This past week was spent at the local 4H Fair. For some of you, the county fair is probably a major community event. For others, it is an annoyance, or possibly non-existant. In my area, it the reason many people live through summer.
For nine days a dusty field, rickety grandstand, and drafty warehouses become a center for expensive food, dangerous rides, and country singers of "diverse" talent.
My connection with this event rises primarily from my previous employment at Micro-Source, a small and growing computer store I worked at before my freshman year at LU. I have always been on the "on-call" list for this store since then, and for the past three years I have manned the fair booth for this fine PC-repair establishment.
In short, my job consists of standing in between three very nice computers, all of which are demonstrating the most eye-catching software we can lay hands on. From this position I engage in conversation with any poor soul who's attention is snared by our vibrant "virtual aquarium" or "Media Center PC". Result: a day spent fiddling with and chatting about computers for a very decent wage.
Before some people get jealous, I should inform you that the average temperature in this "building" was over 95 for the better half of the week. There was no fan, and I was wearing a short-sleeved buttoned shirt over a t-shirt. And pants. No fan. Sitting on a hard wooden stool. Forced to buy fair-food for my meals.
I did, however, win the food-producing friendship of a Romanian meat-wagon vendor by providing him with email access and online news (in Romanian).
In short, the week, though hot, was enjoyable, profitable, and dense.
Oh, and I read all of the new Harry Potter book. I think Rowling hates me. Personally.
The new dorm has been named, and it shall be Davis.
Read all about it here on our beautiful LU site.
The power is out and I'm running this system on pure generator power! So fun. The storm was awesome, and the flag-pole across the street is bent 1-3 degrees. Now I'm making a DVD of pictures for a slideshow of my Mexico trip last Spring Break. I just need pizza...
Awesome link, don't have time to elaborate, just click here.
Haha! Now its back in your head and you can't get it out! No one ever escapes the Badger-Badger.
I ran into an interesting article today on computer game sweatshops. The idea is that you can make lots of real money by obtaining and selling in-game "money" for online games. The demand for this in-game "money" is so high that an entire industry built on this has developed. Most of the "farming" for in-game money takes place Asia. The company heads make six figures, the workers make cents.
"They get paid dirt. But dirt is good where they live."
Read more about it here.
My mother has returned from caring for her parents in Arizona. There is much rejoicing. There were also many ribs!
In celebration we returned to Famous Dave's, a yummy food place. In my previous adventure there I had tried their brisket and found it wanting. Their ribs, however, are excellent.
I purposed to eat only ribs, and it proved to be a weighty task. Each order had 10 ribs. Each rib had 12 inches. Each inch had 2 bites. Each bite had 3 licks. Each lick had 1 swallow.
How many swallows did I swallow to eat my ribs? I don't have time for that, but let it suffice to say that I was fully pleased.
In the future, however, I will not eat just 10 ribs. This led to some internal grumbling later. Fortunately I have recovered and am feeling hungry already. I hope we have some leftovers...
"An Entry" they say, so an entry they will have.
Currenth Truths of Life:
Mom is in Nevada taking care of her parents until Wednesday.
I lack food consequently.
Linux hates me.
I lack the ability to modprobe -r devices I don't want. ("But we're busy!")
World of Warcraft hates me.
I don't get to play it much.
Wheeler's take on a certain spy novel has convinced me I must read it.
Gallagher's gracious offering of a copy pleases me.
I plan to go canoeing with my brother and sister tomorrow.
I hope we don't drown.
That's about all, goodnight world.