Archive for November, 2009
Pinball Wizard (sort of)
Recently I was reminded of an old story that entertained me so much I just had to share. I will be careful about how I tell this because there is an outside, highly remote chance that the parties involved could hear about this, and there is also an outside, highly remote chance that the secret involved is still a secret (which would only make this funnier).
When I was in college I spent my summers working at a couple different places as an engineering intern. It was a glorious time of slow computers, bad golf shirts, and scads of homemade ham sandwiches for lunch which I stored all morning in an unrefrigerated desk drawer. Things are so much different today. Now I prefer turkey sandwiches.
I worked for one engineer who at one point had one of the only two computers in a very large building. For this computer to have been more primitive might have required a pull-starter. Surprisingly, this computer did include some sort of video game. The engineer had a technician buddy who would come in occasionally during lunch or on breaks to play the game for a few minutes.
Eventually the technician started talking primitive video game trash.
The game had one of those leader board features from the old arcade days where players could type in their initials (or, more likely, their favorite crude three-letter word) if their score made the top ten. The technician’s scores dominated the leader board and he made sure the engineer knew it.
So the engineer stayed after work one night (after the technician had gone) and posted a score in the top ten. A few nights later he played again and achieved the top score. The technician was a little bummed by this but undeterred. He increased his efforts and over the course of the next couple weeks finally got the high score back.
The engineer stayed after work again and reported the next morning that he had once again taken the top spot. The technician was good-natured but visibly frustrated at this news as he left the engineer’s office. It was clear he did not at all like how easily the engineer overtook him. I witnessed this exchange and the engineer must have felt guilty enough that it was time to come clean.
Or maybe he was just so proud he couldn’t keep it to himself.
It seems the engineer barely even knew how to play the game. You’re guessing he was having his kid play it for him, but no. After hearing the technician bragging one day, on a hunch the engineer poked around in the file directory where the game was stored. He located a simple text file with a name that was something like HIGHSCORES.TXT. Every so often he would simply go into that file and type himself up a new high score and move his buddy’s efforts down the list. To this day it remains one of the best examples I’ve ever seen of a guy pulling a fast one on a friend. Brilliant.
I guess the lesson here is the guy who is good at the game will always be topped by the guy who can game the system.
Driving Miss Shelby
So I drive seven-year old Shelby to work every day. This will probably not be the last post about this arrangement. Sometimes I think I should abandon my blog and just interview Shelby every few days and write down what she says.
So this week we’re driving to school and have the following conversation:
Shelby: Dad, do you know what would be a waste of hair gel?
Me (pause): Um, no. What would be a waste of hair gel?
Shelby: Sculpting your hair so that it looks like a chicken is sitting on top of your head.
Sittin’ Pretty
I have one quick follow-up to my recent post about my NASCAR extravaganza-rama-palooza-fest. Well, besides the fact that a friend of mine took my last NASCAR post and photo-shopped my head onto the body of the random guy standing next to Miss Sprint Cup.
I will not be sharing said photo.
Here’s what I wanted to add. I took two quick photos at the race that I wanted to use as a compare and contrast feature. Unfortunately I managed to misplace one of them, but it wasn’t the important one. Just imagine the biggest, fanciest, most expensive recreational vehicle you have ever seen lumbering down the interstate. I took a picture of one like that.
And then I took a picture of this one:

Who says today’s NASCAR is only a rich man’s sport? Just for fun, I decided to see how many interesting things I identify in this re-purposed school bus.
- It’s a re-purposed school bus.
- It was painted red and lovingly given a sporty white stripe.
- Window A/C units near driver and in back door.
- Electrical generator mounted on rear extension.
- Propane tank at-the-ready (sitting in the foreground).
- Viewing platform on top with “safety” railing.
- Ladder for handy viewing platform access.
- Obligatory Dale Earnhardt “3” and Dale Earnhardt Jr (throwback) “8” on rear (kind of obscured by the ladder).
- Painted windows for privacy in living quarters.
- Curtains in mid-section windows, presumably to give an airy feel to the breakfast nook.
- “His and her” (or perhaps “his and his drinking buddy”) stools for maximum comfort while sitting and watching 3.5 hour race.
I pretty much love that bus and would be willing to wager its owner has more fun at an average race than the guy in the fancy RV. I could only think of one obvious suggestion for him to add during his next upgrade.
Considering that he is watching race cars from inside the oval track, I think those stools need improvement. He should somehow work a swivel onto those stools. And then he should add an electric motor with a variable speed controller. Once the race starts, he could play around with the controller until he finds just the right speed that would allow him to rotate in sync with his favorite driver. If he wanted to get fancy he could add programmable settings so that he could also rotate at caution-flag speeds. Then again, if he wanted to get fancy he probably would be driving something else.
Treats or Tricks
Posted by Mark in Current Events on November 2nd, 2009
Saturday night here was beautiful, moonlit, and perfectly crisp. But this particular October 31st was unsettling. Most Halloween nights our family attends a fall festival at our church. (It’s sort of the opposite as when people hold a “holiday parade” because they don’t want to admit it’s Christmas). This year our fall festival was the night before Halloween, so for the first time in years I was home on Halloween night. I think the long absence caused me to lose touch with societal traditions.
There I was sitting at home, minding my own business. Suddenly I was accosted by a parade of colorful characters. They just showed up uninvited. They hid behind masks to obscure their true personalities. Some were funny and some were scary. While entertaining for a few minutes, they quickly wore out their welcome when they demanded more and more of my possessions. They seemed to think they were so special I should just be delighted to hand over everything I have. It was all really rather distasteful.
So I quickly switched from C-Span back to football.