Flagship Sinks

July 13th, 2008

Flagship Studios closed their doors officially on this past Saturday. You can read all the sad details elsewhere, but here, I’d like to recognize the hard work and dedication of all the wonderful people I was fortunate to meet and know at Flagship and Ping 0.

I’d like to thank the fine people at FSS and Ping 0 for letting me alpha and beta test both Mythos and Hellgate: London. Thank you for listening and incorporating my suggestions and for fixing all those juicy bugs I found.

I believed in your dedication and your spirit. I loved your products and happily sat with a notepad at my side for hours on end to help contribute by finding those pesky bugs. I respect and admire the amount of effort and talent you poured forth to make amazing games. It is sad that Hellgate didn’t become the blockbuster that it was hoped to be but it sure wasn’t due to lack of effort or vision.

Thanks for inviting me to your Halloween and Christmas parties - you truly work hard and play even harder! This is the part where Robert, my friend and your illustrious server engineer who was always one step ahead of the rest of the staff that continuously tried to crash his server/the game, tells me I’m being a kiss-ass, but just hush, Robert. I love games. And I was thrilled to get a real inside view on just what it takes to produce world-class games. Thank you.

And as a tribute, here’s a picture of Xonni, my adorable Mythos gremlin as she was before they gave her an artistic makeover. This is one of the few areas where I disagreed with FSS. I think they should have kept this deliciously cute and spritely character as is. She was my favorite. :)
Xonni - shown here in her second life as a blue haired pyromancer and her first life as a red headed bloodletter!

Death-Star Poopy Box: 1 year later

June 2nd, 2008

It’s been nearly a year since I bought the Death-Star Poopy Box for Pearl.

So the question is: Did the Death-Star Poopy Box deliver on all it’s promises? Or is it simply a glorified over-sized hamster ball filled with kitty litter?

Death-Star Poopy Box in action!

The answer:
The Litter-Robot, aka the Death-Star Poopy Box, is a winner!

Does it save time and money?
Absolutely. I used to attend to my cat’s box once a week or so, pitch the entire box and bag of litter, and wipe it down with Clorox wipes. Now, I still attend to it just as often and wipe it down, but there’s no trip outside to the garbage can because it’s just a little baggie instead of a 12 pound bag of litter.
And, there’s little waste because only used litter is pitched. I used to buy a box of litter each month. Since I purchased the Death-Star, I’ve used one box (granted, it was the super-sized Target box) and just a month ago, I started on the second. I’ve also saved money on litter bags, too. I use those thin plastic document shred bags from Staples where you get 250 for $10.
A word about scooping: I don’t. I hate scooping. Sure, you could easily argue that you could forego the $300 price tag of the Death-Star and just buy a scooper and use the cheap plastic baggies. But the argument still holds true: The Death-Star is a time-saver because it eliminates scooping. And in my case, it saves me money, too.

Patented litter sifting system that doesn’t jam or clog?
Yes. This clever over-sized whirling hamster ball spins and sifts the litter from the waste and then drops it into a drawer below. The only way this thing will clog is if your cat has diarrhea and it catches on the door or if you don’t empty the drawer.

No special receptacles or bags and it works with any clumping litter?
Yes and yes, or at least, it uses mine quite well. Like I said, I use the cheap, thin document shred bags and I still use the Arm and Hammer unscented clumping litter that Pearl loves.

Large capacity waste drawer?
Yep. Holds enough poo so that I can easily go a week between cleanings.

Reliable and safe?
Yep. Never had a problem and with the way it’s built, I don’t foresee that I ever will.

So now that we’ve reviewed the promises kept, here’s where there’s room for improvement on this wonderful device:

Litter level indicator gage. When the litter level is too low, there’s a tendency for Pearl to pee on the doorway and get urine on the entry. This may be caused by her getting confused when the litter level is too low and therefore she misses her mark (bear in mind, too, she’s an unusually messy cat and this might not happen with other cats). At any rate, you have to watch the litter level. Conversely, when the litter level is too high, the red button illuminates and the device stops indicating there’s too much weight. So you have to take care not to load it too much. It would be great if there was some sort of gage that told you how full it was, something that said, “Low, Med, Just Right,” so that as you added litter, you could stop before you had to scoop it back out again.

A litter flap. There’s no dedicated place to easily add litter to the device. You either have to reach in through the cat entry or push the black poo doors open and add it through the side. Either way is a bit awkward and/or icky. A litter flap near the top that permitted you to easily pour it in and possibly see a litter level indicator gage at the same time would be fabulous.

A 24 hour timer. The device is fairly quiet. But in the dead of the night, the noise of the device wakes me up. I purchased a separate timer and have it set so that it only cycles during waking hours.

Filter. When Pearl poos, she buries it in litter. This does two things: it dries out the poo and masks the odor. The problem is that after seven minutes, the poo is sifted out of the litter, falls into the drawer, and is exposed to air. The drawer has holes in it for ventilation and the scent of poo comes out. This is partly remedied by the timer I mentioned above; by setting the device to only clean a certain number of times a day, I reduce the likelihood of dropping fresh, smelly poo into the drawer, or at least, when I’m around to smell it. I just visited the website and discovered they now offer this exact filter I have described. I might try it out or I might not; they seem a bit pricey and the timer works fine.
Filters now available!

Other things to consider when owning a Death-Star Poopy Box:

It’s really big. And awkward. It’s about the size of a small office/dorm fridge. I recommend storing it in a closet with a sliding door that you leave partly ajar so your cat can slip inside. I discreetly run an extension cord into the closet. I also have textured mats that I run along the inside length of the closet to collect bits of litter that stick to Pearl’s paws to help reduce tracking.

But it doesn’t smell! Every other litter box I’ve had absorbs the smell of the waste, so that even when the box is fresh, it still smells awful. This one doesn’t. The only times I smell anything are when it’s overdue to be changed, when Pearl peed on the doorway because I didn’t have enough litter inside, or on rare occasion when a fresh poo falls in the drawer and I’m around to smell it (again, remedied by the external timer or the filters now available for purchase).

Final note: I love it. I don’t want to have a cat without it. Now if only Litter-Robot would take care of the pet hair, too. That’d be true kitty nirvana.

Photos of Venice

May 26th, 2008

I still haven’t taken any photos, so here’s a few I snatched off the internet to give you a flavor of where I’m at.

Venice Beach, where I’m learning to surf!
Venice Beach:  Where I learn to surf!

Venice Beach, basketball courts. Just behind and to the left of the courts, there is a pretty nice public restroom with outdoor showers where all the cool surfers rinse off after a dive in the surf. Fresh water never tasted so good!
Venice Beach, basketball courts.

Venice Beach, rollerblading along the strand. It’s what this surfer does when she can’t surf.
22 miles of bicycling and rollerblading fun along the ocean!  You can't beat this.

Venice Beach, merchants and tourists. Here’s the obligatory photo of the Venice street merchants. I suppose I should also have one of Muscle Beach (yes, it really exists and yes, there are some seriously huge men who work out there), but I don’t have any photos, so there. Go Google some :).
Venice merchants selling their wares.

It’s Official! I’m a Surfer!

May 11th, 2008

This weekend was exhilarating! I caught 7 waves and got up on all of them! 4 of them, I stood completely erect and 3 of them, I was kneeling on one knee.

The grace and energy of wave power is an awesome thing. There’s no feeling like it as you feel the surge of the wave lift you up. It’s so gentle as it picks you up and carries you away. Once I pop up on the board (surfing term for quickly going from on your belly to standing), I jump off out of sheer excitement. I just can’t stay on for long, I’m so excited! “Ah! I’m up! (pause) Ok, now jump!” Splash.

So the solution for that was to kneel on my board instead of standing straight up. This helped build confidence and to savor the excitement as I rode my board. As a result, the knee patches on my wetsuit accumulated a lot of wax from the board. My surfing buddy, not one to miss an innuendo said, “Looks like you spend a lot of time on your knees.” Nice one. :)

Wetsuits rock. If I said it before, it’s worth repeating: They make me feel like a superhero. There was a lot of debris in the water this weekend, including 2 jellyfish. I was leery, but my surfing buddy and wetsuit assured me it was fine. Still, it was kinda gross and made me squirm a bit to walk barefoot on kelp debris. I could get little booties, but I’m still learning and I want to feel with my feet where the wax is on my board so I don’t slip.

And I had my first collision with another surfer. It was pretty funny because I hadn’t had the need to turn my board up until then. We were both on our bellies, heading towards shore on a wave we caught. He was on my left and I couldn’t get my board to turn right. So when we bumped I said, “Sorry,” reached out, gently grabbed his right arm, and tried to push myself away. It didn’t work, ha! And I just kept gently bumping up against him and his board as the wave continued on. I was so embarrassed. Finally, I figured out that pushing away wasn’t going to work and I tried leaning really hard to the right to the point where I thought I might tip over. But I didn’t. Instead, I rocketed away to the right. It was awesome! And I actually rode along the length wave for the first time instead of being pushed by it. So cool. Side note: He was kinda cute! I wasn’t really all that sorry for bumping into him. ;)

I gently bruised my right knee this weekend. I’m definitely getting better if that’s the only injury I suffered. I know how I got it and it really sucks; I got it from jumping on my board because I land mostly on my right knee. So when I went to grab a wave, it hurt a bit each time. Glad I didn’t bruise so much this time. Not because I don’t think my war wounds aren’t pretty - they are! And I’m proud of them because of the achievement they represent. However, other people don’t seem particularly keen on them - probably because their imaginations don’t envision me surfing and getting stabbed in the arm by my surfboard.

And the best thing is that my mood has improved. The benefits of a fullbody workout for several hours every weekend are starting to take effect. I’m singing at work now. Little things that used to make me frustrated don’t seem even half as traumatic as they used to. And I like it. A lot. This completely explains the totally laid-back attitude surfers enjoy; it’s simply a sustained natural high from all the exercise they get in one of the most beautiful and peaceful settings imaginable: the ocean. I still enjoy the gentle ache in my muscles at the end of the day and the tension in my body when I stretch. I haven’t noticed any increase in muscle tone, but I know it isn’t getting any worse.

And for food lovers out there, here’s the absolute best part. What do surfers eat after a few hours at the beach? Anything they want! Afterwards, my buddy and I went to his favorite burger spot where I devoured a huge carne asada burger, sweet potato fries, onion rings, and a strawberry shake. Yum!

Maiden Voyage Wipe-Out

May 5th, 2008

Sunday morning, the waves were small and winds were calm. It was too early to pick up my new board from the surf shop (they had to install the fins), so I borrowed my buddy’s 7′ and dived into the surf in my new wetsuit. And like before, it went great. Grabbed a few waves and rode them into shore with an occassional, “Yeehaaaaa!” thrown in.

I tired myself out a bit too much, though. By evening time, I was still tired but the waves were bigger and I had my new 8′4″ board that I was itching to try. Newly waxed, I took it into the surf. The waves were big and it was windy. The water was mostly whitewash (choppy, strong, and white). Not for the weak or timid - but I learned that a few hours later ;).

The bigger board was more difficult to handle, I discovered. I thought it would be more stable. True enough, but difficult to manuever and I got my first surfing injury (glad I didn’t go for the full 9′ board as originally planned!). While catching a wave, my board dipped under the water and when it came back up, it turned on edge and hit me in the chin. I now sport a small red bruise on the end of my chin. My buddy was surprised I didn’t call it a day because I really bit it hard on that one. But after pausing for a bit, I went back in for more. Next injury was a nice 4″ diameter bruise to my right tricep after losing control on another wave. It’s a really pretty purple.

I toughed it out and still had a good time. At the end of the day as I peeled out of my wetsuit like a sticky banana (”Give me back my foot!”), I assessed the damage and found no fewer than 8 bruises on my hips, knees, and shins.

I learned some good lessons that day.
1) If you get separated from your board, keep it between you and the shore or you’ll get hurt. Ha!
2) When you give up your ride to keep from damaging your fins in the shallows, drag your feet. Rolling off the board will turn you into the waves and you’ll get a face full of sea water up your nose.
3) It’s a leash, not a tether. And have the leash trailing off the back of your ankle.

No pics of me surfing yet. I’ll work on that one. Hopefully, this weekend. It’s a really cute board. White with pink stripes and a big pink flower in the middle. By chance, it matches my black wetsuit with pink and white detail. I think I’ll paint my nails to match. :)

Dangerous When Wet

May 2nd, 2008

I am now the proud owner of a wetsuit and board!

It was easier to find a suit than I thought it would be. Those guys in the surf shops really know their stuff. Plus, I had the assistance of my Venice friend who had a good chuckle listening to the sounds of me wrestling and bouncing up and down while trying on wetsuits.

My surfboard takes its maiden voyage this Sunday.

I'm an O'Neill girl!  Here I am in my 3:2 Epic.

IM Musings - Episode 1

May 1st, 2008

I got this crazy idea to blog some of the conversations I have on IM. Here’s one from early this morning. After a long day of Six Sigma Green Belt training, I came home and crashed. Then I woke up around midnight and stayed up for a bit. This is what happened…

[01:43] secretnamegoeshere: in any event, i think i’m going to hit the hay
[01:43] misti: I hav an odd fetish
[01:43] secretnamegoeshere: haha, ok, let’s hear it
[01:43] misti: I like to eat popcorn without my hands
[01:43] misti: I pick it up with my tongue
[01:43] misti: it sticks
[01:43] misti: I love it
[01:43] secretnamegoeshere: …
[01:43] misti: I told you!
[01:43] secretnamegoeshere: i’m not sure what the response to that is, honestly :)
[01:44] misti: well
[01:44] secretnamegoeshere: what is it about it that appeals to you?
[01:44] misti: it just fascinates me that it sticks so well
[01:44] misti: like… just gently touch it
[01:44] misti: kapow! stickage!
[01:44] misti: just a tiny corner
[01:44] misti: kapow! stickage!
[01:44] misti: the whole thing just goes whoosh in your mouth
[01:44] secretnamegoeshere: see, you’re a bad influence, now i know i’m going to start doing this
[01:45] misti: it’s weird because you’d think the weight of the popcorn would make it fall, right?
[01:45] misti: no!
[01:45] misti: it just sticks there!
[01:45] misti: I wave my tongue around
[01:45] misti: still sticks!
[01:45] secretnamegoeshere: you crack me up
[01:45] misti: ;)
[01:45] secretnamegoeshere: it’s like something new every day
[01:45] misti: Whee!
[01:46] secretnamegoeshere: so maybe i’ll just go to sleep and contemplate the revelation of your popcorn tounging

“You can pee in it.”

April 29th, 2008

That was the first thing he told me when he offered to loan me his wetsuit.
“Dude, I am not going to pee in your wetsuit,” I replied.
“It’s ok. I won’t tell anyone.”
“No really, that’s gross.”
He insisted, “There’s two types of surfers: the kind that pee in their wetsuit and the kind that lie about it.”
“Ok, I am NOT going to rent a wetsuit. Buying it straight up. New.”
Then he swore to me that he’s never peed in his suit. I don’t want to think about it. He’d been pulling my leg all day and he’s got a fantastic sense of humor, even after I beat him at Guitar Hero 3.

We were in Venice and headed out to the surf. It was blazing hot and the wetsuit became an oven. Once we hit the water, the wetsuit became a refuge from the cold. I hadn’t surfed since I was 12 years old. My last surfing experience involved a mean wave in South Carolina that literally beat the snot out of me. But this went really well! I caught 5 waves that I rode all the way in and had an absolute blast. Next time, I’ll try standing… ha, ha, ha! Hopefully, next time will be this weekend. I’m hooked (again!) and looking to buy a wetsuit and a longboard.

The most dangerous thing in the water.

Baja Travesia!

March 30th, 2008

Just got home today from the Baja Travesia in Mexico. Much to my surprise, I was part of the race. While the racers were biking, kayaking, hiking, running, and paddleboarding from San Felipe across the mountains to Ensenada, the crews had a race of their own!

Photos are coming (I snapped over 500 photos!) but just to give you a little hint of what’s to come, I posted this to the Dirty Avocados website (this was the team that I crewed for):

“Cost for a racer to compete in Baja Travesia: $600 (American).
Cost of toilet paper for banos: 50 pesos.
Your best friend finding out you drove her truck into a ditch from all the chatter about the blog postings before you could tell her yourself: Priceless.

Love you, Jen. Maybe we should take my Miata surfing? You drive. :D”

On the Sole Baja Travesia website (official race site), I posted:

“I just wish this hadn’t been my first experience with Adventure
Racing. This wasn’t just a race for racers - the crew raced across
the land, too! What a rush!

If I could do it all over again, I would have painted racing stripes
on the truck and hired a pit crew.

Thanks for a great time, guys!”

Oxymoron: Obliged Good Samaritan

March 11th, 2008

* I initially wrote this blog when I was a tad grumpy. I’ve reduced it to the bare essential: a word of caution for those who get their certification. *

According to the instructor, OSHA requires anyone with First Aid or CPR training to help an injured coworker whether or not the employer provided the training. OSHA law holds true whether you’re at a work facility or an off-site location. This is in stark contrast to the Good Samaritan stance that California has where people are not required, but rather encouraged, to help.

Please be safe and keep this in mind wherever you go. Contracting an illness while rendering aid is rare but the risks exists.


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