Saturday, 29 January 2005
pc assembly and the virtual beach

I was putting together a new PC. little Dave was visiting, he sat on the couch and dispensed mostly, but not completely, useless advice. I went in the garage and grabbed an unused case. I brought it in, then looked at it. it had a motherboard in it, which I did not expect, and a "refurbished" sticker on the motherboard, which bothered me since I thought I bought it new.

I opened it up and there was a card in one of the slots that was as wide as the mother board. I was confused and inspected the situation. the car actuallly had an old-fashioned toggle switch. the connectors in the back of the card were a mix; one looked like s-video. my first inclination was to yank it out, but I hesitated. Dave cautioned me that I could mess things up if I activated the card. I pulled it out.

the motherboard had some older ISA slots in it, and I realized, no slot for a CPU. I was annoyed and about to give up, but I rummaged for another motherboard.

Dave, meanwhile, was playing my favorite playstation game, which has no analog in reality outside the dream. I gave up on the PC and played too. I was at a point where I was maneuvering a boat around a harbour. the display at the bottom shows a motor and a pair of tie downs. I forget what I was trying to accomplish; but I messed up and the motor blade cut one of the tie downs. o-oh the motor spun out of control, and suddenly the boat I was maneuvering capsized and I was wrecked on the beach. no really; with everyone else. I was there and it was not really a game anymore...

a bunch of us were having a party there. it was my shift coordinating and while we were manning the check-in booth I was trying to record bowling scores. a guy checked in with no reservation. we talked to him and he produced three $1000 notes. they were weird looking; about the sizze of old-fashioned-stock certificates. they had "US Treasury" printed on them. we looked at the anti-counterfeiting measures and marvelled. then we decided to let him crash.

unfortunately the only space was with simon in the spare room. I wasn't even sure simon was going to show *up*. I looked at the bowling scores. it was unclear from his team recap he was there, either. I think they said he was absent with 131, but they also could say he bowled a 142.

derrick from work came to get me. they found the wreckage of the boat, was there something I wanted to do with it? o yah. I always wreck the boat, that is why I am here in this VR. I follow him and he heads up this weird rocky construction towards the water. looks like it used to be a crude slate bridge, but to where, I couldn't say. it feels rickety and I hesitate, then turn around. I need to be over somewhere else. I climb up this weird bamboo-and-thatch lookout tower thing that sticks out from a cliff. follow it out to there there is a ladder down to the beach. I am about 25' up form the sand.

the balcony, which is also bamboo-and-thatch, is swaying one way; the waves are below me moving perpendicular to it. I feel a bit seasick, and a little frightened I will fall; and marvel at the feeling inside a VR. it must be the motion signals my brain interprets. I wonder about climbing down the ladder in my socks; if I fall, will I die? how does one feel death in a VR? I advance carefully to the ladder, hanging on to what I can.

then the gardeners started on the neighbour's lawn and I woke up.

Posted by dracon at 29 January 2005 9:46
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