No, the title of the post signifies absolutely nothing, except the fact that I feel capricious. (Of course, it also seriously reduces the quality of the archive search feature going forward, but who gives a turkey.) I’ve got about half an hour before a couple of friends get here (bearing an Xbox 360 — finally I get to play BioShock!), so I thought I’d kill a little time.
This month has been quite busy for me, and September is shaping up to be one of my busiest months ever. For the last week I’ve had three major projects overlapping at once, and that doesn’t even include my day job. Last night I wrapped up one of those projects, at least until I get a request to change anything about the work I’ve already done. A rather large project for my previous employer kicked off on Thursday, and will be ramping up towards the middle of next week — as soon as I use Labor Day Monday to make some serious headway on another one of my outstanding jobs. Yay, fun.
I’m trying to cram all of this into the last month I’ll have here before Apple and I journey to Michigan for Reaper’s wedding, as well as some good old fashioned clowning around in the Motor City. Beforehand, we’ll be picking up a portable GPS — probably a Garmin nüvi 350 — to liven up the road trip, and help us find our way around some new areas. I’ll also have to make time to wash and wax the GTO, change the oil, check the other fluids and the tire pressures, and cover the front end with racer’s tape. No, they do not make a car bra that fits SAP-equipped GTOs, so I’m taping the car up. Excessive? It costs about $20 for two rolls of tape, and hundreds more than that for a proper new paint job. You be the judge.
The saga of my Xbox 360 continues. As you may know, it died, and I sent it to Microsoft for repair. They received it last Thursday, and early this week, my online repair status page was updated to show a different serial number. The new number ends in “9999,” which is impossible, because the last four digits of a proper 360 serial indicate the build week and place of manufacture. After some research, I discovered that “9999″ means that your console was deemed irreparable and sent to Microsoft’s plant in Mexico, where they gut it and refurbish it for another unsuspecting customer down the road. In all likelihood, that serial number in my account will change again, this time to a proper number, when Microsoft ships me another previously-refurbished Xbox 360.
That hasn’t occurred yet, unfortunately, so I’m stuck waiting for something to happen. In the meantime, my boss got back from China and bought an Xbox 360 Elite, and this evening he’s bringing it over so we can play some BioShock. So that’ll be fun. It’ll also, probably, be rather jealousy-inducing. As it happens, all of this side work I’m currently engaged in will be paying a pretty penny, so I guess if I want to upgrade, I can. But first, I’m definitely waiting for my “repair unit” to come back. I have a feeling that my “upgrade temptations” will go away as soon as I have a functioning console again!
Apple and I played a game of Monopoly last night. Yeah, the real, honest-to-God cardboard version. It was mad fun. I admit it, I’m not too big of a coward to admit I like board games. We had a howl of a good time last night, in part because I just kept landing on the damn “Pay Income Tax” space. Every bloody time I passed Go, I’d hit that space and would have to count up all my money so I could pay 10% to the bank. By the third time in a row, we were on the floor howling. Easily amused? Nah, we just know how not to take ourselves too seriously!
Anyway, that’s gonna be about it for me right now. Our guests should be here shortly. Hopefully, I won’t suffer massive burnout over the course of the next month, but one way or another, I’ve told all of my clients that I want everything wrapped up by October. I’m not going to suffer while we’re up north, and that’s final. In the meantime, though, I keep having a good laugh at the timing — every blessed person I’ve ever done work for is coming out of the woodwork this week, including Unclean Waterfowl (who I hadn’t even talked to in a year), all needing something. It never rains but it pours!
Catchya on the rebound, clowns.