I am the Walrus

Since I am insane and think I have more money than I really do, I bit the bullet today and drove down to Best Buy and bought a Playstation 3, along with The Beatles: Rock Band.

It's crazy. I've played Rock Band before, at a friend's place, and so I knew it was a good time. But this game brings it to a whole new level. Not only is it all Beatles music (thus making it consistently and unfailingly awesome), but there's harmonizing -- you can hook up three microphones and sing it like the Beatles really did. I don't have the mics to do it, but I could. Crazy.

It's also kind of fun because I know the songs well enough that I can do both guitar and vocals on Easy mode at the same time. Which I did. Because I want to be everybody except Ringo. (Sorry, Ringo. I still love you.)

I also picked up Assassin's Creed, because it was relatively cheap and I'd heard good things. I'll have to try that now, since my throat hurts too much from Rock Band to keep playing that. Anyway, for the Rock Band Beatles game, two thumbs up.

New and Interesting Things

I am surprised to find that, after having owned my MacBook Pro for almost two years now, I'm still learning new things about it. Like, for instance, this:

If you place two fingers on the touch pad while you click, you'll make the context menu pop up - just as if you'd command-clicked or right-clicked on a two+ button mouse.

Found that out by accident the other day. I wish I'd known a lot earlier - that's useful!

iPhone, weeeeeeee!

After finally hauling my butt to the gym, I took advantage of the lovely Spring-like weather and took a nice, relaxing drive, with windows down and sunroof open, to the Apple store to buy an iPhone, from which I am blogging this very post.
Hence: weeeeee! :)

This just in

I have rosacea. Weeeeeeee!

On the bright side, this means I'm just like Bill Clinton and Mariah Carey. Bet you didn't think that was even possible.

Moving on

So, the company I work for is in the process of moving its offices, and last Friday was the last day I would work in the area in which I've spent most of my waking time for the past seven years. I knew it was coming, but it was actually a lot harder than I thought it would be. I really had to take a moment to say good-bye.

The new office space is very nice, and I'm sure I just need to get used to it...but the old place was home. I'm going to miss it.

MCS: Break-in complete!

Finally hit 1,200 miles the other day, which completes my new MINI Cooper S's break-in period. Now I can rev it up past 4,500 rpms. I mean, without feeling a little bad about it. Which is nice. It's just so much fun.

I've had the car for about three months now, and I still totally love it. I sometimes wish I'd bitten the bullet and bought one with a manual transmission instead, and just taught myself to drive it...but, to be honest, the automatic transmission is pretty awesome. I love using the flappy paddles, and when I don't feel like shifting, I can just throw it in automatic mode and not worry about it.

Now all I have to do is get the driver's side butt-warmer fixed and figure out how to take it to a track so I can drive absurdly fast. You know, without breaking the law and endangering innocent people.

What a dream I had

It has come to my attention that many MINI owners are so obsessive about keeping their cars in pristine condition that they put them in a garage during the winter months, and drive an old beater car instead, thus protecting their Coopers from the salted roads and such.

While I have no intention of doing this, I had a dream the other night in which I decided I needed to similarly go out and buy an old beater to drive. And my choice? This:



A new BMW 3-series. That's right -- my "beater" was a beautiful sports car that costs, base, about $4,000 more than the (heavily-optioned) car it was meant to protect. I think I need to be really rich. Or to stop eating pizza before bedtime. One or the other.

Speaking of my car, though, I've got nearly 300 miles on it, and it's been an absolute dream. Gave myself quite a fright driving down Lakeshore Drive a few nights ago, when I hit two potholes right in a row -- I've read about people ruining their run-flat tires and even their rims doing that. Fortunately, all seems well. The little guy's tougher than I thought! It must be the stripes.