Do you want to play a game?

Yeah, it’s a movie reference that almost no one will get, so what?!?

Aidan has been at iCAMP this week, having a really good time. Just wanted to show the fruits of his labor and launch his new company, ShadowFire Studios.

It’s a little tricky, but here’s how to do it.

CLICK HERE to download the zip file.

Once it downloads, find it (usually on your desktop) and double click it. It’ll save the files to c:\aidan on your computer.

Double click on the Dino.exe file in the c:\aidan directory. The arrow keys move Rex around, and the space bar makes him jump. Hold the arrow key down and hit the space bar to do a running jump.

The trick of the game is to get all of the balls and keys, and stay away from the Dreaded TeddyBears of Doom, the Giant TRex, and the Squigglies. Have fun!!

if you get an error of some kind, try downloading it again. If you’re still having problems, make sure that the c:\aidan directory on your computer is empty.

email me if you have questions, or send AIDAN an email if you like the game.

Proud Papa

So Aidan is in a camp that we found for him (thanks Grammy!) and has been having an absolute ball. It’s called iCAMP and it’s awesome. I want to go!

They teach the kids how Computer Programs work. Then they teach them what all the basic pieces are. Then they teach them how to put them together. Then they teach them how to make their own pieces.

So why am I a Proud Papa? I dropped him off this morning and met some of his instructors, and he started his computer and showed me his game. The look on his face was one I will never forget. A mixture of nervousness and excitement and pleasure when I started playing. It’s a little dragon that goes around munching glowing balls, but you have to watch out for the baddies, or you have to start the level over.

I hit a bug at one point and he said, “Darn it! Get up a second, Dad.” He sat down and clicked a few keys, “AH! Got it! Keep going, I just have to recompile.” Smiling, I sat down and I continued playing.

The warm fuzzy feeling that I know he and I shared was completely geeky in nature, but probably one of the fondest I have had with him in 10 years he’s been alive. Just the small measure of “See what I did” and how proud he was of it was so beautiful.

Yes, I’m a geek, so what?!?

Okay, it’s time for ‘Who Cares?’

http://www.insidehighered.com/news/2007/07/23/fileshare

I elected my officials to go to Washington to represent me to help make my life better, easier, I dunno. Maybe actually accomplish something?

I have to say in response to this article – WHO THE F&*K CARES?!?!?

We have a WHOLE lot more problems with our government, with our economy, and with a thousand different other things for idiots like this guy going after something that benefits big business. Does this effect the economy? YES!

But not for the reasons you’re thinking. Will cracking down on filesharing help save the music industry some money? In my point of view? NO! I don’t agree with downloading and filesharing, but honestly I think it spreads music around a lot better and honestly makes me buy MORE music than I normally would have.

I used to buy a cd or two every couple of months. I spend a lot more per month at iTunes based on “Hey man, have you heard this? Come check this out” from friends than I would have ever before.

Louisiana is still a mess. There are more murders in Baton Rouge in the last 18 months than ever before. EVER!!! How about going after that? How about making it SAFE for people to be witnesses in murders so they can testify instead of declining and letting these people go for fear of retribution.

All in all? Grr factor 10 here.

Happiness…

is not a sinus infection while you’re watching 2 screaming 7 yr olds. Oye.

Problem is, I love one of them to death, and the other almost as much. Ever get that achy feeling for several days and then the back of your throat starts to hurt? Yeah, now you can feel it 😉 Aidan’s off at a friends for another 20 min, and the screaming “Meow Sistah’s” as they call themselves are upstairs playing. They both have camp tomorrow at the gym, so I’m just waiting for her mom to drop off some sleeping clothes and her uniform for tomorrow.

Planned to take the day off and go to the beach with Fae and the kids and most of the other cheerleading families from CAAS. I was looking forward to just hanging out on the beach and taking it easy. Yeah, actually having a vacation. Haven’t done one in a while. Unfortunately, Mother Nature had other plans. Torrential downpour at 5:30am convinced them to postpone it.

I gotta say, I was actually pretty relieved because I didn’t start feeling crappy until last night, but when I woke up this morning – wooo doggie. That nasty postnasal drip, messing with my throat. Not a good place to be.

So, I spent the day working, trying to fend off a full blown infection until the antibiotics started working. Lots of tea and hot soup. Still feel like crap, but hoping for a good nights sleep, so we’ll have to wait and see.

Crew!

In the past, I have done a lot of riding for Aids research, Aids care, and to help Aids facilities. Why? Because I can. Can John Clerke? Nope. Can Jim Paluszak? Nope.

Why not? What’s stopping them?

They caught, suffered, and died because of Aids.

Matt, are you gay? Why are you riding for something that only gay people have?

There’s the crux of it. Aids doesn’t give a crap who you are, what you do, or anything like that. Aids doesn’t discriminate based on age, sex, religion, politics, gender, sexual preference. NOTHING.

I brought up those questions because I was asked them at one point or another. How can a relatively healthy 38 yr old, married man with 2 kids get on a bike and ride for people he doesn’t even know. “Does your wife know you’re gay” is one of my favorites.

Yes, I’m straight. Yes, I’m getting older. Yes, I was in an accident where I rolled my car three times and somehow managed to walk away from it. Can I ride?

No.

Am I upset.

YOU BET!

but the great people that are organizing the ride are letting me crew instead since the injury is making it impossible to ride. I’ll be the one handing out water, or driving the sweep van or 100 other little things to make it easier for the riders to have a good experience. This will be my first turn on crew and while I would rather ride, I have to listen to my body this time.

What does this mean? It means that if you are reading this, I’m still looking for donations!!! Please contact me to find out how you can help!!!

EMAIL ME

Breather

“Matt, when was the last time you had a vacation?”

Words of wisdom to smack you upside the head right when you need them. I didn’t realize that I was wound up so tightly that it was that obvious that my boss would notice. Then again, he’s pretty damn sharp, so maybe it wasn’t as obvious as I thought.
Refinance
+ Feeling physically like I am an invalid
+ heavier than I want to be or should be
+ no physical outlet for stress

= one grumpy, stressed out 38 feeling like he’s 60 yr old man.

I figured it out tonight too. My stress is usually bled off when I work out – riding, martial arts, lifting, running. Thanks to the dumbass in the truck, I really can’t do much of that at all right now. I’ve been going for physical therapy for a few weeks now and it’s getting slightly better – not much pain, just other things that hadn’t occurred to me.

I’m not breathing properly.

That right there makes me physically sick. Why? I’m glad you asked. When I am stressed out, I tend to hunch over. Part lazy, part feeling like I am protecting myself. Hunched over like that, I don’t breathe well – short labored breaths that tend to tighten up the muscles along my neck, shoulders, and spine. So I feel physically worse – which stresses me out. Oh look…It’s a vicious CIRCLE! DAM DUM DUMMMMMMMMMM!!!!

Grumpy at the wife, grumpy at the kids, trying to get too many things done at once…Dude, no wonder I feel like crap.

I did the only thing I could think of. I sat in my dark living room, and I just breathed. (Took breaths? I don’t know, I was an accounting major.) It really helped, to the point where I was having to forcefully expand my chest muscles to take in more air. Which I think is part of my injury, so I guess that’s physical therapy too.

The other thing that made me stop and look around and realize what was going on was that I had the feeling of a complete loss of control and that was stressing me out too 🙂 There’s a guy in my complex that I’ve talked to many times, his name is Steve. He’s got a little pug that he walks around and it’s kind of funny because this 6’4″ guy with this little yipping dog. He was interested in my old car so I gave him a ride and we talked for a bit about it a few months ago.

I just found out that he was out on his motorcycle and he was hit and killed instantly.

Makes you think about things doesn’t it? Makes you think about what is important, and what is bullshit. Makes you wonder how lucky you are to have the people in your life, and the experiences you’ve had.

Am I waxing philosophic because I’m still dealing with crap from my accident? You betcha. It’ll be a long time from now before I can stop wondering why, and thinking about what if’s. But this is just another reason to take a moment and really be thankful, to wonder how we’re so lucky to be able to exist and live, and learn. That’s what life is all about – learning from lessons that experience gives us. Every single thing that happens to you, every bad event, good event, mediocre event, insignificant event – they’re all happening so that you can grow and change. Do I believe in reincarnation or the singularity of this life? Does it matter? Either way, I want to learn and experience as much as possible.

Sitting in one of those Vicious Circles…(dam dum dummmmmmmmm) doesn’t help you live, or grow or change. It’s stressful and ugly and painful, but it’s easier sometimes. It’s easier to go around and around, not doing anything, not learning anything, and just pitying yourself. I did that for four years at ETS and I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit in that whirlpool again.

So thanks Matt. Thanks for making the comment that bumped me to seeing clearer.

To all of those who are stressed, or overwhelmed or miserable.

Breathe. It’s simple. It’s healthy. It helps.