March 18, 2003

Good work soldier

I'll take a break from Battlefield 1942 to throw an update here. First and foremost, being a participant in the Warcraft 3 Expansion Beta has proven to me just how shallow most of these players are. That's why I've been spending time on BF1942. War3 beta is filled with crying babies, cheaters and Tillerman-lovers (War3 folks know what I mean), while Splinter Cell is inferior in many ways to the Thief series. BF1942 is perfect for me, a better game I couldn't have gotten.

And now since I'm going to write about the weekend visit to the city, which probably isn't of interest to everyone, it'll be continued below...

Spring break had been good to me. I got to get away from the farms, visit the dojo, see old friends (including a certain girl) and not have to worry about how introducing a SiGe layer in an HBT can tune the base current to increase the breakdown voltage without affecting the cutoff frequency. However, I wouldn't feel cleansed of Pennsylvania's backwardness unless I made a visit to the city, especially with college peeps.

As Nuval was finding a parking space, I strolled into Paul's and found Joe already there. Hennessy appeared shortly with Tony, and even Keith managed to get away from his family obligations to visit us. True to form, we ordered our usuals (the waitress even remembered that Joe liked his vanilla shakes, and told him they didn't have any) like the boring people we are. Something odd must've happened to John up in Boston because he now consumed his french fries using a fork. He also had hair.

Eventually we all somehow got to the topic of what the students were like at our respective universities. According to Keith, the students are Princetons are arrogant little pricks who like to gloat about how smart they are, even when they're not doing that well. According to John, the undergrads at MIT have all lost their will to live, saying things like "I hate MIT. Coming here was the worst choice I ever made". According to Joe, the undergrads at Purdue are just plain stupid, and his opinion of them has never been lower. According to me, the students at Penn State are whining babies who won't let an assignment go by without asking for an extention, or a test go by without complaining about the grading, or even going so far as to ask for a RETAKE.

After Paul's, we sauntered down to McSorley's to drink the elixir of life. The place was unusually crowded for 1 p.m. on a Saturday, and we couldn't even get a table. Stupid St. Patty's Day Weekend. Joe and I both noticed that we were taking the stuff down like water - obviously it had been too long since we'd had their darks. I was taking them down faster than anyone, which was usually Joe's job. He and I took three rounds, Nuval and Hennessy took two, and even Keith managed a round (yes, both mugs, not a "Jody round").

We agreed to go to see Daredevil next, but we had to wait over half an hour to get the next showing. Hanging out at Union Square, we smirked at skateboarders as they tripped, fell, and defaced public property. When we finally left for the movie, Keith had to go - he had shirked his family obligations long enough. The movie was very informative, I learned two things:

1) Should I ever wish to become a crimefighter in NYC, transportation won't be a problem, as the city mandates that there must be trampolines on rooftops. Like John said, "I can buy the whole heightened senses thing, but why was he jumping 20 feet into the air?"
2) Again, if I am to be a superhero, I should not use the same stick for crime fighting as I do for my non-hero activities. Even the people who were fooled by Clark Kent's glasses could figure this one out.

A bathroom visit was required after we left the theatre, so we made a stop to Cooper and its lovely public facilities. There we ran into Joey who convinced us to hit the ale house on St. Mark's Place for happy hour. Much convincing was required, indeed. Many wonderful tales were exchanged, including how Toby failed half of his last Electronics II class. Good to see the ol' boy hasn't lost his touch.

When we finally went our separate ways, I had Nuval drive me home. The most interesting part had to be when he was forced to tap on the window of the lady in front of us, who had fallen asleep in her car in the midst of city traffic. I showed him where to get cheap NJ gas, and we rounded out the night with some Strong Bad humor and SG-1 DVDs.

And so ended my week in Jersey, as the next day I headed back to the farms of Pennsylvania. My compensation was having a GB of RAM waiting to be put into my system, among other things.

Posted by Gene at March 18, 2003 02:45 PM
Comments

BOW BEFORE GENE'S GIGABYTE OF RAM.

Posted by: tony at March 19, 2003 10:23 AM