The past twelve hours (my entire day, really) have gone by in a blur.
I woke up at eleven, surprised that it was eleven. According to my calculations, that's eleven hours of sleep. That's like two nights worth.
I finished The Force Unleashed with some mild disappointment; I powered through it over the weekend, smiling with nerd-excitement over the story (basically, a new star wars movie). Everything was rosey until some cringe-inducing love story bits soured the fan service.
Afterward, over some frozen pizza, I messed around in the LittleBigPlanet beta. I tried my hand at level creation, but ended up deleting my wooden-block mess. Some user created levels burned another hour of my time, and I had a lot of fun but I'm starting to wonder if the game is for me.
The only human interaction I had today was when I took The Force Unleashed back to the movie rental store. The clerk behind the counter took my disc, I picked up Silent Hill, and then another clerk checked me out. It was nice to see some people. Oh, and I played Counter-Strike with some Russians today. Judging from their tone, I think they were being assholes.
And that's pretty much been my day.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Day at the fair.
Let's say you're in the mood for some fried pickles. Also, maybe you want to watch a pot-bellied pig race while soaking up that pickle grease. And if you're in a really mood, let's say you wanted to hear a foul-mouthed clown on top of it all. Where could you find all of that?
Well, there's only one answer: The Georgia State Fair.
Oddly enough, Lindsey and I both woke up this morning craving exactly that (and at the same time, no less). So, we scavenged up some courage and hit the road.
We got there fairly early, in time to have most of the midway to ourselves. Now, that ultimately means two things: you can ride whatever rickety ride you want, without waiting in puke stained line and that every carnie in the place wants you to throw balls at their stack of blocks. First things first, if you're going to the fair for the rides, then you're probably going for the wrong reason. Each and every ride is designed to put that funnel cake back into the circle of life. The rides are scary for all the wrong reasons and can sometimes (most of the time) be painful. Highlight of ride buffet: watching the bored carnie (the one that checked to make sure you were strapped in tight) sit across from you in his own ride and through his hands in the air as the puke-o-whirl makes it's laps.
Midway carnies are relentless now. Walking down the midway is like walking into a bad convenience store after midnight, but instead of "hey buddy, spare some change?" it's "hey man, I'll let you toss three of these rings for ten bucks!" I'm not a gullible person at all, but one actually tricked me. "Hey, go ahead and throw the dart, it's on the house!" I figured that since we were the only people in non-carnival uniform he'd seen all day, we were actually getting a free game. I motioned Lindsey to take the dart (chivalry, not dead) and she reluctantly gave it a throw, popping no less than 6 balloons, leaving me to believe that these balloons had had a rough life and were eager to go. Our slick swindler looked us over "Wow! I think the balloons are afraid of you. Tell you what, I'll let you throw the dart again for $5 and you can have any prize you want!"
Besides the midway, there's the non-scary part of the fair, and there's enough material there for an entire grad school class to write their dissertations. Highlights include an old man, wearing a bee t-shirt and holding a bug zapper, selling every homemade honey product you could imagine, an Elvis impersonator with a full band, a performing eight year old jump rope group (these kinds had been clearly slave trained), and every kind of fried food imaginable, some even unimaginable. And apparently, people just bring their livestock to hang out for a few days.
I think all-in-all we had an amazing time (a++++ seller, would deal with again). It was nice to get out of our little shit town for the day, even if from the outside it seemed like we were escaping jail to go to prison.
Just remember, if you ever go, don't eat fried pickles before you ride anything.
Well, there's only one answer: The Georgia State Fair.
Oddly enough, Lindsey and I both woke up this morning craving exactly that (and at the same time, no less). So, we scavenged up some courage and hit the road.
We got there fairly early, in time to have most of the midway to ourselves. Now, that ultimately means two things: you can ride whatever rickety ride you want, without waiting in puke stained line and that every carnie in the place wants you to throw balls at their stack of blocks. First things first, if you're going to the fair for the rides, then you're probably going for the wrong reason. Each and every ride is designed to put that funnel cake back into the circle of life. The rides are scary for all the wrong reasons and can sometimes (most of the time) be painful. Highlight of ride buffet: watching the bored carnie (the one that checked to make sure you were strapped in tight) sit across from you in his own ride and through his hands in the air as the puke-o-whirl makes it's laps.
Midway carnies are relentless now. Walking down the midway is like walking into a bad convenience store after midnight, but instead of "hey buddy, spare some change?" it's "hey man, I'll let you toss three of these rings for ten bucks!" I'm not a gullible person at all, but one actually tricked me. "Hey, go ahead and throw the dart, it's on the house!" I figured that since we were the only people in non-carnival uniform he'd seen all day, we were actually getting a free game. I motioned Lindsey to take the dart (chivalry, not dead) and she reluctantly gave it a throw, popping no less than 6 balloons, leaving me to believe that these balloons had had a rough life and were eager to go. Our slick swindler looked us over "Wow! I think the balloons are afraid of you. Tell you what, I'll let you throw the dart again for $5 and you can have any prize you want!"
Besides the midway, there's the non-scary part of the fair, and there's enough material there for an entire grad school class to write their dissertations. Highlights include an old man, wearing a bee t-shirt and holding a bug zapper, selling every homemade honey product you could imagine, an Elvis impersonator with a full band, a performing eight year old jump rope group (these kinds had been clearly slave trained), and every kind of fried food imaginable, some even unimaginable. And apparently, people just bring their livestock to hang out for a few days.
I think all-in-all we had an amazing time (a++++ seller, would deal with again). It was nice to get out of our little shit town for the day, even if from the outside it seemed like we were escaping jail to go to prison.
Just remember, if you ever go, don't eat fried pickles before you ride anything.
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