December 21st, 2010
|12:16 am - Seattle and stuff!|
So, I went to Seattle this weekend!
I got on the bus and there were mutterings of a power failure at Bay Fair (a few stops up the line)
While I considered an alternate route to SFO, the driver announced that his train was the first one going through. I got on and everything was pretty much good. Until we got to Bay Fair.
Ever heard of <insert stereotype here> BINGO? You put a trait down on each square of a BINGO board. When you see someone who matches that trait, you put a marker down on it.
There was a guy three people away from me who was an instant win in every possible dimension of Northern California BINGO. He was wearing a North Face fleece, carrying a free-trade Peet's coffee cup, had an iPhone, talked about how "we" were winning because DADT was repealed, and asked the girl he was trying to impress "Do you have a Mac-friendly environment at work?"
I cannot tell you the amounts of hatred I had for that man. That chick was pretty much just as bad.
Anyway -- back to my story -- there were throngs of people waiting on the platform at Bay Fair, hungry for their chance to get on the train. As the doors opened, they streamed inwards, pressurizing the train's contents to Japanese Subway levels. As the push continued, someone yelled "Stop pushing! I have a baby!"
As I wondered what that had to do with anything, someone else yelled "Stop pushing! It's full of babies!"
(My God, it's full of babies!)
Anyway, the screaming continued. Probably not because people were pushing, but because people tend to be inertial in their actions. And then an idea sprung upon me! So I started singing "Weeeeeee wish you a Merry Christmas, weeeee wish you a Merry Christmas..."
The effect was magic. The people around me started singing. Very soon thereafter, the people doing the screaming had been won over.
Not long thereafter, we got to the next station. Another mob approached the car, but as the door opened, and the strains of two hundred people singing Christmas carols at the top of their lungs assaulted them, they stopped dead in their tracks.
No one got on for quite a few stops...
lishd and gorthok had given me directions to find them once I got to Seattle. I navigated the mass transit system, but I was confused while trying to get to the Pacific Science Center (near the Space Needle). I figured the best thing to do was text lishd and ask people on the street.
I walked up to this guy waiting for his bus and asked if the Pacific Science Center was "that way". He answered "The Pacific Science Center grew out of the 1962 World's Fair. It was designed by Minoru Yamasaki who also designed the World Trade Center -- not too many people know about that..."
As he continued on this, I was tempted to tell him "Yeah, I don't really care about all that. Is it that direction or not?". But seriously -- how many times in one's life does someone get a question answered like that? It was somewhat compelling.
As I was beginning to more seriously consider it, he ominously said "This information will be useful to you." and pointed me in the right direction.
So, the plan was to watch Tron while waiting in line for Tron: Legacy. For various reasons, my work laptop sucked and we only watched almost all of Tron.
Tron: Legacy was pretty seriously awesome. I saw it in IMAX 3D and visually it was awesome. Some portions were 2D and people seemed really taken aback by that. It paid enough attention to the original, but it didn't have the same feel of "Here's what the inside of a computer is really like". That was a bit disappointing.
Knowing how much I love puns, lishd also gave me this gift of tattoo puns which I share with you thusly.
lishd and I played King's Quest VII. It was seriously painful, so we interspersed it with playing Dead Rising, Dead Rising 2, and a watching of Red Dragon to the strains of Dungeon Keeper which was quite good.
Best use for bathroom speakers ever: Playing the mall menu music from Dead Rising while someone is taking a crap.
lishd and gorthok always make entertaining hosts. 8)
On flying back, my laptop tripped an alarm in the X-ray thing, so the TSA decided to grope me. The guy was trying to be super chatty. It didn't really make the experience better. As he started to go to work, I told him: "I hope you enjoy it as much as I do."
He did a double take and wasn't quite sure what to make of it or how to respond. I felt I'd done my job.