'm gradually working on migrating this page from one bit of software to another, and somehow found myself reading just about every entry I've written the last year. Back when I was writing more sporadically I had some pretty good stuff. I'm not sure if it's quantity over quality or what but tonight I don't feel like being witty, sardonic or sarcastic. I don't have anything to say about rewatching Enemy of the state or packing or moving or homebuying or anything. There's probably something funny I could come up with but... nothing. I'm pulling a blank.

We're over thirty boxes moved now and we're going to make another drop tomorrow. Then, Saturday, we get the truck to take the furniture and other big stuff. After that, I get to break down my rack and pick up the stragglers. Then, no more apartment living. No more renting. Woo hoo.

Arrr, me hearties. Me and the skipper have put out the plank for renting and have set sail for the seas of debt 'round the straits of homeownership. We've been moving some booty over to our new digs and soon we'll be swabbing the decks at both places. Arr.

Um, yeah. We closed on the house today, and I took the day off from work to shuttle some boxes over, sit around and wait for a locksmith, and to put together a hammock with frame from Meijer. All in all it was a productive day, I think, even in light of the fact that now I am potentially going to be paying a quarter million dollars over the next half-lifetime.

Well, maybe a third of a lifetime if I get into some new sort of fitness regimen. I did pick up some sort of weird rowing machine from a friend but haven't yet figured out how it works. It's got two arms with hydraulic pulls and a chair on a track, and that's as much as I've been able to ascertain so far. More on this later, I suppose.

So I was a-playin' some Nightfire tonight, and in-between shooting my teammate and switching control schemes I realized why I like that game, that game that troubles me so with control issues and whatnot. I like using the Sentinel, the guided rocket launcher. Flying those missiles of doom is just so much fun. Without them I think I would despise the game.

Which is where y'all come in. What is a video game, for any platform, out there that plays like the rocket launcher from Nightfire?

So there's this meme floating around the so-called blogosphere whereby everybody's opening up books and posting the fifth sentence of the twenty-third page. Or, as they say:

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.

Lately I haven't been doing my bit for the community so I'll play along. Here's what I found in Fitzgerald did it by Meg Wolitzer:

You might think that such a story will just "write itself".

I happened across the idea whilst idly considering changing my publishing software (after just a year of happily using MT, I'm starting to find the need for something a little different, and apparently a bunch of other people (some with more technical reasons) are doing the same. I had a good run with MT, but it's starting to take up too much space. I'll try not to be too geeky and detail every step and motivation, but don't be surprised if as my whole moving from the apartment to a house thing becomes somehow a metaphor for the moving from MT to WordPress thing (or vice versa).

As for the book, I stumbled across it wedged between some screenwriting books at Half Price Books, wrote it down and checked it out from the library. Next week when I read it I might have more to say.

Yes, I am aware of the significance of 23. And I finally watched my Scandinavian DVD of Scorsese's Raging bull tonight too, but I don't have much to say about either. For now. Goodnight.