Ah, the purple horizon… the yellow cubic obstacles… the green bullets… the red enemy tanks.
This is Spectre VR, a game I used to play in the early 90’s on my Macintosh LC. I was good at it too. I found me a copy and it turns out I can still run it on my Powerbook.
I wonder if I can find someone to play me over the network (AppleTalk anyone?).
And to all those women who will find me even more attractive after reading this entry about my tank maneuvering skills: Yes, I will let you win. Once.
Meet Curtis, my new dog.
Many people have suggested that I should get a dog.
I finally decided to do it. I went to a local pet store and they had tens of different puppies of all kinds. But it was one small puppy that caught my attention. And my heart. Its beautiful yellow eyes were looking straight at me, saying: "take me home, daddy".
And so I did.
Meet Curtis, my new dog. He’s the best dog you could ask for. He’s quiet, green, small, sheds no hair and very rarely barks. If you step on his tail he will happilly grow a new one.
Curtis likes to eat bugs and to play with a rubber ball. He spends most of his time under the stove.
Curtis makes my home feel more like a home.
Emergency landing
Originally uploaded by kirsch.
When falling down, use your hands and not your head to break the fall.
This is me after our last soccer game. As you can see, I had sort of a rough landing. This picture was taken about 1 hour after the event.
Next time, I’ll do my best efforts to land on a softer part of my body.
And before you ask:
Thank you for your wishes.
This morning, as I’m waiting for the plumber to arrive to fix a leaky pipe, I get a call from the plumbing company: The plumber will be late, he had to go take care of a gas emergency.
Does this mean he had one too many bean burritos for dinner?
I am terrible at remembering birthdays. I’m great at remembering the words for the spanish-version theme songs of early 80’s cartoons.
I know my birthday, both my brother’s birthday, one of my cousin’s birthday (Jan 1 – easy), and then a bunch more that I remember by association (i.e. Jorge Guttman – a day after Jaco, Ricky Hemilon – three days after me, Chaparro and Correa – the same day, I don’t know which) and that’s pretty much it. I’m pretty sure both my parent’s birthday is in June or July, roughly.
However, I’ve become very fond of my quite up-to-date Addressbook (which contains 660 entries as of today, many of them with the person’s photo and all! I have it on my computer, I sync it up and down to my iPod, to .Mac, to my cellphone, to Moi’s computer, etc.
Today, I learned that you can add the person’s birthday to their card. I also learned you can use iCal to automatically show all the birthday’s as a calendar. I already knew you can use .Mac to publish calendars as webpages from iCal (and others can even subscribe to them so that they show up in their own iCal)… Put these things together and we get:
It sounds like a lot of work, but it’s actually is not that bad. I already had many birthdays in iCal so I’ll need to put them in the Addressbook. It may take me a year but I’ll do it.
In the meantime, you can post your birthday (year and all) in the comments. That will get you in my calendar and will guarantee a birthday present from me. Check it out, you may already be there!
[Update Jan 14, 2006]: Credit goes to Samuel Sandler. He sends a list of all the birthdays of everyone in the Sandler side of my family every year. I copied them into this calendar. That’s why there are so many Sandlers, not because I love them more than the others. I’m missing pretty much all the Kirsch side. Your input is welcome.
Welcome to "Photo of the day" the newest category in The Marcos Kirsch Experience.
In here, I will post images that either bring out the best of each one of us or provoke strong emotions. I will post them everyday, or anytime I feel like it because this is my blog and I can do whatever I want in it.
Today’s photo is courtesy of a Mr. Cesar Reza (el Güero de Terranova) from Monterrey, Nuevo León. Meet Devastatin’ Dave The Turntable Slave. Meet his cool sunglasses and even cooler gloves that make Michael Jackson look like a pedophile. I hope to grow up to be a fine man like Devastatin’ Dave. I want my hair to look like his and my black leather pants to fit like his. Follow the link to hear some of his finest work.
Another year flies by.
This blog has now been online for exactly three years. It has grown from being the little website that could to the big blog no one cares about. I want to thank our wonderful team of editors, writers, illustrators, designers and our marketing department. Without you, none of this would have been possible. And to our readers… who am I kidding. There are no readers.
Image courtesy of Disembedded.
If I’m walking around saying "Estoy loco. Chido bato loco" out loud… Does that make me crazy? Or does it simply mean that I had too much coffee and chocolate cake?
Comment below. Thank you for your input.
The Rosetta Whiteboard
Originally uploaded by kirsch.
This whiteboard is hanging very close to my office. It used to be mostly blank (except for the RF Group title, which is the group behind this column) for a long time, until someone wrote "Hello" on it. It then quickly evolved as people added their language of choice to it, including some very clever entries such as Vulcan and C++ (but no Klingon!).
There are other not so clever entries… such as "Mexican" and "Real Mexican". I don’t know who the comedic genius that wrote those is (not me) but I have a pretty good idea of whom it may have been.
Adiós.
-"14 hours"
-"What is the length of the nap I took yesterday?"