Month: July 2013

Why Albany?

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Funny how I am on vacation… but I am still getting up at five thirty in the morning.  In this case it is so that I can take my wife to her conference.  Quite honestly I went to bed pretty early last night, so I am more awake than I would normally be at 5:30.  Additionally I have already finished getting ready for the morning… so I thought I would have enough time to knock out a blog post.

Search for Food

So far Upstate New York is vastly different than anything I would have expected.  Firstly we have found what seems to be a residential wasteland, with housing everywhere you can see…  but no restaurants and very few stores.  We ate breakfast around 4 am yesterday… and had a stick of beef jerky in Chicago O’Hare…  but other than that we had not had anything at all to eat when we got here around 4-5 pm.  As we started to roam around town we were absolutely ravenous.

We expected to drive around through the residential areas and eventually find some newer shopping developments which have familiar food options.  This was the theory… but after about 2 hours of driving around we really found nothing.  Finally we found a shopping center with a Target, Lowes, and various other big box stores…  and in it they had a Ruby Tuesday, Panera, Taco Bell and a Five Guys.  This is quite literally the first places we had found to eat that were recognizable in any fashion.

We opted for Ruby Tuesday… and while grossly overpriced it was tasty and familiar enough.  The way this area is laid out just boggles the mind.  I was expecting what seems to be the ubiquitous development model everywhere else I have been in the united states… of commercial areas along the major roads with residential areas between.  I feel like I need to spend some time looking at Google maps trying to get a lay of the land by air.

Another nuisance we have discovered is that apparently this part of the state does not believe in road signs… or at least not well marked ones.  Additionally the same street will change names numerous times…  so on one side of an intersection it will be one name… but on the other side of the intersection something completely different.  The entire area feels like some giant city planning rube goldberg machine…  and we are the little ball bearing making its way through it.

Why Albany?

Rowan asked the question as a comment on my blog yesterday, but I guess I have never really clearly explained why the heck I am in Upstate New York in the first place.  I usually don’t give a lot of details about my wife on my blog, just as a courtesy because she works in a profession that is always under scrutiny.  This coming school year she will be tag-team teaching a Forensics Science class at her school, whereas she does the mathematics instruction and she teams up with a science teacher.  We are here in Albany for a Forensics Science workshop, and the other teacher was supposed to be attending with her. 

However at the last minute they backed out… and I did not want my wife having to navigate Albany completely by herself.  So I took the time off and we are trying to make a vacation of it.  While this may not be the most touristy destination we have been to… there are definitely some interesting things to look at.  Our hotel is in Schenectady, and just down from it is a really cool downtown area full of interesting buildings.  We are hoping to have a few nice days to wander around down there and take photos.

So far however it has been overcast and rainy.  Apparently New York State rain means serious business.  We were driving around yesterday when the sky opened up on us… and remember…  I am from Oklahoma…  we are used to thunderstorms…  but these were literally some of the largest rain drops I have ever seen.  Everything went from clear to flash flood conditions in moments.  I just kept driving because quite literally I was afraid I would drown the car if I attempted to turn off the road.  Again I am no stranger to flash flooding… but this was pretty crazy… usually the clouds move off quickly but this one just seemed to hang over the top of us for a good thirty minutes.

Chicago O’Hare

I know I bitched about this one yesterday a bit… but I have to bring it up again.  My wife travels a lot during the summer, and as a result she has experienced most of the big airport hubs.  Chicago O’Hare is literally the first airport she has ever been in that did not have free WiFi.  It is complete crap that what gets touted as the nations busiest airport does not have free internet.  Hell even when we landed in Albany… they had free WiFi, and that Airport is hands down the most dysfunctional one I have ever experienced.

When we landed in Albany, the route to the baggage claim was rather contorted winding us through what felt like half the airport just to get to it.  When we arrived there seemed to be only one baggage carousel servicing any of the incoming flights.  This one area was trying to serve up luggage from 8-10 flights… quite honestly they were scrolling past on the monitor too fast for me to get a good count.  We waited and watched as luggage went past…  including bags for the rest of the passengers on the plane we just arrived on.

But we did not see our bag anywhere… and during this time I am going through my mind trying to figure out what we would need to do if we had a lost bag.  Once the crowd cleared… and quite literally it had been shoulder to shoulder as we waited for our bag…  I was able to look around the room.  Across the room I spotted our bag at the unclaimed luggage area.  I am guessing our luggage arrived on an earlier flight and was just sitting there waiting on us.  So the forty five minutes we spent standing around watching for it… were essentially useless… but I could not see across the room.

Wrapping Up

Well it is time for me to run my wife to the conference.  I hope you all have a great day.  I will likely be coming back to the hotel room to do some googling and try and find something to do during the day.  If all else fails I will just boot up Rift or Cube World and entertain myself just fine.  I find it funny that I have a ton of people on twitter and G+ but not a single person in this area so far.

The Puddle Jumper

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This morning has been a pretty wild ride.  I am sitting in concourse F of the Chicago O’Hare airport with my combination camera/laptop bag on my lap as a table.  So far it is working pretty well.  I am trying to bang out this post before my battery dies.  The negative side effect of a gaming laptop is the fact that they have complete crap for battery life.  So long as I stay out of a game here is hoping that I can type fast enough to make it through… and then hopefully post it with the complimentary 30 minutes of free wifi access.

The Road Warrior

My wife travels all the time… and I did not really realize exactly what that meant until I watched her glide through the check in process of the airport.  For me this was a confusing and often times anxiety ridden experience… but for her she had everything ready at exactly the right moment when it was needed.  I have a brand new respect for her as she is able to navigate this world of cold steel and fluorescent lights.

I guess thought in the grand scheme of things it makes a lot of sense.  For the last six years or so she has been travelling to at least 3 different conferences each summer.  Anyone who feels that educators get the summer off can rightly go to hell.  My wife spends almost every moment from when she gets out in May until when she goes back in August preparing for the next year.  While some educators might rest on their laurels and recycle the same curriculum each year… she essentially rewrites her class work from scratch over the summer months factoring in new things she learns from these various workshops and conferences.

I feel very much out of my element sitting here in an airport.  I have entered someone else’s work.  All airports seem to look the same to me.  They are all the same kind of cold shiny exteriors and remind me in many ways of most hospitals.  The only variable seems to be the size… and jesus christ is O’Hare huge.  We had to cross three concourses to prime ourselves for our connecting flight.  I will admit this is the first time I have used a moving sidewalk…  and they are pretty amazing.  Right now I feel like a caveman experiencing fire for the first time.

The Puddle Jumper

Even thought I have lost roughly fifty pounds… I was not quite ready for the reality that is riding a puddle jumper.  I was able to get an extension belt… which seemed overwhelmingly too large…  but it helped get the extra inch or two needed to make the two connect.  The hardest part about the flight for me at least was trying to cram my 6’4” height legs between the tiny rows.  I really cannot recall the designation for any certainty… but I believe it was a CSL 700.  Whatever it was it was tiny.

I am extremely thankful however for the fact that each row was only two seats wide.  This let my wife and I forcibly cuddle… without the awkwardness that is trying to ride with a stranger in an extremely confined space.  The thing that I found extremely bizarre was just how many people partook of what had to be an even smaller bathroom.  All flight long however there was a constant stream of people going back and forth between the sky-commode and their seats.  It got extremely awkward as this one guy was so insistent that he tried to squeeze past the beverage cart to get there.  

There is literally nothing that you could do to get me to use a bathroom on an airplane.  Even if I was sick beyond reason… I would find a way of mustering the strength to keep holding it in.  I brought a drink on the plane but did not really consume much of it out of abject fear of needing to go.  The bathroom was so small that when the flight attendant at the back of the plane sat down… his chair completely blocked its entrance.  On the positive side… the flight attendant setting between us was a pretty cool guy from St. Louis.

The Rest of the Trip

So far the trip has been thankfully uneventful.  I have to say from the air… Chicago looks just like every other city I have ever seen…  just much much larger.  Somewhere along the flight path… I swear there was a building that looked just like a classic playstation.  I will have to Google maps it to try and figure out what the hell it was.  We have a three hour layover here in Chicago, and hopefully the plane to Albany will not be extremely packed.  We look to be departing from an even smaller terminal… so my fear is that it will mean a smaller plane.  I wish I could just detach my legs… that is probably the only way I will ever fit comfortably between the tiny rows of seats.

When we were waiting at the terminal in Tulsa… I experienced what was probably the worst possible choice of television to be watching.  All morning long it was nothing but nonstop coverage about the plane crash yesterday.  I could tell it was having an extremely negative effect on a few of the passengers.  There was a lady in quiet tears as she sat there obviously physically nervous about getting on a plane.  Her boyfriend took her away on a walk through the concourse to try and calm her down… and she returned about ten minutes later and was no longer crying… so it appeared to have worked.

Additionally I got to see probably the least tasteful display of public affection.  Seated across from me was a couple that was just barely keeping out of each others pants.  I am sure they appreciated the confined spaces of the airplane… because for the 45 minutes or so we sat there she crawled up on the guys lap a few times.  I have to say that is the most interesting thing about the airport…  watching the behaviors of other people. 

As a result I don’t think our three hour layover here in Chicago will be too bad.  They bill themselves as the busiest airport in the United States… and as a result there is a constant stream of humanity flowing past me as I sit here and type.  It is pretty easy to play guessing games… wondering where each person is headed.  Some of them happy… some of them obviously not…  but all of them going somewhere different. 

Wrapping Up

Going to wrap this up and attempt to get on the WiFi and post it.  Here is hoping that the rest of our trip goes relatively un-eventful.  I am looking forward to being done with the trip…  I like going places… but I hate the act of travelling.  As a result I tend to go nowhere.  Hopefully you are having a good Sunday morning… and that you did not have to get up at 3 am like I did.  Looking forward to exploring Albany and finding what nifty things i can discover there.  If you have any suggestions… I would love to hear them.

Addendum

I will rant about this more tomorrow I am certain… but I was not able to get WiFi access at Chicago O’Hare.  So While I typed this up there I am just not able to post it from my hotel room.  We are safe and sound in Schenectady New York, and just about to go exploring.  If you guys know of anything we must see in the area, please let me know!

Last to Know

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This morning is feeling really harsh, as I woke up around 7 am on a Saturday, after staying up until around 1:20 or so last night.  It was entirely intentional however… since I wanted to make sure I could sleep tonight.  We will be getting up before 4 am tomorrow… so that we can catch a 6 am flight.  Normally I struggle to get to sleep, and the only sure way I could think of to make sure I slept tonight… was to purposefully exhaust myself today.  All of that logic aside… it still sucks to be groggy and feel like you just want to go back to sleep.

Last to Know

Most of yesterday was relatively un-eventful.  We hung out around the house, cleaned a bit, did copious amounts of laundry…  but in the larger scheme of things nothing much happened.  I hung out on my laptop playing some Rift and my wife read or did planning for the next school year.  Essentially the standard things we do any day.  We had plans to go out and about but those never really materialized, so essentially we were the exact opposite of busy all day long.  This will factor in shortly as to why how un-busy we were matters.

About seven last night we get a call from my wife’s step brothers spouse.  Apparently my wife’s mother is in the hospital… suspected heart attack.  Of course we are a little freaked… but the freaked out part turns to a bit of anger when we find out that she has been there essentially all day.  My wife goes into a panic of trying to call people and make sure they know… and one by one… every person she reaches has known for hours.  Even estranged family members seem to know.

Essentially my wife is her mothers next of kin… the closest blood relative and the only one who could legally sign for her.  Yet she is quite literally the last person to find out she is in the hospital…  let alone has been there since at least around noon yesterday.  Somehow one of the step daughters got called and went to the hospital with her…  but my wife’s mother did not want anyone  called… since they “didn’t know anything”.  Thing is…  the step daughter is a 50+ year old grown woman… she should have started calling the moment she found out anything.  My wife’s mother was in a hospital bed… it is not like she could have stopped her.

To make matters worse… my niece thinks it is important to let everyone know when her kids have odd bowel movements…  yet the one time something important actually happens she doesn’t let us know?  She is a busy body, with no job, and essentially no life…  yet the one time she could have passed along crucial and vital information she didn’t.  Essentially the whole experience was frustrating to be so catastrophically left out of the loop.  I think we finally got called because people wondered where we were.

Okay So Far

In their defense… for whatever reason they all thought we had already left on our vacation.  But even then it would have been nice to at least know something was up.  Ultimately I think they wanted to save us the stress since we couldn’t really do anything about it.  Overall she is being treated like it was a heart attack… but she has had none of the signs of heart attack.  She was out working on the farm of her “boyfriend” and fainted.  But afterwards we find out she had not had anything to eat since 9pm the night before…  and not really had anything to drink since around 6pm.  So it could have been a low blood sugar or dehydration thing… since senior citizens dehydrate extremely easily.

She was as stubborn and frustrating as ever when we finally got to the hospital last night around 8:30.  All in all she was doing well, and felt much better, however they had her hooked to a heart monitor just to make sure things were okay.  They said she had some signs of plaque in her arteries… but quite honestly what 76 year old person has not developed a build up?  Based on her explanation of what happened I am doubt it was anything cardiac since she had no chest pain… and has no soreness other than the injuries she experienced in the fall.  The doctors had not really seen any “smoking guns” so hopefully they will release her today with an all clear.

We’ve made everyone we talk to essentially promise to call us first from now on… despite whatever she says.  I know she just didn’t want to needlessly worry anyone… but the simple fact that she was in the hospital at all meant folks needed to know.  We would have headed up there at noon and sat all day with her if we had known.  But this has always been the way it has gone in our family.  Since we tend to keep our heads down and focused on the day to day… we always end up the last to know about anything.  Generally it is the gossip queen niece that keeps us up to date… but sadly she seems to gloss over the things that are actually important.

The Treehouse

rift 2013-07-06 08-27-24-31During the day yesterday I played a ton of Rift, as I ran around happily on my stabbity rogue.  I completed Pelladane and most of Cape Jule, but found myself struggling a little bit when I hit Seratos and the mob levels increased.  As a result I decided to try and push on through to 53 through a combination of Instant Adventures, Rifts and Zone events.  I made pretty decent progress and am sitting at roughly 75% through 52.  I would have probably made it to 53 that night, but of course the things I mentioned above happened and that pretty much closed out our evening.

During the middle of my Instant Adventure-a-thon my friend Rae got home and logged in… and wanted me to check out her dimension.  She has literally spent the last three days doing nothing but work on her dimension and it shows.  She had some some really awesome things.  The picture above is me standing on the top platform of her tree house… that she built entirely from scratch.  Essentially she has this huge pavilion of sorts on the ground floor, with spiral staircases leading up to a garden level… then finally a series of platforms climbing up the tree.

This alone would be amazing, but she has also built down into the little grotto area at the bottom of the falls in the Moonshade Pools dimension.  So through a nifty winding path downwards you can reach the bottom and she is starting to build a pretty nifty dock down there.  I knew she had this in her, since she is a minecrafting fiend…  but overall she has done way more with dimensions than I would expect anyone would.  She has inspired me to start trying to do something with my own version of Moonshade Pools.  Right now it is pretty much just a catch all for all the nifty dimension items I have gotten so far.  If you are over on Deepwood, friend Audrae and take a look for yourself.

Wrapping Up

Well I should wrap up this post and get on with the whole getting ready thing.  We have a long list of errands we need to run today so that we can pack this evening and prepare to leave the state tomorrow.  We still have our houseguest, and he is seemingly doing okay.  He has been down to his mothers house quite a bit, so here is hoping he is about to decide he wants to move back home. I hope you all have a great day, and I hope we have safe travels.  I will likely be blogging tomorrow from the airport in Chicago, as that will be the first time I really have anytime to do much of anything.

The Houseguest

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This morning I am getting a late start as I took Friday off.  It didn’t really make sense to go back from the fourth for one day… only to be gone for a week after that.  I was fairly exhausted by the time I made it to bed last night, and it was only through the nudging of my wife that I got up and around this morning.  Just as a warning this is probably going to be one of the most real life posts I have made in awhile.

The Houseguest

We have a really unique relationship with one of our neighbors… it long ago transcended friendship and moved into the adopted family territory.  When she was run over by her Ex-Husband… we were the ones that rushed to the hospital.  When I had my insane arterial spray bleed out incident…  she was the one we called and while we were in the hospital she did what no one should ever have to do…  cleaned up the CSI inspired mess.  So essentially we will do anything for the other, it is just the norm.  We’ve been in each others lives for roughly fifteen years.

All of that said… her kids are essentially like our kids too… or at very least like a niece and nephew.  Roughly a week ago there was a simple fight that escalated into something bigger… he went off in a huff saying he was moving out.  The problem being… he is a High School junior… and while legally an adult he has no facilities to survive on his own.  As a result he has been couch surfing since then, staying with whatever friend would let him for the night… and from the looks of it… not really sleeping or eating much.

Initially we were planning on having him stay in our house as a house sitter while we were gone next week.  But after seeing him yesterday and how rough he looked we essentially told him to come in… take a nap and that he could stay with us until we left for the trip.  Apparently we are a safe place, because the second he laid down he was out like a light.  The only problem is our house is not really equipped for guests.  You essentially have the option of sleeping on a couch or a loveseat.  While he was napping we ran several errands, one of which was to go get a blow up mattress to at least give him something vaguely resembling a bed.

My hope is that we can act as a neutral ground and that while we are gone the he and his mom can reconcile the differences.  This way staying with us… we at least know he is not out “getting drunk, getting high or making babies” as my wife put it.  He is a good kid, he just makes some phenomenally dumb decisions at times.  This is the same kid that was notoriously losing his bike… because he forgot who’s lawn he left it on.  He does not have a malicious bone in his body, but my fear was the longer he was out there the worse things he would have to do to survive.  Additionally we know at least his mom can rest a little easier knowing he has a safe place to stay for the time being.

The Flood

As a result of having a houseguest, one of the things on my to do list that I had never gotten around to was changing out the apparatus in the tank of the upstairs toilet.  This is something I have done a few times before, so was not something I had the least bit of hesitation about.  I turned the water off at the wall, drained the tank, undid all the fittings and swapped out the apparatus.  All of this took about 20 minutes or so.  After hooking everything up… there was a leak.  I tightened the plastic nut to make sure it was not coming from the tank.

I didn’t feel like I could really get it tightened enough, so I ended up running around the corner to home depot to get a tool better suited for the tight space.  Finally I toweled everything off and verified that it was not coming from the tank.  Instead it looked like it was coming from the braided hose that connected to the wall.  I began trying to tight that up a bit… and the plastic collar of the hose essentially disintegrated in my hands…  and the result was a gushing torrent of water going everywhere.  I managed to get the water shut off at the wall quick enough… but the floor and me that was laying on said floor… was completely drenched.

At this point I feel like I have left my depth of home repair know how…. not that I had much.  Apparently my penis was not fully programmed with all the knowledge it should have about how to fix things.  After all since men always have to do this sort of thing… it must come pre-programmed out of the factory right?  I know to take care of what is wrong, we will have to shut off the water outside in our front yard.  But know we are getting into actual plumbing… because it seems as though the current cable is essentially JB Welded onto the pipes.  Actually it looks like it is stuck on with games workshop “green stuff” which I have heard is actually a plumbing compound.

I feel as though we should probably just call a plumber, but for the time being we are down to one restroom.  That said we have essentially been down to one restroom for a good 6 months…  since the tank upstairs has been wonky at least that long.  We have one more day before we leave for a trip… so this all may be something we just deal with afterwards.  After that point we will no longer be trying to share a restroom with a houseguest.  I just hate the concept of rushing around trying to fix something right before we are going to leave town.

Stealth For Me

rift 2013-07-04 23-00-30-83 When things finally calmed down I collapsed into my comfy spot on the couch and decided to play some Rift.  Of late I have really been enjoying my rogue Belgrave on Deepwood.  Some time ago I wrote about trying out the Granpa build that PK suggested.  I cannot swoon enough about how awesome the build is, and just how much it has improved the fun of playing a rogue for me.  The most interesting thing about it for me however… is that I am actually enjoying playing a stealth class.  This is however I think because it works drastically different than most stealth classes I have played in the past.

Always in the past it felt like you were at a great disadvantage if you were not constantly stealthing around in game.  Stealthing in games like WoW feels much like race walking… equal parts awkward and frustrating… and just not that enjoyable.  I hate the construct that moving in stealth makes you move slower, and until now the only stealth class I had really enjoyed was my Dirge in EQ2… and that was mostly because thanks to bard songs… I could move faster stealthed than most classes did on mounts.  The moving through molasses aspect of rogues in the past has made the class seem overly tedious.

Rift on the other hand with the Nightblade has made stealth a temporary buff that lasts at most 30 seconds.  As a result this completely changes how you use stealth in the first place.  It ceases becoming a tool that lets you skip content, and starts becoming a strategic resources that you employ to open combat, or at most to sneak past a single mob that is overly tough like an elite.  Additionally this short term stealth buff does not slow the player down…  so the combat feels just as fluid as I stealth up just before I enter combat. 

Additionally the build I am using gives me essentially no downtime… so I can roll from mob to mob or even packs of mobs… stealthing quickly between them to get my next opening off.  The feeling is extremely awesome, and gives me whatever was lacking from a rogue in the past.  This is not a prodding game of shadows… this is feels more like fast paced ninja assassins.  Otherwise… I feel like Rift does rogues in a way that traditionally warrior style melee players can enjoy.  Unfortunately I figure it is probably lacking for the folks that like poking along through  content at the pace of a snail.

Wrapping Up

Now you have a rundown of all the major shifts that have occurred in my life over the last 24 hours.  Hopefully we have made the right calls, and hopefully we can act as a neutral ground as mom and son reconcile.  Additionally… hopefully we have not just delayed the process… and or inherited a semi permanent member of our household.  I hope you all have a great day… and I hope that you don’t have any awkward decisions on the horizon.