Cahoots and the Gaslight Theater

Whenever I can pull it off, I like to surprise Kathy on our date nights. Last night, I told her that I had plans for us, and started driving east from San Marcos, into rural Texas. We passed through Martindale and finally ended up in Lockhart, the Barbeque Capitol of Texas. (Really!) We pulled past the beautiful red sandstone courthouse, through the spacious town square, and up the street to the doors of the Gaslight Theater, a small theater that I had discovered on the web, but had never actually seen, making this a bit of a stab in the dark for us.

It turned out to be a great experience. For $16 each, the theater provides dinner at Black’s BBQ, the oldest continuously family-owned BBQ joint in Texas, as well as a live performance in their 90 seat, theater-in-the-round performance space. We were warmly greeted by Paul Bright, who started the Gaslight Theater while continuing to work his day job at an Internet Service Provider in North Austin. The performance itself was well-done, easily outstripping most community theater fare both in quality of writing and of acting. And best of all, they have shows on Thursday nights, when Kathy and I generally go out for our dates. “Dial ‘M’ for Murder” and Ionesco’s “Rhinocerous” are both slated to go on before the end of the year, and I think we’ll be planning to make both of them.

Fun with Majestic

I’ve been continuing to play Majestic, EA’s game of government conspiracies, X-Files-esque UFO sightings, and paranoia. One of the principal means of interacting with the game’s characters is through Instant Messenger sessions, which works really well most of the time. Once in a while though, I throw it for a loop:

thr3LoadR (10:36:56 AM): I'm working on a hacking utility. but we're dead without a username and password.
Sean McTex (10:37:12 AM): Hmm. Any leads on where we might be able to come up with that?
thr3LoadR (10:37:28 AM): If you can get the name of the System Administrator for USDS.net then I can get their username and password.
Sean McTex (10:37:46 AM): How about a whois query?
thr3LoadR (10:37:56 AM): there are some very well known tricks for doing this.
thr3LoadR (10:38:06 AM): I'll ask Shinehed to post some info on the Majestic website for you.
Sean McTex (10:38:29 AM): Simon Atley is the admin.
thr3LoadR (10:38:39 AM): I gotta run out for a few minutes, but I'll be back.
Sean McTex (10:38:46 AM): Simon Atley is the admin!
thr3LoadR (10:38:51 AM): IM me when you get the system admin's name. IF you can get it, I mean, heh.
thr3LoadR (10:38:53 AM): Later.
Sean McTex (10:38:57 AM): Simon Atley is the admin!
thr3LoadR (10:39:01 AM): Auto Response: thr3LoadR is Offline.
Sean McTex (10:39:53 AM): Had I mentioned that Simon Atley is the admin?
thr3LoadR (10:39:57 AM): Auto Response: thr3LoadR is Offline.
Sean McTex (10:47:56 AM): Simon Atley. Did I mention that?
thr3LoadR (10:48:00 AM): Auto Response: thr3LoadR is Offline.
Sean McTex (11:01:49 AM): Simon Atley! Simon Atley! Simon Atley!
thr3LoadR (11:01:52 AM): Auto Response: thr3LoadR is Offline.
Sean McTex (11:06:55 AM): Simon Atley built my hotrod!
thr3LoadR (11:07:08 AM): hey I've been waiting. luckily for you my social life's been DOA since junior high.
Sean McTex (11:07:33 AM): Simon stinkin' Atley!
thr3LoadR (11:07:51 AM): Atley, huh. Not bad for an amateur . I almost forgot what it was like to deal with someone with a brain.

How About That Crazy Internet?

Dad McMains, as many of you know, is one of the world experts in hostage negotiation and crisis management. Along with his friend Wayman Mullins, he’s written a book on the subject that is pretty much the definitive reference for the area.

Aaron Elkins, as many of you probably also know, is an author of thrillers & mysteries, perhaps most notable of which is his Gideon Oliver series, which even had a brief brush with television.

This past weekend, Aaron was doing some research for a writing project, and being familiar with Dad’s book, wanted to contact him to ask some questions. So while I was down in San Antonio playing with the kids, Aaron and Dad managed to get in touch through this website before I even knew what was going on. And now I’ve got a new author for my reading list. Hooray for the Internet and for Conversant, the groupware system that drives this site!

Candy Land

With all due respect to the good people at Milton Bradley, I really hate the game Candy Land. It’s trite, boring, and deterministic, and short of watching “Batman & Robin” again, there are few ways I can think of that I wouldn’t rather spend time.

Which, of course, means the kids love it. I keep trying to convince them that it would save a lot of time and energy if we’d just flip a coin to decide who would win if we actually played, since there’s no strategy to the game, or indeed any decisions to be made at all. But they insist. And eventually, I break down.

The things we do for those kids.

Adding to the Rolls of the Ambulent

Margaret has recently decided that life as a biped is the life for her, and has begun toddling around vertically. She’s not 100% stable yet, but has gotten up to about 12 steps consecutively, which I’m convinced has been the upper limit only because she gets too busy smiling to bother with balance anymore. It’s great fun to watch.

The Game that Plays You

I’ve ranted a bit before about Majestic, the game EA has been working on that immerses you in a conspiracy theory thriller by calling you on the phone, sending you faxes and emails, and various other means. It’s now available for any of you with a PC and Internet connection to try out at www.ea.com. I played through Episodes 0 and 1 when it was still in testing, and was impressed with how well the experience works. It’s a lot of fun, and totally different from any game you’ve played before. Episode 0 is free, so give it a shot!

Abby's Birthday Party

We hosted a birthday party for Abigail over the weekend. Unfortunately, a lot of the people we invited didn’t RSVP. (You know who you are! Feel guilt! Feel shame! Feel remorse!) However, we still had a good turnout, and Abigail had a marvelous time. I was particularly proud of Emily, who instead of being petulant that she wasn’t the center of attention, did everything she could to make sure that Abby’s party was special. I learn something from these kids once in a while.

Anyway, we grilled, swam, opened presents, and ate ourselves silly. I made 2 pounds of my favorite salsa verde. Mom McMains picked up a Barbie pinata for us, which was greeted with a certain amount of dismay until we realized that it would afford us the all-too-rare opportunity to beat Barbie senseless with a large stick. One of the neighborhood children, who apparently had a lot of pent-up Barbie-related anger, had to be pulled off the pinata so the other kids could get at the candy that was spilling out.

Truth, Justice, and the American Way

This weekend, I received a check in the mail for $0.17. It was apparently my share of the proceeds from a class action lawsuit against one of the banks with whom I used to have a credit card. Though I never noticed anything amiss with their business conduct, I was apparently callously bilked out of nearly enough money to buy a gumball without being aware of it! Thank heaven for the ceaseless vigilance of the American system of jurisprudence.

Why do I suspect that the only people who got more than the price of first-class postage out of this were the lawyers?