- BEFORE: “We’re flying you to Columbus, Ohio for training.” I’m not sure if that’s going to be better or worse than “PowerPoint hell.”
- I haven’t flown since 2010, so this is going to be interesting.
- It will also be interesting to compare this to my recent Amtrak trip to Dallas (see previous post).
- I recently moved, and I’m so glad I got my new driver’s license beforehand due to airport security. The picture on the new license is also of my currently less-fat self.
- Dear Uber driver: This is Texas. Turn on your gol-dang air conditioner.
- TRIP TO COLUMBUS: TSA was quick and pleasant; any delays were self-imposed.
- Then again, not having to do the TSA dance is a point in Amtrak’s favor
- Then again, an Amtrak to nearby Cincinnati would have taken nearly 2 days.
- The rollers on the X-Ray scanner quit rolling so we got held up just a little.
- I got to be zapped by the full-body scanner so I may be a little glowy while in Columbus.
- You’re darn skippy I’m going to savor every drop of this $3.25 airport Coca-Cola Zero
- Does wearing a Green Lantern ring qualify someone as a peace officer? Asking for a friend
- Coughing at the airport and thinking I should have had some Vitamin C with breakfast this morning
- Flying Southwest. Boarding group: C I guess I’m getting a window seat.
- Make that a center seat, which goes to show how long it’s been since I last flew.
- Amtrak seats are definitely better than airplane seats.
- Takeoffs make me a mite nervous, dunno that I’ll ever get used to it
- Seatmates aren’t very chatty but I have a slight headache so no biggie
- Actually, I talked a little with the gal who had the window seat…good luck with the marketing business!
- Other passengers: Read books and stories. Me: Write some 😉
- While I have a spare phone battery, I’m trying to keep from using it.
- I wonder how long it takes the plane to get out of Texas?
- Pretzels and cheese sandwich crackers. Mmm.
- Thing I forgot: Water bottle, which would have come in handy after the snack.
- I feel obligated to share my ‘peanut story’ with seatmates. Sorry.
- We’re all “random weirdos” here
- Complimentary drinks are a point in flying’s favor over Amtrak, but not so much due to the 4-ounce cups that are served.
- Tail’s dragging today; I stayed up way too late getting ready for the trip after driving up from Corpus Christi in the morning.
- I would like to sleep but I just can’t nod off on the plane. Being in the center seat doesn’t help.
- Thought about bringing my tablet along instead of my laptop but decided not to. After trying to type on the plane all squished up I definitely should have bought the tablet instead.
- Slight layover at Chicago Midway International. Part of me wishes I’d bought my fursuit along BECAUSE BEARS.
- Home Run Pizza hit the spot.
- I’m jonesing for some ice cream and I can’t find any at the airport. COME ON MAN
- At a Chicago airport yogurt shop:
“Finally, some ice cream!”
“It’s frozen yogurt, sir.”
“Don’t ruin this for me, please.”
“Yes, sir. It’s ice cream.”
- I just realized I should have worn something Texan but settled for furry instead. Oh well.
- I should have bought a bear souvenir while in Chicago. I HAVE FAILED MY PEOPLE.
- Head attendant on the second flight was kind of a wisenheimer, but he was a funny wisenheimer.
- Seatmates were glued to their phones on the second flight up.
- So was I. Yes, they had in flight WiFi, which we didn’t have on the flight to Chicago.
- Southwest Airlines Wi-Fi had 80s music, which made for a more pleasant flight!
- The presence of Wi-Fi is another point in air travel’s favor, though to get actual Internet you have to pay. I dug the site where you can see your flight progress, though.
- Saw a seatmate playing Solitaire on his phone. Nice.
- Grey and rainy in Columbus. Just as well, given that I’m here for work!
- TRIP HOME: Got an email saying my flight home to San Antonio is delayed a half-hour. Crap.
- Having a company credit card means overpriced airport food is no biggie
- Thanks to my Furry Invasion t-shirt, I got to explain furry to a TSA agent in Columbus, Ohio.
- His coworker helped out, which made me wonder if she had something to share with the class. Hmm.
- Nearly showed up late to my flight home because I thought the plane was delayed (see #44)
- Was relieved to be in Group B for boarding which meant that I may be able to avoid another flight in the middle seat/steerage.
- Plane was only half-filled so I got an aisle seat for the flight home…in the same aisle with a toddler.
- Seatmate had a small dog in a carrier on the floor. Awww!
- Nothing says I’M A FURRY like watching the Walt Disney version of Robin Hood on your laptop for in-flight entertainment
- I was the only one who ordered ginger ale on the trip home so I got the whole can. Score!
- Arrived back home on time, which has me slightly irked at the time goof-up.
- Overall, flying wasn’t bad, though I would definitely take an Amtrak over it if I had the time: No TSA, roomier seats, lounge and dining cars, people appear more relaxed, and the ability to walk around the train make the train a much more pleasant experience.
You are listening to ‘300 Seconds with Eduardo Soliz,’ and this is episode number 95, “Home Less,” so let the 300 Seconds begin!
Because life (or something like it) happened, I sold my house a few months ago. Thus, after five years, I’m no longer a homeowner, and there are a few things I already miss about having a house.
To begin with, there is the notion that the place where I live is no longer ‘my’ place anymore. I’m staying with some friends for the short term, and God bless ’em, because they’ve been pretty awesome. At the same time, their house isn’t my house, you know? When I owned my house, I could do whatever I wanted to, like using an old CD to fix a hole in the drywall or putting the TV set in front of the fireplace. That feeling of ‘ownership’ is pretty nice and the lack thereof will continue to bother me until I own my home again.
I never had a garage growing up; my parent’s house didn’t have one, and so I didn’t see a need for one on the rare occasions when I was offered one as an option when leasing an apartment. Once I started making use of my house’s garage, though, I loved it. I remember being at the laundromat folding clothes one day, when it started raining. I grumped about the rain for a few moments before coming to the delightful realization that I HAD A GARAGE AND I DIDN’T HAVE TO GET WET. I got spoiled by having a garage; now I have to park my vehicle outside and have it, and me, get rained on. But at least I have a place to park at, at my friend’s house; I’m really not looking forward to fighting with fellow apartment dwellers for prime parking places in the future.
Another thing I’m going to miss is solitude. I like being by myself, especially after a day of dealing with silly people at work. This isn’t really a big deal right now, because my roommates are cool, but once I move into an apartment, having people on the other side of the wall is probably going to drive me nuts…again
But the biggest thing that I miss the most about my old house is having natural gas. It’s the best thing for cooking, it’s less expensive, and I’m sorry, but you just can’t heat tortillas properly on an electric stove or even one of those fancy pants convection ranges. And no, I am never ever, EVER going to put a tortilla into the microwave because that’s just WRONG.
This has been 300 Seconds, the next episode will be posted after I warm a tortilla in my toaster oven. I am Eduardo Soliz, if you’d like to listen to, or read, more of my words and short stories, visit my website at Eduardo Soliz dot com. Thank you for listening!
- Rainy and cold on Friday. Did the weather follow the Penny-Arcade guys down here?
- First time I’ve ever seen people scalping tickets at a con.
- Weird con idea: Coat check-in
- Found it hilarious that OG forgot his battery pack and his phone died. Seriously, dude?
- Dafuq with all the Seahawks jerseys? I thought these were supposed to be nerds?
- Nice line for Video Game Jeopardy, hope my voice holds up
- Men’s room was out of soap, hopefully that means people are using it
- Actually, I didn’t use any. Sorry, guys, I was in a hurry
- We’ve been doing Video Game Jeopardy for years and of course I goof up in front of our biggest audience by pulling up an answer when the contestant had it wrong
- The guy won easily, no harm done there. *whew*
- Despite all the Seahawks jerseys, ‘Cover Athletes’ was easily the most-hated Video Game Jeopardy! category
- Somebody actually knew the obscure Atari 2600-related answer (Pele’s Soccer) Impressive.
- The risk of picking random people for Video Game Jeopardy is that we may get folks that know little or know it all, we got two of the first and one of the second.
- Had a case of mistaken identity after Video Game Jeopardy, hadn’t had that happen in a while.
- Sorry, I have never worked at GameStop, though like many gamers, I’ve spent enough time at them for it to seem that way.
- Thought someone was giving away bean bags until I realized it was a chill area. Derp.
- Saturday-If you don’t mind walking a few blocks there’s a $2.50 per day parking lot under the freeway at E. Houston St.
- Forgot to bring my 3DS on Friday, not making that mistake again!
- I always bring a box of Rice Krispies Treats in my backpack. Just the thing to hold one over till the next meal.
- Nerds love em too, which is good for sharing
- Seriously. Anime, comic, furry, video game, whatever-con. Nerds flip for Rice Krispies Treats.
- Left my gloves at a friend’s house a few weeks ago, sure would have come in handy today!
- Random guy came up and offered me a Saturday badge because he was looking for a guy ‘with a red shirt and a fist on it.’ Lucky for him I’m honest.
- Weird thing: He apparently didn’t notice I was already wearing a badge. Hope he found who he was looking for.
- Saturday con day breakfast: Breakfast on a Bun with sausauge. If you don’t know what that is, have breakfast at Whataburger the next time you see one.
- Oh, they do have a coat check here. Cool.
- So one hall is to hold the line to get into the other one? I am a little disappoint.
- Remember when arcades weren’t just fighting games? Pepperidge Farm remembers
- Maybe its because I’ve been to E3 but my initial reaction to PAX was slightly underwhelmed
- What was there was cool, but in terms of volume, other cons have more stuff. Quality vs. quantity, I suppose.
- Also, I’m also not a OMG HARDCORE GAMER so I’m not exactly the ‘target audience.’
- Plenty of signal, no data, thanks Cricket/AT&T!
- Crisis: 3DS battery light turns red OH NOES I’LL MISS ALL THE STREETPASSES
- Nintendo: Y U NO USE USB?
- Good idea: Arriving half an hour early for a panel. Bad idea: Standing in line for about a half-hour waiting to get in
- I own an iPad mini, a Windows 8 tablet, a smartphone and still ended up using paper and pen to take my notes. Yay for dead trees!
- Weird moment: Sitting at the lower level of the Rivercenter food court eating, looking to my left, and seeing people’s feet.
- They had shoes on, so it wasn’t that bad
- Weirder moment: Seeing a Starbucks gift card next to said feet
- Weirdest moment: Asking the owners of the feet if they had dropped it
- The card wasn’t theirs and I was too honest to take it. Oh well!
- Thought I saw the paleta man but it just a bicycle-rickshaw thing BOO
- Scott Kurtz was the only celebrity I knew of, so I said hi, told him I enjoyed PvP and went on my merry way.
- I probably weirded the dude out. Sorry man, couldn’t think of anything clever.
- Booth observations: No demo, no write up.
- I also don’t think my editor is interested in Kickstarter projects.
- Saw one booth that looked like a T-shirt company-cum-game developer…huh?
- I tended to ignore booths that had ‘just another’ shooter/platformer/adventure game. Yes, I’m jaded
- No interest in mobile games, either. Sorry, guys /shrug
- Loneliest booth was probably Gamechurch.com
- Sitting across from an empty seat resting my feet and some gal just sits in it. I guess being pretty means not having manners.
- The next gal that showed up after Ms. Thing left asked if the seat was taken. Go fig.
- Not interested in swag, but Astronaut ice cream? Yes, please!
- I have no idea why they had Astronaut ice cream.
- Rest time = Streetpass harvest time!
- Losing weight is good. Having to constantly pull up my jeans is annoying, made me like a bleeping teenager
- I referred to the jean-tugs as the ‘reverse Picard maneuver’
- Lots of compliments on my ‘I can wreck it!’ shirt again, woo!
- Realized after the fact that I overpacked and should have left my Bluetooth mouse/keyboard at home.
- Observation from OG: There were no volunteers barking at attendees like at other cons
- Wonder if it’s because the attendees seem to be a mite older here?
- Regardless, perhaps other cons need to jazz up their marketing and call their volunteers something else to add prestige and respect to what is a very thankless job. “Volunteer?” Boring. “Enforcers?” Oooh.
- Not sure what I’m going to do for Sunday. I pretty much saw all the booths yesterday
- Made darn sure to charge my 3DS last night
- Also remembered to fill my water bottle before leaving the house this time. Mmm, home water.
- The weather was so nice I almost forgot my coat when I left
- Now that the event is over, I can finally delete all those ‘PLEASE COME SEE OUR STUFF’ emails from devs.
- Great, now they’re finding me on my Twitter
- Obligatory work item: My legs should not be this sore after the fact, need a gig where I *don’t* sit on my tail all day
- PAX South is probably the best fan-run gaming convention around and I can see why folks love it so. Its not really my thing; if I go next year it’ll just be for a day. Plenty of my friends had a blast, though!
Its snowing outside my window in San Antonio as I type this, and I just came back inside from taking pictures of it (that you can check out here). This is only the second time I have had the pleasure of experiencing accumulated snow in my lifetime, and it is just as fascinating as the first: five inches in Corpus Christi, Texas back on Christmas Eve 2004.
To this snow-newbie, at least, everything about snow is fascinating. The sound it makes as it falls down, the crunch of your feet as you walk on the grass, the way it covers everything in white and the eerie quiet that seems to accompany it. I love it, and I hope I get to experience it again here in South Texas.
Yeah, sure, I could go somewhere north where it snows all the time, but to have snow in an area usually associated with boiling heat and hurricanes is just wonderful. I mean, think about it, right now the Alamo is probably covered in snow…isn’t that CRAZY?
I’m sleepy from staying up to see it, but I just don’t want to go to bed. I know that if I do, when I wake up the snow will be gone and it’ll be just a cold day here in San Antonio. Even then, it was fun while it was here.
It was 25 years ago. In my hometown of Odem, Texas somewhere between eighteen and twenty-five inches of rain fell in a matter of hours. To this day, it is simply referred to as “The Flood,” and nearly every Odemite I have ever spoken to still has memories of that night.
The memories I have of that night are those of a child. Two months prior, I had turned eleven years old, and a month after that, I started the sixth grade. The playgrounds of elementary school were gone, and the steady march to becoming a teenager had begun in earnest.
I remember Tia Maria was in town visiting us, as she would do every so often. It was a Friday; and the skies getting dark as the evening progressed. The rain was welcomed at first, because we were in a bad drought. I remember wading through my backyard in waist-deep water to get to an aunt’s house, where we would stay the night. The power went out at one point, I remember a bottle of cologne being used as an improvised lamp. The water rose to the steps of my aunt’s house; some parts of the floor were wet.
I remember waking up late, my parents had already gone to the house. The power was back, I was told I had to stay at my aunt’s house, so I watched the Smurfs with one of my cousins. Once I got home, I saw the line on the walls where the water had been. My brother and I slept in bunk beds at the time, I was on the bottom bunk and my bed had been ruined by the water. My mother was upset, we had lost nearly all of our pictures, I remember stacks of ruined Polaroids; seeing rainbows of plasticky color where family memories had once been. Dad had already pulled out the carpet from the living room, he was not upset, instead he was very busy around the house, and talking on the telephone.
I remember throwing out stacks of wet magazines, and wondering if my collection of Atari 2600 cartridges would still work. I remember the truck from the Red Cross that went through our neighborhood that evening, and going out to the curb to pick up peanut butter sandwiches and lemonade. I remember hearing about the bus full of kids that got stuck and the man down the street that had to make a hole in the ceiling and roof of his house to get his family out.
The furniture and carpet would eventually be replaced, the house repaired and life would return to normal, but I doubt that anyone who lived through it will ever forget that night. Even though my own memories are the scattered remembrances of an eleven-year old, I know I won’t.