Disappointment

I got a call this morning from the eye doctor’s office. My new contacts were in! Woo hoo! After three months of waiting, I woudl finally be able to see out of my left eye.

After lunch I went to pick them up. I tried the new lens in my left and… it hurt. I thought maybe since I hadn’t worn a lens in the eye for three months it woudl feel better in a few minutes. Nope. Still hurt after 30 minutes.

My regular doctor wasn’t there, so I’ll have to go back on WEdnesday to see what the problem is now.

I don’t want to wait another 3 months while they try to make me a new lens.

Saturday…

It’s been a busy couple days.

On the Fourth, I had to pick up the girls from the airport. Rather than bother with driving in, I thought it would be nice to have have a town car drive us home. The problem was getting myself to the airport. I didn’t want to spend a bunch of money getting myself to the airport. I decided to take the bus there. For a $1.60 fare, I was down with the price.

So around 11AM is hopped on the bus, rode it to downtown where I switched to another bus headed toward the airport. I brought a couple books along to read. I am now firmly convinced that everyone has a mobile phone. There were more people talking on phones on the bus than weren’t. A guy mentioned that on holidays & weekends calls are free. People are smart and took advantage of this.

The bus arrived at the transit center near LAX around 1:15. The transit center is really just the place at the Lot C parking lot where lots of buses drop off and pick up. I walked onto the shuttle bus and took a seat. One of the guys ont he shuttle works security and had a radio in his ear. Out of the blue he says, “They are gunna shutdown the airport, someone got shot.” People a bit concerned. He then tells us that the shooter is dead and they don’t know what they are going to do at the airport.

At this point, everyone that wasn’t on a mobile phone now whips one out and begins dialing. Everyone’s calling someone. I don’t really have anyone to call. The radio energy inside the bus cooked have cooked a potato.

The bus driving announces that she, “ain’t going in there till it’s safe!” General freakout ensues. “I’m going to miss my plane!” I calmly walk off the bus and start walking. In about five minutes I’m inside the airport. I ask a police officer if they are going to shut down the airport. His radio is squawking constantly. He says, “They don’t know what the fuck they are going to do…”

I keep walking in toward the Delta terminal. Just as I’m about to get there, the police start pushing everyone back. Soon, the Bomb Squad rolls up with the Fire Department soon afterwards. Lots of police everywhere. All traffic in the airport stops. It gets very quiet, except for people talking on mobile phones, of course.

That was the scene from my vantage point.

At this point it’s about 45 minutes until Michele & the Girls are supposed to land. A few minutes earlier, my parents called. They had heard about the shooting on the news and were concerned. I told them everything was fine.

I decided to grab a snack before all the food ran out. I got a cup of coffee and a croissant. Bastards were out of the ham and cheese ones and I had to settle for a plain one. I sat down on the curb and ate while the rumors flew around me.

After that I called Delta to find out what gate Michele would arrive at considering that the Delta terminal was closed. It took them about 5 minutes to tell me they weren’t sure. Weren’t sure? WTF?

Finally, Michele called me. They had landed and were still on the plane. She wasn’t sure where they would exit. I made my best guess as to which exit Delta would use. About 10 minutes later they were heading out, I saw them, and there was much hugging.

Cars were beginning to circulate the airport. They must have opened up the traffic. I called for the Town Car and they said they were on the way, but the traffic was bad. It took about 45 minutes for the guy to make it to us. A long 45 minutes with children ready to go home…

Thankfully, we arrived home safe and sound. The house is now full of girls and their debris.

Yes, I am a turbo-geek

It’s 12:30AM and I’ve got Warcraft 3.

I got to Fry’s about 11:30 and was amazed to see a parking lot full of cars. Wow, I guess there will be a few people here.

I went inside and there were Fry’s drones greeting people and handing them flyers about special midnight deals on crap. I ignored the tempting model rocket kits and George Foreman grills and walked over to the software section.

Sitting there was a displa with only a few copies of Warcraft left. Not many people around. I grabbed a copy and thought, “Boy, that was easy and it’s not even Midnight yet.”

The fry’s drones began to restock the displays with more copies and then I moved up to the front of the stores and saw what was going on. I could hold the game before Midnight, but I was not allowed to buy it yet.

Alot of people were buying the big Collector’s Edition verison with a bunch of dumb ass stuff inside. Fuck that shit. I only pay extra for the id Software tins…

I waited for a half hour for the clock to hit Midnight. In line was the a expected clumps of 20-something guys with the occasional girlfriend tagging along. People were loudly discussing their experience in the Beta. What suprised me was the number of mothers there. There was at least a half dozen moms there with their young teen sons buying them Warcraft. Now that’s love.

Just before H-hour, all 30+ front cashregisters were manned by Fry’s staff. Since I had time to kill, I made the rough estimate that there was 200+ people in line to buy the game.

The watch on the lead Fry’s drone hit 12:00Am and the selling began. I was in the first wave of 30 to hit the registers. Three minutes later I was walking by the Fry’s Door Nazis with a smirk on my face as they asked me to show my receipt. Continued walking right out the door much to there chagrin.

Time to load the game…

Warcraft ]|[

It’s 10:52PM. Warcraft 3 is released in 68 minutes at Fry’s in Burbank.

I’m thinking about going, but if I go it will be a moment of uber-geekdom.

I wonder if they’ll have beers? Will I be the only one?

Two things

ONE
If my wife had a weblog, it would be something like lifewithageek.com, except there’d be more about quilting…

TWO
I have been a bit jealous of my younger brother and the Washington, DC area weblogger get-togethers he attends. He tells me they are great fun and involve much beer drinking.

In my search for a similar meeting place in Southern California, I stumbled upon meetup.com. A site devoted to enabling just this kind of gatherings.

If you check out this particular Meetup you will find it only has 3 people involved. This is where YOU come in. YOU sign up and attend and then it will be a big rollicking par-tay!