Okay, it’s not full anymore, but it sure was pretty tonight. The moon rose a little after 8:30 pm, and several of us were outside enjoying a belated Irish dinner of corned beef and cabbage. It was a damn tasty meal, and the moonrise was probably the highlight of the evening. Watching that silvery orb rise above the waves and cast this argent glow upon the waters, wow – I don’t think words can express how beautiful it truly is.
Back in my dimly remembered college days, I spent many an hour playing video games. I liked to say I majored in Nintendo, with a minor in Intellivision. But before I those heady days of Super Mario Brothers, I wasted far too much time playing this game called M.U.L.E. The premise of the game is completely unlike modern video games – players develop a planet and trade for goods and resources. I absolutely sucked at M.U.L.E. My ineptitude at trading was exploited by my friend Mark; he would continually corner the market in some resource and starve me into submission. Not surprisingly, Mark is an investment banker these days. He was a pure capitalist in M.U.L.E., controlling the means of production. I don’t think I ever beat him.
Imagine my surprise when I stumbled across not one, but two articles on the internet this week, both detailing the classic game of M.U.L.E. and offering links to a number of viable alternatives and emulators for playing this long forgotten game. Very cool.
And Mark, I challenge you to a rematch buddy. Let’s see if I got any better in the last 16 years.
So, uh, I was keeping up with the reports. The war was starting! The war was starting! Then came hours and hours and hours of endless discussion – in other words, filler. Nothing was going on.
The news media seemed a bit confused about the lack of explosions, and then peeved that this was just a ‘preliminary strike’ and not the promised onslaught of ‘shock and awe’ that was expected.
I’m sitting here watching an NBC streaming video feed from Baghdad, waiting for the inferno to be broadcast over the internet.
Reports of jets overhead in Baghdad, air raid sirens, and troop mobilizations.
George W. Bush will address the American people in about four minutes.
Okay, one thing that sucks: Getting up at 3:30 in the morning for a 4:00 am conference call to California. One thing that sucks worse: Calling in to a 4:00 am conference call and listening to barely audible people on speaker phone mumble to a room for over an hour.
Oh look! Some random ranting idiot!