Katie & Scott & Simon & Cecily.

Category: year26 (Page 35 of 92)

I posted an entry each day during my 26th year of life.

Day 229: electric noogie

Something bad has happened.

The lights in our bedroom, hallway, kitchen, and study won’t turn on.

Last night, while Katie was unplugging her laptop charger, one of our fuses blew. I tried replacing the fuse, but when Katie unplugged her cell phone charger from that socket a few minutes later, there were sparks from the socket and the fuse blew again. This time, replacing the fuse did not restore power to the lights in that part of the house.

To top it all off, we even bought some wrong sized fuses at Home Depot earlier tonight. Luckily, I managed to make it to a different Home Depot just before it closed and exchange them for the right size. Still, no luck. It appears we have some actual electrical problems.

So…we filed a claim with our home warranty tonight and a professional will be calling me soon. Hopefully, it won’t take too long or be too dangerous or anything like that.

Fingers crossed. Let’s hope no one gets electrocuted and that our lights come on within the week.

Day 228: a winter’s tale, part 1

“I know what you’re thinking, but we can’t make exceptions for officers,” the bartender said as he picked up the empty tumbler, wiping the sweat from the outside and placing it bottoms-up among the other dirty cups in the sink.

“You mean I’m done, right?” Officer Winter looked up. His eyes were glazed, ever so slightly. He’d drowned his sorrows at the bar before, but he’d never stayed this late. He wasn’t sloshed; he’d gotten a late start, but it seemed that last call was, indeed, the last call.

“Not in so many words, sir, but yes. We have to clean up shop, and that means everyone needs to clear out.” Winter looked up, pleading with his eyes, his shoulders, whatever other parts of his body were still under his control. “You’ll just have to be sad somewhere else, sir.” The bartender was sympathetic, but firm. He had clearly been trained well. His eyes said I’m sorry, but the rest of him said Please just leave. I don’t want a scene.

Winter got up, tossed a few bills onto the bar to pay for his final few drinks and made his way to the door.

“When do you guys open again tomorrow?” he asked, over his shoulder, as he was almost out the door.

“1600, sir. Have a good night.”

Winter chuckled under his breath. A good night would be a miracle after the day he’d had.

Day 227: museum

Today was Free Museum Day, meaning that Katie and I were able to print out a pass this morning, head into San Francisco, and see the Maurice Sendak exhibit at the Contemporary Jewish Museum for free.

A good time was had by all, from the entrance guard who made fun of our reading abilities and congratulated Katie on her pregnancy, to the many charming and frightening drawings and sketches in the exhibit, to the delicious mango madness and cream puffs we had at the nearby Beard Papa afterwards.

We don’t go to many museums, so when we do, it seems like a bit of an event. Museums are event places. They take time to go through and there are usually specific exhibits that pull you in. Also, you tend to want to spend enough time there to make it worth the money of the admission or the trouble of heading to the museum in the first place.

Museums are somewhat strange places. They’re full of people, looking at the same things, but not terribly connected. They’re conveyor belts of fun things to look at, fun things to touch (in some places), fun things to listen to. But everyone goes at their own pace, making it more like a giant people traffic jam when things get crowded.

But they’re great, taken in moderation. I get a bit tired when I have to visit multiple museums day after day (which has happened on initial vacations to Washington D.C.), but going to a museum when you haven’t gone to one in a while is a bit like going to a concert. It’s new, it’s different, and it’s sharing an exciting experience with other people with similar interests, even if you never talk to any of them the entire time.

Day 226: do you have what it takes to be an agent?

In Europe, people are now playing MySims Agents.
In the U.S., the game will hit store shelves next Tuesday.

I’ve worked on a bunch of games, and I’m proud of all of them (yes, even The Sims 2 IKEA Home Stuff) but MySims Agents was a bit of a departure because it was the first level/story-based game that I was a part of.

I did a bunch of writing on it, and I – when I played it myself multiple times over the past few months – am a big fan of the writing and humor that our entire team put into the game.

If you have a Wii, you should play it.
If you don’t have a Wii, you should buy one when they price drop to $200 in a week or so, and then play it.
If you don’t like video games, you should play it anyway because it’s got simple controls and you might like it.
If you don’t have a TV, you’re out of luck.

I mean, I guess you could buy a TV, but if you’ve held out this long, you might as well just keep not owning a TV. To you, I say thank you for making it out to the public library to read this, as I assume you also don’t have a computer and may be Amish.

If you are Amish, good work on those fake fireplaces! My in-laws have one and you hardly tell that the fire isn’t real.

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