Cranefolder in Iceland

Let me start my first ever blog post of any kind by saying "thank you" to all of the members of 2old2play who have already started a blog here.  I read all of them and check back constantly for updates.  Im an insanely curious person and I like reading about even the most mundane details of other peoples lives.  It is even more interesting to know that every blog is written by a person with whom I have at least one thing in common: an interest in video games.  And unlike other random internet blogs, I stand a very real chance of actually "meeting" the writer in some online game and interacting with them further if I so choose.  That adds a very personal dimension to these blogs that makes them much more compelling than the aimless musings of strangers.  So kudos to Doodirock, DSmooth and anybody else who works on the site.  They really make 2old2play a community instead of just a message board.  Ive been a computer programmer for six years, and I know just how frustrating it can be to make these damned machines do what you want (web programming is especially vexing).  So thanks again to the people who developed the blog software and to the members who are using it.

So the blogs are great, but what am I going to do with mine?  If history is any teacher, I will most likely make a few lengthy posts and then only come back to it when the shame of failed promise and squandered potential forces me to do so.  Id like to think this is something I could keep up with and post at least once a week, but I have so many other hobbies that I started with vigor and later abandoned that it seems doubtful.

The one major difference is that unlike golf, mountain-biking, origami, tennis, wood working, web-site creation, playing guitar, or any of my other failed pastimes, writing a blog has a certain level of accountability.  If I didnt practice my guitar, no one noticed or cared (in fact my sister loved it because she "borrowed" my guitar and I havent asked for it back), but if I dont write in this blog periodically, Ill start to feel that I owe it to my adoring fans (you are my adoring fans, right? ok, well, you will be...) to post something and satiate their burning curiosity.  Ok, maybe not, but I do feel guilty about how much I like this site and how little I give back.  Sure, I wrote one editorial about gamer budgets a while ago, but that was a fluke.  Ive tried to come up with more ideas that would make good copy, but nothing seems good enough.  A blog just might be the answer.  I dont have to find anything interesting or relevant to say, just the inane details of my life will be sufficient.  For instance…

Im sitting here freezing to death in my cubicle.  Why?  Because some sick bastard thought that the most efficient way to deliver air conditioning to the office space was to pipe it out of a three foot wide vent in the ceiling that just pumps straight down.  I can just imagine his thought process: "Diverters?  We dont need no stinkin diverters!  Why should we spread the cold air around?  Lets just dump it all in one place and let convection do the rest!"  Im colder now than I was in the winter.  Thank you smack-tard.

The worst part is that my right hand gets super cold because I use a computer all day and that hand is always on the mouse.  The arctic wind falls out of the vent just three feet above me, then somehow gets funneled through the space between my monitor and the walls of my cube which increases its velocity so that it comes roaring across the desktop and washes over my mouse hand like an angry torrent of snowmelt.  I cant keep papers on the right side of my desk because the wind blows them off.  If it werent for the fact that it would look completely absurd, I would wear a glove on that hand while I work.  (Michael Jackson anyone?)  Seriously, I have to take periodic breaks to rub my hands together and blow on them to keep it from freezing into a claw-like shape.

However, there is a warm and soothing light at the end of this frigid wind-tunnel.  I am being relocated to a new cubicle soon.  I have already scouted it out and there is no sign of an arctic tempest blasting through it, so that is a good thing.  With any luck Ill be moved in there sometime next week.  Ive got to get out of here soon.  I am starting to develop a taste for seal meat and whale blubber.  May god have mercy on the next poor underling that gets thrown into the gnashing teeth of this icy gale.  This cube makes Supermans "Fortress of Solitude" look like the Club-Med on Grand Cayman.  My advice: Bring your mukluks Hoss, cause theres a blizzard comin your way and I aint talking about no Dairy Queen treat!