Last year around this time on the MDN page 39 11th post from the top, you can read and see pics of the whole version of the deal below.
If not, here is a partial post from that/this period, however you want to look at it. The crux of the matter I would say remains.
Things are beginning to repeat themselves again, so it may be time for another break from convention. Embarrassment is a sure sign that I am in the presence of excess, and occasionally that tastes and feels real good. Nowadays, in these sordid times of subtle control accompanied with the slow and soft erosion of personal freedom and liberating (i.e. negative) us from the responsibility that needs to accompany freedom for it to work, excess has thus become unpleasant for most. Good timing I would say for those who are winding things down, and this is a very large demographic indeed. Enough already, on a more directly informative note that you can use instead of trying to decipher the above thoughts and human condition stuff, I will not be at Alouette this week until Friday the 25th, so let's talk parts then.
Meanwhile, where is the next "prophet of WOW". The one for the upcoming generations which have already seen so much and know so much and seem dangerously beaten down by the fact that they know so much so early in their lives, and/or have turned into real assholes because they think they know so much about what they haven't lived yet.
Today was another day away from work. Yes, that's two this week, and I got to tell ya, I could get use to this very quickly. And by no means should one deduce, based on the above, that I am a lazy sod. I am more likely than not. Simply fed up with all those sterile screens, messages, prompts and ofcourse the regular routine which only adds to the crippling of our human abilities experienced daily at work in this insidious information age which is claiming an eventual victory over ignorance and that good things will result from this for all of humanity. That's great. I continue to believe that the latter will always depend on the moral fiber of those who hold high places when greed and power are also at the gate.
So you see, I am not lazy in the slightest, just simply wary of who I am selling my small choir of abilities to. I want to see their faces, know their families and especially, I need to know their values before we engage in any exchange of information or services or even goods. But this is now less and less likely to happen as we deal more and more with eachother through all sorts of on line tools and apps and media appearing efficient, but essentially they all do the same thing,- letting the oracle know about what we are doing next, and with who, and how and where. The skies above us seem cloudy today.
In "real" life, I called JamesShid this morning before heading up the Main before 9AM. We then picked up Jordan on the way to the North Star workshop and grabbed 2 sheets of playfield glass and the parts we needed to prepare the line up at the bar for the IFPA Quebec Provincials taking place tomorrow at noon. The plan was to do a thorough line up check along with some specific detailing to reduce the chances of the machines malfunctioning during this “grandiose” event. Hell, people were coming into la Ville de Marie from other cities and booking hotels for the night just so they could get some practice in at the North Star – Machines a Piastres tonight. These competitive players can occasionally be a savage bunch, and I wanted to make sure “the herd” was able to take the reaming.
By 1pm we were confident about the work we had accomplished and this felt pretty good. A certain adult satisfaction overcame me for a change. I locked up the joint and we all parted in hopes that the next day would be good.
Maxed out at 10 machines, no more no less. Toujours a 10 machines, pas moins pas plus.
Une règle suivi gueri de tout. A rule respected can cure anything.
A philosophy of doing shall rule til the days when I can no longer "do" arrive. Because when I am too old to wipe my own ass, adjust an AX relay or relieve a woman from sighing, there will be only memories to fill my time. So, the task at hand is to build a RRSP of memories, come hell or calm tides.