That Day. Just... Ugh.
Here's how you know you're in for a bad day. You wake up, and for whatever reason the water in your toilet is black and smells like sewer. A flush solved that problem... I assume something somewhere backfilled... and I moved to take my morning shower. And about halfway through, the head unit of the handheld shower fell off. Completely detached from the hose... or, more correctly, the hose detached from the shower head, as the threaded end was still in place. The hose just... broke.
I should have taken the hint. I didn't. I went to work. And literally as I was walking in, the system died. About 45 minutes later, it started to function again... fitfully, in jerks and spasms... but I wish it had stayed down, because it was serving us nothing but crap. All day. Nothing but crap claims, for eight stinkin' hours, crap claim upon crap claim. I'm going to take a nap. Then I'm going to install a new handheld shower. Then, and only then, might have I have some dinner. Maybe.
I don't want to adult anymore.
UPDATE: The nap was four hours long. It took 10 minutes total to remove the old shower head and put the new one on... mainly because the only pair of locking pliers I own these days could be used as a keychain. Seriously... when it's locked down, I cannot get my thumb into the space in the "mouth." When I purchased it from Amazon for another task, I thought locking jaw pliers, 4" meant the maximum space in the jaws, not the overall length. Oh well, no matter... I has a shower again. 1235am... time for dinner!
That Was A Weekend
I managed to watch or listen to about 16 hours of the 24 Hours of Daytona. Around 4am on Sunday, I really began to feel for the mechanics.
And I got a LOT more sleep than most of them did, in much more comfortable situation. That they could still function after just catching short naps here and there is amazing. I had five hours of sleep (4am - 9am), and I still felt zombie-like. Even after a four hour nap this evening, I'm still out of it. I mean, more than normal that is. I even lost a botmatch in World of Warships for the first time in months.
I don't know what sort of free icecream I'm going to drum up this week, but there should be some... I don't have overtime at work. Sit tight!
Long Drive For A Watch
I've completely neglected to mention this, but this weekend is the unofficial start of the US auto racing season! Let us take a trip to the high bank turns of Daytona for something very special...
...the 2018 IMSA 24 Hours of Daytona! In endurance racing, there's not many races that are more prestigious: LeMans, pretty much. It's not part of the FIA's World Endurance Championship series, but IMSA's Prototype class conforms to WEC's "LMP2" standards. LMP2 is the less powerful style of prototypes, and really the only competitive one. If I heard correctly, the team that wins the 24HoD gets an automagic invite to LeMans, though I'm not gonna put money on that.
The GTLM class of sports cars also matches the LeMans GT specs... and looks awfully sweet, too. That's the new Ford GT up there, and it's definite poster material.
While I have loved the 24HoD for a while now, this year is a little special because everybody's favorite Indy 500 driver is racing. Fernando Alonso is teaming up with McLaren's "reserve" driver, 18 year old Lando Norris, and the youngest driver ever to be classified at the 24 Hours of LeMans (in 2017), then-17 year old Philip Hanson. They'll be in the United Autosports Ligier JS P217... in fact, that's the car at the top of this post. While Norris optimistically said that the car could win "if everything goes right," this is a 24 hour race. "Everything" never goes right.
But Alonso and Norris aren't the only current or former F1 drivers in the field, not by a long shot. A quick glance at the team sheets shows Christian Fittipaldi, Felipe Not Massa Nasr, Juan Pablo (The Pope) Montoya, Paul di Resta, Bruno "The Other" Senna, Pleasant Stroll, Sea Bass, Gianmaria Bruni (one of my first favorite drivers as he drove for Minardi with Zsolt Baumgartner in 2004, the first year I watched the sport as an adult... adult-ish), and the legend himself: Markus Winkelhock, the only F1 driver to start both last and first in the same Grand Prix.
The winning teams in each division are presented with the most famous prize in all of motorsports, a special Rolex Daytona. The 2017 version is shown above, and considering that there's maybe 12 of them in the world? That's a helluva watch. Only the winning drivers (three per car in three classes) and the team owner gets one, I think... again, I could be wrong. Fairly exclusive, I'd say. I just found this out: did you know that a Daytona sold at auction for $17million and change? Paul Newman, himself a racing driver, was given one by his wife in 1972, and that's the one that was sold. Apparently it was a rather rare style of Daytona, with a combination of colors and markings that became known as a "Newman" Daytona. And, since he reportedly wore it every day from 1972 until 1984, when he got a new Daytona and gave his first one away, it had quite the provenance. None of that matters... winner gets a nice watch after a long drive. Worth every minute of it.
Coverage begins on FOX at 1pm Pond Central time, with the green flying a half-hour later. The race will then migrate to FS1, FS2, and IMSAtv before ending back on FOX on Sunday. Enjoy, won't you? I certainly will... particularly the night portions.
UPDATE: Alonso's car ended up 38th out of 50 entries, 90 laps behind the leader (who broke the all-time distance record with an hour to go). They were never going to win, but they were able to race in the LMP2 category very well... and then they began to have mechanical problems, the worst of which involved their brake system.
The Strangest Thanksgiving Day Parade Balloon Ever
I haven't played War Thunder much in the past year or so, a couple of matches here and there. Doesn't mean I don't keep up with it, but actually play? Nah. But my favorite yootoob subscription is to the good folks over at Bo Time! Gaming, probably the most serious bunch of pilots and tankers to ever to strap on a pair of goggles.
Yes, I'm kidding. Bo and the merry idiots of TBLF are the ones that brought us the WT Fail Montage series... basically, the videos that got me to play the game in the first place back in 2014 or so. I love watching them play... they obviously enjoy each other's company, even if it is just virtual, and they're either quite good, or entertainingly bad. They know when they're bad, too, and they don't much care.
Anyway. It appears that there's something of a bug in War Thunder at the moment... if you manage to flip over a Churchill tank, this happens:
I expect the flying Churchills will be patched out of the game immediately if not sooner, but for one brief, shining moment, you will believe tanks can fly.
Seems that there central part of Japan has received a surprising amount of snow since Monday morning... indeed, it's the heaviest snowfall there since 2014. Something like 15inches is expected to be on the ground in some places in the Kanto region by the time its all over. Schools and businesses were letting out early due to a "heavy snow warning", the Rainbow Bridge across part of Tokyo Bay was shut down with cars stuck on it due to the snow... reminds me of when Lake Shore Drive in Chicago was shut down for the same reason. Tokyo itself was supposed to get four inches by Tuesday morning. Instead, news reports are saying there was half again that amount by 7pm and it wasn't letting up. It's so bad that Universities were postponing their Entrance Exams, and anybody that's watched more anime than DBZ knows how big those are.
When I heard about the snows earlier, I actually thought to myself "I hope Rambalac goes for a walk." I needn't have worried.
Some things are universal. Most people who own snowboards can't stay up on 'em. Snowmen must be made. Snowballs must be thrown. Other than the language, slight differences in architecture and zoning, and kick-arse playground equipment, this little scene in Chiba could just as easily have been from Duckford. A trite observation, of course, but still true. Kinda nice to see, actually.
I had intended to try doing a First Episode Writeup today. I couldn't motivate myself to even start. I want to do it, but it'd actually require effort and I don't have it in me right now. And I have no idea where it went.
I'm going to see if I have any mojo left on Sunday. Watch this spot. If I do, there's gonna be something interesting here. If I don't, well, there's not going to be anything interesting here. Which is basically SOP, isn't it?
Wonderduck Is An Idiot. In Other News, Fire Hot, Durian Smells Bad. Film At 10.
Duckford got it's first truly significant snowfall of the winter Monday! Oh, there was an inch or so earlier, sure. A light, fluffy snow began falling last night, and had not stopped at all when I headed out to the Duckmobile. Much to my pleasant surprise, at some time in the recent past one of my neighbors desnowed my car... instead of the three or four inches of snow the SUVs on either side of me had, I had maybe a quarter-inch, and most of that fell off when I shut the driver's door. The drive to work was a little unpleasant as it was clear the snowplows hadn't gotten to the tertiary roads yet but all in all not so bad.
Work went about as I expected, poorly, with an added side of "I feel a little under the weather and it's getting worse." I mean, I've felt like I've been fighting something off for a couple of weeks now, I hope my immune system didn't just throw up its flippers and say "screw it, time to go to the bar." That would be bad... I need my immune system. Anyway. Every time I got up from my desk, I would take a gander (nyuk nyuk, a duck taking a gander, see what I did there?) outside, and the snow which the weather nabobs had said would stop in the morning... never did. All day long we had light fluffy snow. By my back-of-the-burrito calculations, by the time I left work it may very well have been coming down for 24 hours straight... and if not, it was darn close to it.
Still, I didn't think there'd be any problem getting home. Duckford would have had their plows out all day, main roads and busy secondaries would surely be clean! It was with such thoughts in my head that I left work and promptly ignored the main roads and busy secondaries and took my normal way home. You know, all rural roads and more hills than a list of British F1 Champions. Why would you do that, you may ask. In reply, I say to you, "look at the title of this post." I should have turned around after I made the first turn onto the route home... and nearly went into a ditch. Nope! On a road I normally do 50-55mph on, I was doing 30 or less, depending on the wind, because when the wind blew, visibility sort of went away. Still, while unpleasant, none of this was beyond the norm for a Duckford winter. And then came the weirdness.
The turn I needed to make to get on the road to Pond Central isn't all that well illuminated. There's an overhead light at the entry to the power substation that you'd go into if you turned left at the intersection... I need to turn right. Still, it's bright enough that there usually isn't a problem. Monday night though, a car was coming from the right, and another from dead ahead. When combined with the blowing snow, I had a moment where it looked for all the world like a 3'-0" tall snowdrift had crossed the road. To call this "disconcerting" would be an understatement. I immediately began slowing down, praying for my lights to pick out the impediment before I hit it... but it never came. It was all light and shadow... I've never seen that before, and it was spooky as all hell. It did give me better insight into how the Flight 901 disaster occurred, I'll tell you that. The rest of the drive home was spent on the ragged edge of adhesion, on a road that had only been driven on, not plowed. Pulling into Pond Central's parking lot was one of the most relaxing events I've experienced. I was home!
A few hours later, I was alternately burning up and chilled to the bone. The whatever-it-was I've been struggling with finally overwhelmed my immune system and ignited a fever in my brain. I had the heat turned up nearly as far as it could go in Pond Central, was covered with two comforters and a couple of blankets, a pair of sweatpants, a long-sleeved jersey AND a sweater, and socks... I never wear socks in bed... and I was still cold. Until I was ridiculously hot and opened the window. Wash, rinse, repeat. Sometime during the night/early morning, like maybe 4am or so, I fell asleep. When my alarm went off at 730a, I dragged my carcass out of bed, washed down a bottle of tylenol with some sprite, took a shower, got dressed... and then called into to work sick and went back to bed. I probably shouldn't have gone in today either, as I still have the headache pounding away in my skull, but... well, look at the title of this post. Go me.
American Racer Dan Gurney Passes.
One of the true legends of motorsport passed away on Sunday. Dan Gurney was 86 when complications from pneumonia "took him off the grid." He was the first of only three men to win races in Sports Cars, Formula 1, NASCAR, and Indy Car, as well as Can-Am and Trans-Am. But for all his accomplishments on track, and there were many, he may very well be known for some off-track things.
For example, he had what can arguably be called the best week in car racing history in 1967. On June 11th, he and AJ Foyt, driving a Ford GT40 MkIV, won the 24 Hours of LeMans. This marked back-to-back LeMans victories for Ford, totally unprecedented for the American manufacturer. But that wasn't enough for Dan Gurney. During the podium ceremony, he did something that no race winner anywhere had ever done before...
...he became the first winner to spray champagne from the podium. Of course, this tradition continues 50+ years later in all forms of motorsports all over the world. That right there is enough to make Gurney a legend, but not enough to make it the best week of racing ever. The following Sunday, June 18th, was the Grand Prix of Belgium at Spa-Francorchamps.
Gurney, running both as driver and as team owner of Anglo-American Racing, drove the Eagle Mk1 to victory. He became the second F1 driver to win in a car of his own manufacture, out of three. But, and this is the part that cements him as one of the all-time greats, it became the first... and thus far only... F1 race win for an American-made car.
But even THAT wasn't enough for Gurney. He became the first to put a little vertical piece of material on the trailing edge of his car's wing, increasing the generated downforce substantially without much of an increase in drag at all. This little thing became known as the Gurney Flap, and is used by just about any race car that has wings. While it would be incorrect to say that he invented the device, as airplanes had been using it to increase lift instead of downforce for decades, he and his team were the ones who adapted it to cars. About the only time you don't see them being used nowadays is at places like Monza, where you want as little drag (and thus downforce) as possible.
Dan Gurney won seven races in F1, seven times in Indy Car, five times in NASCAR, he won endurance races at the Nurburgring, Sebring, Daytona and LeMans, as well as many others. He was the first big-name racer to wear a full face helmet. When he retired from racing in 1970, he did so with some 51 race wins across all formats to his credit. After that, he had a successful career as a constructor or team owner, with three Indy 500 victories in the record books. For all of that and more, he is probably the preeminent American in motorsport. I am secure in saying that his sort will never be seen again.
Tracks From The MP3 Player
The other day, I was chatting with a coworker during one of my rare lunchbreaks that didn't involve me taking a nap, and she told me something that both stunned and amused me. See, the Powers That Be decided that it was time to put someone in the desk next to me... it had been empty for a month, much to my pleasure (imagine discovering you're the only person in a row of seats on an airliner)... and my new neighbor apparently was able to hear the music from my headphones... but only a certain type of music as it turns out. Metal and/or Other Loud Aggressive Music. Via conversations with her friends, a good portion of the office appeared to believe I listened exclusively to Screamo.
For the record, nothing could be further from the truth. I do have a single song by a screamo band, "On My Own" by The Used, but I didn't know it was that genre. Amusingly, I first heard the track eleven years ago, more or less, as it was used to make a music video for my favorite Japanese wrestler, Hayabusa, after the terrible in-ring accident that paralyzed him. Okay, that part isn't amusing. A while ago, another coworker "stole" my mp3 player because she was bored and wanted to hear something new. Sadly, she no longer works there, or she could have put a stop to the rumors. I don't know if I convinced my accuser of my varied musical tastes or if she thought it a case of 'the duckie doth protest too much', but I gave her The Pond's address and told her to look for a music post. If that's you, hello, see you monday! If it's not, hello, Pond Scum! Click "more" for, well...
Add Maybe Another Thing To The List
We know that The Duckmobile is getting long in the tooth... she's legally able to drink, for heaven's sake. We know that in a perfect world, we'd have a better computer chair here at Pond Central Battlestation. And I've noticed that there's an odd thing going on with the computer monitor where in videos, all blacks are... um... I don't know how to describe what they are. Solarized, maybe? Black patches all look like they're backlit somehow, have an odd sort of glow to them that I don't see anywhere else.
But I didn't expect to be putting "a new computer" on the list anytime soon. Oh, to be sure, my current one, Nori, is four-plus years old, but it's not like software has outrun it or anything like that. It has been coughing up the occasional error every now and again... not too often, but not "never" like it maybe should be. But tonight, as I awoke from my nap, I pressed the power button, everything spooled up, I got the HP "I'm working on it!" screen like I always do, and then it just... turned itself off.
As the monitor said "no signal, going to sleep" and went to sleep, I sat here in the dark and actually said out loud "well, that's not supposed to happen." The Mutsu figure I have here by my keyboard said nothing, but I know she agreed with me. I pressed the power button again, and this time the startup went perfectly fine, though slower than normal. That's actually common... when it turns off without shutting down (for example, a power outage), the next reboot takes longer. But, and this is the important part of the story, that wasn't supposed to happen in the first place.
I'll admit to being concerned about my girl. But I also admit to needing a computer I can trust to work, too... I mean, it is my main form of entertainment, and how I do most of my shopping to boot. Losing it would be very grumpy-making. So, I suppose, onto the big list of new things goes "computer." Preferably one with an actual graphics card, this time.
Here Comes The OGRE...
Back in 1986, Origin Systems, the company that would bring us the amazing Wing Commander and Ultima series of computer games, took a little foray into something a bit larger scale. Instead of a party of adventurers or individual starfighters, they sat down and cranked out the videogame adaptation of Steve Jackson's OGRE.
I played the heck outta that game on the C64. It wasn't great: the graphics were nothing special, even for the time, and the AI... well... it was 1986. But I could still play OGRE alone with it, and that made it good. For a long, long time I've wondered why there was never a remake... it's not like Steve Jackson Games doesn't have a history with computers, after all. Around Christmastime, friend Ben from Midnite Tease said to me "I've been playing the new OGRE videogame." To which I replied "Huh??? WHAT new OGRE videogame???" I'm not a clever duck when I'm surprised.
Holy crepe. Holy crepe! It took me very little time to add it to my Steam library... $20 for heaven's sake!... and went through the tutorials to get used to the interface. It's not the most intuitive system, but it works well enough. Once that was done, I called up a skirmish match against the computer and went at it. And lost.
In fact, the computer handed my feathered butt to me and made me wear it as a hat. So I started another game... and it all came back to me. I danced GEVs around the Ogre, pummeled the thing with heavy tanks, pounded it with howitzers...
...the above picture was essentially the last view my command post saw. Well, I'll be damned. I was pretty good at OGRE back in the day... good enough that I expected to win every time I sat down against a human opponent. I didn't, of course, but I knew I could win and had a good shot at doing so. And here this computer game is, kicking me up and down the map like I didn't know a superheavy from a light GEV. COOL!!!
The AI isn't perfect... I've seen it make some seriously stupid moves... but it's more than good enough. And once it stops giving me a challenge, online head-to-head is available too. There's a single-player campaign to go through as well, which might prove interesting. And, of course, any of you squishies that wanna go up against the Duck. Better make sure to make your sandwiches using rye bread though... since I'm going to knock you down and take your lunch, you may as well make it something I like.
Let me ask you a question: does the idea of spending 10 minutes watching a girl dressed like your grandmother demonstrate the correct way to assemble a camp site, complete with a simply adorable talking pine cone, sound like something you'd go out of your way to see? Then, my friend, have I got a show for you! It's called Yuru Camp, and most of the first half of Ep01 was exactly what I just described. And it was wonderful.
This shot is from the OP. We've only officially met the girls on the ends, Pinky and The Quiet One. The other three are apparently the members of the Outdoor Living Club (or whatever they call it) that appeared only briefly. It's quite easy to see that Pinky will be the linchpin of the entire show. This may not be a good thing.
She's loud, dumb as a box of hair, has probably never been camping before, and it's clear she'll be the viewer insert. If she stays loud and dumb as a box of hair, this is going to suck. This has the opportunity to be this year's version of Flying Witch, all contemplative and comfy as hell, but if Pinky doesn't snap to, the whole thing is doomed.
...and then the axe/saw/shaving tool will come out, and it'll become a whole different sort of show.
I liked the show. Very realistic about winter camping!
Wallyworld has self-inflating sleeping bag pads for something like twenty bucks. Warmer, easy to pack, and generally a great invention. But you still need a groundcloth if you don't want to be damp!
That was the one thing I did not believe about camping by a lake. It was not damp enough.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at January 10, 2018 11:40 AM (mX3O4)
I left Pond Central at 850am to head off to work. I had an 11.50 hour day ahead of me, and the earlier I could get in, the earlier I could go home. Or I could extend my lunch break-slash-nap time, one of the two. Whichever was more important, y'know. In truth, I was kinda looking forward to this... particularly because I had read that the bone-breaking cold that Duckford has been in for the past two weeks was finally coming to an end! Fantastic, I was sick and tired of wondering if the Duckmobile was going to start both in the morning and at night when it was time to go home. For the record, she was a rock, only once giving me a scare... this past Wednesday morning, in fact, when it went down to -17 overnight. Turned the key in the ignition, and... all I heard was a whirring sound. The engine finally began cranking, and once it started it might have been idling at about 50rpm, but she started. So I left Pond Central with my head up and a warm glow in my heart.
Fsck. Really, I don't know why I'm complaining, it was only -9. Getting the frost off the windshield was... really, an exercise in futility. For whatever reason, I would scrape off one side, move to the other, scrape that side clean, by which point the first side was already slightly fogged. Cold and damp. Oh, and as it turns out, a wind chill advisory though at least my building's parking lot is at the bottom of a not-insubstantial hill. Between that to the north and the apartment building to the south, and much of the rest of the complex to the west, I've seen 20 mph winds blowing the tops of the trees around while it was dead still on the ground. Nice trick. Turns out that the cold is supposed to break on Sunday. I hope so... I'm too old for this.
UPDATE: Completely apropos of nothing, I LOVE BASEBALL. Wonderduck needed this.
I have a small confession to make. See, I had me a great idea for a bit of fiction and I thought I'd have it done by now. Except I forgot just exactly how much mandatory overtime we had to do this week, and as a result, my goofing off on Tuesday has come back to bite me in the tucus. Instead of having five hours of OT to do by Friday, I actually had NINE hours to do.
So, yeah. This week, not going as well as I had hoped. Still, Ben from Midnite Tease and I completed a simultaneous runthrough of Go Go Nippon!, and it was as hilarious as I expected, so that was worth the time. Only 3.50 hours left to go!