Posting From My Android
With WordPress' neat little Android app.
This probably won't help me write more.
Rooting the phone was ridiculously easy and flashing a custom rom was pretty easy once I read a few things and fixed my phone after a bad backup.
The Samsung Captivate runs 2.1, and it's pretty snappy. But a flashed 2.2 rom? Oh man, it's a brand new phone.
I love this thing.
Doing what now?
I finally beat Penumbra: Overture within the past week or so. Took me long enough, I've had the game since last summer, when I got Overture, Black Plague, and Requiem for $5.
Started Black Plague pretty shortly afterwards and it is easily surpassing its predecessor in how engaging it is. The first game starts off kinda slow, you're in an old mining cave for most of the game and your major enemies are various creatures. There's a lot of awesome puzzle elements throughout both games, and the atmosphere is amazing, but the game does start relatively slow. It ends on a cliffhanger, though, that ties directly into Black Plague. Because of all the work the first game did in building up the atmosphere and situation, the second is far easier to get into for people continuing from the first.
Though the game does take a wildly different term in what's going on. There are clues and hints throughout the first game about what's really going on, but you don't really get a good idea of it until you get a little bit into the second.
And then shit gets weird.
I'm loving it a lot right now.
Owning a cat is totally different than living with a cat. I merely lived with Orangey, who belonged to Nicole. She was a great cat, I loved her, great personality. A total bitch. A really loving cat who, if you showed her she could trust you, was all over you. It wasn't out of the ordinary to have her spend the night in my bed, stomach exposed. She was my buddy that summer.
On Janaury 6th (happy birthday, Brian!), Sarah and I adopted our cats. Hers is a small tuxedo named Pinto. He appears to be part oriental based on his face and love of jumping. Duster is my dude, a blue cat with very light tabby markings that appears to be at least part Chartreux based on a wide variety of characteristics (communicates mostly by chirping; when he does meow, it is high-pitched; dainty feet; hair on and near his spine is water-resistant and more wiry than the rest of his hair, eventually becoming almost fleece-like on his underside; green eyes (he has some green, but they're mostly yellow.. so that's why we suspect he's either an undesired Chartreux (only solid green eyes are allowed in competitions) or part Chartreux); kitten like until 3 years of age (usually that behavior dies out around 1 year, he's about two months beyond that point as just as childlike as ever); full of energy; and many others).
These guys are a part of the family. I'm usually greeted by Pinto when I get home from work and then Duster usually won't leave me alone once he wakes up. Orangey would rub the hell out of me, very forcefully, but she was... a pet. Nicole's pet. Duster and Pinto? They just seem like more than that for some reason. It's weird. It's really freaking cool, though.
The best part is that they freaking love each other. They've been having a few dominance fights lately, which causes Duster to emit this really pitiful sounding cry (we suspect that, because he's older than Pinto by four months, it's meant to be intimidating in some way; Pinto just ends up hopping on him), but when those are done they're grooming each other and playing with each other and having a good time. I'm really glad that Pinto is challenging Duster, now that he's old enough to understand dominance. Duster used to push him around and sit on him and Pinto usually just let him. Pinto is small, fast, and muscular. Duster is bigger, still pretty fast, and not as muscular. Duster doesn't have a hope of winning until he begins to use his weight, but that might take a bit more intelligence... Chartreuxs are supposed to be pretty intelligent, but Duster? Sometimes we question him... I think he might have some form of ADHD, the way he'll sit there and "watch" nothing, then run around and get distract by... nothing.. and just play with... nothing... It's cute as all get out. Both of them are.
Man, if I've already written about these guys I'm going to feel like such a dick.
Work flew by today. I don't get it.
My Chicago Card Plus finally came in today. Put the wrong zipcode on the mailing address, so that delayed it nearly a week beyond Sarah's. I can't wait to use it.
Whoa, Really?
So I realized this morning that I take a train and walk over a freaking river every day on my way to work. What would I do back home? Drive. On the freeway. How boring. The only time I knew we had low cloud-cover back home was when I heard it on the radio. Now? I simply look up at the skyscrapers. If I can't see the top of the Trump Tower, Sears Tower, etc., we've got low cloud cover.
I need to (re)discover Chicago this summer.
Documenting Dreams
A night or two ago, my dreams consisted of:
My mom telling me, in my new apartment that she hasn't seen, that I shaved my beard unevenly. So much so that it was four inches longer on one side than the other. This was not the case in the dream, nor is it in real life.
My bracelet breaking again.
The State Street Chicago River draw bridge rising up as I was walking towards it. Not even as I was walking on it, just towards it. So I had to wait, and then I woke up.
Weird dreams.
Got the script working and implemented into the whole thing. Fixed a few other issues that popped up. Day goes by fast when I actually have things to do.
Writing documentation isn't as bad as I thought it'd be.