The Sims 3 is here!
So why am I on here blogging? Just typing a couple lines and uploading pics while I back up some files pre-install. Plus an XP sys restore checkpoint for good measure. (All manner of evil has happened to me during previous installs of various progs and games.) Anyway, here are the photos:
The Collectors' Edition box downstairs. Took this one with my phone after giving J' a massive hug.
The box nearly defeated me, but I prevailed. The plumb-bob is actually a 2GB thumb drive (which J says explains the high price of the CE)
Inside is a tips and tricks booklet, the instructions, stickers, download instructions for an exclusive Euro style car and the game DVD. Thankfully, it's ONE game disc this time around. The 4-disc installs with the base TS2 game was a nightmare.
Me, pleased as all get out! Time to grab J and get this install on the road... more later!
Want to read about the rebuild I did on the PC to prepare for TS3? Click here for all the blog entries.
Stress relief
It all brought back memories of The Hill back home in Jamaica.
Anyone who really knew me while I held down my former newspaper position will know that after putting the Friday pull-out to bed on Tuesdays, I always took the long way home. Sometimes Oxford Road to Old Hope Road and up through Liguanea. Other times across Hope Road, past Kings House and by Barbican Circle, always to the foot of the west side of Jacks Hill.
For a wide variety of reasons, even if I went home now I wouldn't run that route like that again. Pity though. I've not found anything that quite matches up to that hill.
(Pictured is Max, my 240SX that made my Jamaican "deployment" livable.)
New note shows someone's not paying attention
At first I passed it off to government shortsightedness. "Long time dem a fight out di dread" and such thoughts. But then today I read a Jamaica Observer story titled "It can't be Bob" that explained the law governing whose image can appear on Jamaican currency.
But according to Tony Morrison, head of the BOJ's public relations department, the criteria for selection was made soon after the country gave up using the British pound and started printing its own money in 1969.
"Only the images of national heroes and dead prime ministers go on our money. The criteria came about soon after we started using our own money," Morrison told the Observer.
To me, this simply says that we're suffering from shortsightedness of another kind. Not baldhead vs. dread, but an apparent willingness to take a second look at laws made perhaps during the first blush of emancipation. No, I'm not saying that we should have a wholesale repeal of our Constitution or all laws, but the 1969 committee addressed whether we should have our own currency and replacing the image of the queen with our national heroes. The 21st century is a different time and place (mind you, we still have the mace in Parliament as a representation of the crown, but that's for another blog on another day).
Even if the government or BOJ didn't want to tackle the law on the books, perhaps we should instead look at expanding our list of national heroes to include not only Bob, but Miss Lou.
While perhaps not on Marley's scale, Louise Bennet-Coverly is without a doubt an icon of Jamaica, known by voice or sight by anyone from the rock. She's left a long-lasting legacy that you can see to this day at May Day celebrations and at Emancipation and Independence time. (My favorite poem is Colonization in Reverse.) As far as I'm concerned is Miss Lou why nuff people feel OK speaking patois to the point where Jamaican newspapers now leave people's quotes in the vernacular instead of dressing it up as the Queen's English. Just Google Miss Lou and she's the first hit — that's an icon by 21st century standards if you ask me.
Forget the tourism impact of making Bob Marley a national hero and placing him on a bill... We missed an almost golden opportunity for change and the Lord knows we could use something for Jamaicans to rally around to build something better for our island. Since I've lived to see the loss of the $1, $2, $5, $10 and $20 bills and the addition of the $500 and $1,000 notes and I haven't been on God's earth 3 decades, I have no doubt that I'll be here when we roll out a $10,000. I just hope that the driver isn't asleep in the wheel when we pull up to that bus stop.
"If we survive this week...
Between a myriad of things at work and finishing up an outside project to meet a Friday print deadline, it was easily a week from you know where. Friday was the only day I left work before 7 p.m. and that day involved repeat trips to the printer because I had to insert "bleed" into a document on the fly (design heads will laugh, but although I knew what bleed was... I sure had never adjusted or exported a document with it before!) One night seeing me (and Moo Moo) at work until after 9 p.m. Then Tuesday night saw me up until 1:40 a.m. making sure that the outside project stayed on track because it's a group effort and I didn't want to be think weak link that prevented the whole class from graduating. Wednesday morning brought a brief respite because the group had our last session together that involved some spirited canoeing... I hit work after that and it was another 7 p.m. day. (Not to mention my shoulder felt like it'd been worked over with a 2 by 4 the next day!) Thursday saw some work group bonding at dinner time (Hub on!) and by Friday I hit the sack by 9 p.m. just exhausted.
And none of this includes any of the drama with the car that J bought in Atlanta the week before.
OK. So I've vented. But here's the amazing part. I felt wonderfully alive by the end of the week.
Working in a newsroom and on a design desk means you get to see near instant results (the group project is a map, so in a sense it's quite similar), which means screw ups can happen a lot faster and are indelible, but it's a huge rush to see what you've been busting your tail over... to be able to look and say to yourself, "I did that!" or "I was a part of that!" which is why I suppose they say hard work is good for you. It's a truly heady feeling that pushes you to work even harder (well, someone with my personality type anyway) and although there's a risk of pushing too hard and breaking down that's what your support group is for — whether work, family or good friends — with the trick being to know when to admit you need the support and accept it.
I can see where I'm starting to ramble, so I'll stop. I suppose my point is that although this week was amazingly hard. Reminiscing from the safety of my Sunday, I'm thankful I survived and I can see where it's made me a stronger person mentally and emotionally. What more can I ask for?
My own personal decadence...
- Mood: Extremely mellow
- Music: Ashley Wallbridge - Spitfire
Cinco de Mayo Playlist
01. Elevation - Biscayne (Original Mix)
02. Estiva - Fading Freedom (Original Mix)
03. Paul Trainer - Seize the Day
04. DJ Eco - Borealis (Original Mix)
05. Tritonal feat. Cristina Soto - Crash Into Reason (Moonbeam Remix)
06. Kyau & Albert - Hooked on Infinity (Club Mix)
07. Project MC - Bromley Avenue (Original Mix)
08. Element One - South Haven
09. Ashley Wallbridge - Spitfire
10. Gui Barone - Lilith (Original Mix)
11. Michael Calderone & Christopher Reddick - Sound of Flight (Original Mix)
12. Ernesto vs. Bastian - Laserbrain (Original Mix)
13. Mark Sherry & James Allan vs. Stuart Trainer - Starglow
14. Hamilton - A Limit of Perception
15. Monogato - Zero Compromise
They're also on iTunes, but unless someone wants to buy me some form of an iPod, YouTube will have to do it for now lol
Roadblock a la Facebook
Well, starting about the middle of last week, the GOJ budget discussion took center stage. And yesterday's Wall feeds have been interspersed with statuses, links and comments about various roadblocks protesting the gas tax increase. I figured this time around I'd capture a few of the comments because for me this is something new. Back in '99 if you weren't rich enough to have a cell phone, you just had to deal with the roadblocks as you came across them. Now with people Facebooking even from their phones, it seems to be a whole different ball game.
Of course, this can be both good and bad. Imagine if you have foreigners who don't know much about Jamaican culture on your friend list and they see this in their Wall Feed:
Although I suppose on one level, whether you know about Jamaican culture or not, we shouldn't tolerate people blocking the roads and disrupting the peace in this way — even if they can do it in an amazing 30 seconds flat. At the end of the day it's all part of what makes life on the rock unique.
Related links:
Protests bring disorder to Corporate Area and St. Catherine
Bogus police conning business to close early due to protests
Some things we should leave at home...
My country is schizophrenic
As for the tax, it involves collecting $8.75 per liter of gas (effective Monday!) to close a J$18.13 billion gap in the budget. I started seeing rumblings about the tax — or wait, is it a cess? Because just as in the U.S. taxes never increase... only fines, fees and levies do. Anyway, I started noticing what was happening last week, but with all the drama of the weekend — I still cannot believe plane, hijacking and Jamaica all ended up in one story — the impending gas tax announcement got pushed to the back of my mind until I saw "PM puts nation on alert" as one of the lead stories on the Jamaica Observer Web site.
Well, what's hilarious is that this month is the 10th anniversary of the riots that shut down Kingston for two days after the then-ruling PNP party announced a gas tax as part of the 1999-2000 budget. Apparently, two such riots had taken place before in 1979 and 1985. What can I say, for better (or often worse) riots and road blocks are hard currency in our form of democracy. (The outcome of the '99 riots? The government slashed the proposed tax in half.)
Now normally I have to deal with people saying, "Oh sweety, this was before your time." Well, the '99 riots were definitely MY time. I remember sitting out under the mango tree at school the Thursday morning when a classmate came in through the gate and said that "buss stop run" and since that's how I was going to get home, I headed to the pay phone at the police station to tell my Mom.
I never made a better decision than to skull the rest of school that day.
Busses weren't scarce in Liguanea, but as it headed toward Half-Way-Tree past Jamaica house there was a thick knot of people outside Jamaica House with the misshapen cardboard placards with misspelled slogans that are one of the hallmarks of any Jamaican riot. OK, fine. I was inside the bus, and they were outside the bus. Catching the second bus I needed was a whole different story. In Half-Way-Tree protestors were stoning the busses, telling the drivers to take the off the road and support the riot. The bus I caught home was actually the last bus running that route and it came under a barrage of stones as we pulled away from the curb. Heading down Dunrobin Avenue, I saw men dragging the prerequisite old furniture and appliances and tires out into the road to block the way after the bus passed and I was never so glad as when I made it home.
In retrospect, I should've been more afraid, but to a teenager this is fun stuff. I remember standing out on the avenue with my friends in the subdivision watching a chicken truck go by and hearing the men blocking the road yell, "A chicken trukc coming!" Only to have another man yell, "But is a CB chicken truck, let it through!" because Best Dressed Chicken is preferred to CB chicken in Jamaica. I do remember being more concerned though when the sound of gun shots started picking up. But while that sound in itself wasn't uncommon, tear gas wafting into your living room certainly is.
That incident and watching rioters loot an overturned rice truck on Mandela Highway pretty much live on CNN defined the riots for me. Well no, add to that seeing affluent members of society, with their BMWs parked at the foot of Beverley Hills, holding clean cartridge paper placards with neatly stenciled slogans — that defines the riots for me.
Hopefully, the duality is apparent.
As Jamaicans, we have the ability to rip ourselves apart — crime and violence truly is a problem that has a stranglehold on the country — but we also have the ability to shine on the world stage, earning the right to stand with our heads high on pondiums at top sporting events or even just smile and acknowledge that yes, our country did give the world one of its greatest musical icons.
Jamaica is a country that is on one hand amazingly "first world" — all the amenities, luxuries, cars... producing quality statesmen, scientists, teachers and leaders... but we're also painfully "third world" in our approach to many things, such as crime and corruption.
I think this where I should get off my soap box, I've rambled long enough! Hopefully, things don't degenerate as they did in 1999... we're already picking our way through fall-out from Sunday, we shouldn't add more to our plate.
The State of Trance vs. Hip-Hop, R&B & Pop
No matter the day or the mood, trance will definitely see me through. But that statement is also a sad commentary on hip-hop, R&B and pop music at the moment.
For the past few weeks I've been listening to a lot more trance than I did in the past few years. I was originally psyched about going to my first Trance Energy in Utrecht, but even after that fell through I still kept listening. I don't know if it's because local radio is garbage and that VH1 Soul and MTV Jams aren't doing a good job either, but there's just little on the hip-hop, R&B or pop scene that holds my attention right now.
I won't even touch on rap because hip-hop seems to be mirroring that genre's current every-song-revolves-around-strippers obsession. I mean OK, so T-Pain fell in love with a stripper (shoutout Rolli!) but DAMN does every striking song now have to be about climbing on the poll and makin' it rain? I know for sure all of Flo Rida's are about strippers (by the way, there IS a Lorida, Florida, in case you wanted to know) and I can only take Lil' Wayne in certain doses. I'm feeling Kanye, but he's more mellow now. R&B is one forgettable song after another. Yes, they're hot now, but in two, three years will you be able to tell me what the hot track for Spring Break 2009 was? Probably not. As for pop music? You know things are bad when I'm rocking Lady Gaga as one of my favourite track (she reminds me of the fun times I'd have belting out nonsense tunes and dancing around the living room with my Mom).
So what do I turn to when I need a musical fix so to speak? When I need something with a bassline that hasn't been chopped and screwed into infinity and just plain makes sense? (I have a highly ordered personality, forgive me.) What do I queue up when I need something that makes you stop and take a deep breath and follow the melody all the way up to the break and then the end? With or without lyrics?
Why trance of course... the harder the better. My top trackcs right now include:
And my absolute No. 1 tune right now...
DJ Yvan - Adagio for Strings (Phil Green Rework)
The '09 Rebuild Part B: Finding a Purpose
I was fiddling around with a picture frame by the TV earlier, when it struck me: The TV has a gazillion connections at the back... one of which happens to be an RGB connector with another connector for audio. So... why not build the secondary machine as a media center and slap it onto the TV? J's always watching all sorts of car vids on YouTube and other Web sites, as well as... well, other videos, so why not watch them on 37" instead of on the laptop hunched up at the dining table? As I stated my case earlier: No, it's not something I'd wake up and decide to blow money on, but since we have all the parts... why not? He likes car projects. I like computer projects.
So in short, I slapped the machine together this evening, went out to Wal-Mart after dinner and caught a great deal on a wireless Linksys PCI adapter and now I'm getting set to download XP Sp3 when we go to bed. Hopefully, tomorrow I can hook her up to the TV while J's writing his paper for school and we can see how my idea pans out... anyway, here are the pictures:
I swore my old mobo wasn't going to work because it's been on the dining table collecting dust since early last month LOL
Hand-me-down case with some handy cables (thanks guys!)
Case from the back... that plate had to go. J' had to help me get it clipped in properly because I couldn't get the mobo to fit flush up against the sucker. Tore my nail too. Beast.
My old power supply, Nvidia Geforce 7-series card, IDE DVD writer, IDE 60GB Seagate HD and miscellaneous screws and tools. You can see the IDE 80GB Western Digital that's going into my external HD case up on the counter to the right. I'll use that to transfer stuff from upstairs to downstairs.
Yes, I could setup a network. No, I don't have the patience to figure that out right now :-)
Power supply in. I'd never had to take the top of a case off before, but I guess that's what happens with a mini-case.
Things got really crowded inside the case afterward. Here's J trying to attach the reset button jumper with his teeth ;p
Me wondering if I killed the mobo when I screwed the board down to the spacer and then managed to screw everything out the base of the case... don't ask, J' figured it out.
No space for much else. She didn't power up on the first try like the primary machine, turns out I connected the power LED and not the power switch itself. But I can say that the software side has been a damn sight easier than the last time around!
Ran out and got this baby later in the evening. I was going to get a Dynex adapter originally, but this Linksys baby was on sale for only $8 more and now all our wireless adapters match out router.
- Mood: Happy... because I'm a nerd and computers bring me peace.
- Music: The hum of not one, but TWO sets of CPU and PSU fans spinning and whirring away.
The '09 Rebuild Part B
Happy Easter!
- Mood: Happy, but also sad (Mommy's funeral was six years ago today)
- Music: Donkeys being worked on COD4
The '09 Rebuild Pt. VI - Software Side
My hope was to be able to turn on the machine and have Windows and everything load without a hitch. I'm sure some people reading this are snorting in disbelief or rolling with laughter. Apparently, so much change meant Windows XP was going to lay down the law.
The neat thing is that everything powered up on the first go. Thanks to a good, detailed mobo manual, I got all the cables for the power, HDD, etc. on the front of the case right. Like I explained to J, that's as fantastic as when we did the SR20DET swap in my old 240SX coupe and wired it up and had her fire up and go the first time. The BIOS loaded everything looked all sexy and then wham blue dump screen error message.
I'll save the long drawn out details for those who want them, but the summary is that it took me about 3 days to figure out how to get my OS problems sorted out. For the life of me I couldn't get my old master drive to go slave (or primary drive to go secondary for the P.C. amongst us). I couldn't remember my admin password anyway, so there was no repairing the original install. I got XP onto the new SATA drive (at around 1 a.m. on the second night), but then the machine wouldn't boot with both the PATA and SATA drives in. Eventually I realized that the IDE cable also determines whether a drive is primary or secondary. I wanted to kick myself at that point. It's a good thing I didn't give in and wipe the other drive too because I'd forgotten to back up my Firefox favorites!
The only other hiccup was getting the Internet to work. I was so frustrated that I hauled the machine in to work for my techie friends to peak at early one morning. Turns out Ms. Smarty Pants me hadn't installed the chipset drivers so the board, and wouldn't you know, it's the chipset drivers that handle the LAN port, onboard audio/video and other things lol
After that came program installs. I must say normally they are tedious and BORING but with a quad-core processor and 4GB of RAM, things literally FLEW across the screen. I had to slow and down stop clicking "Next" so fast for fear that I was installing a toolbar that I didn't need. Of course, The Sims is my benchmark, and what usually took a whole night to install (the base game, 5 expansions and 3 stuff packs) took less than an hour! I was able to install everything except Seasons before I went to work one morning and that was only because I couldn't find the Seasons disc one quicky!
Now I've loaded The Sims, which involved running the game a few times, but I haven't actually played it yet... that update coming soon!
TSR Challenge: Renovator's Delight
This challenge involves taking a crappy, fixer-upper home and renovating it while earning maximum fishing and gardening skill points, as well as earning a perfect score for the target sim's garden.
When you spray your plants too much, you get a plant sim!
Owen and his wife, Lakia, are expecting... will it be a baby plant sim?
Lakia post-baby... and no, it wasn't a plant sim, but adorable Makinda Munny. Here you see Lakia trying to work off the baby belly.
Bad thing about plant sims is that instead of sleep, they need sunlight... otherwise. they go into failure mode and run outside and collapse. It was either that or Owen was distraught because the maid stole their prize bathroom drapes when they couldn't pay her wages for the day!
"I don't care about your baby belly! I love you!" Owen expresses his gratitude for Lakia sticking by him to help renovate their home.
Owen soaking up some rays so he can get back to fishing and gardening.
Plant sims are great because they can also talk to the trees, which makes the trees happy and boosts your garden score :-)
Owen, little Makinda (off to the left) and plant sim baby Shoh-me (creeping up on the right) all watch Lakia step over the hill into old age.
Shoh-me Munny just sprouted into an adult, while Owen, and Lakia and Makinda (in their private school and work clothes) look on.
Like father, like son... Lakia looks on while the boys play chess.
I found a better way for the boys to get their sunlight rather than by lying on the sidewalk.
Owen and Lakia invited their friends over for Makinda Munny's transition into being a teenager.
Gardening completely wore out Owen and Shoh-me in the middle of the night and the sun doesn't rise until 7 a.m. in Strangetown.
A garden this side definitely needs the aid of a gardener to get top marks!
Even with a $100 tip that doesn't mean said gardener is interested in fraternizing with her employer's son... epic fail!
After Makinda moved out and headed to La Strange University, Lakia, Owen and Shoh-me found they had a lot of time to sit around and well, just talk...
Even with the extensive landscaping, the head of the Strangetown Garden Club still wasn't satisfied with the Munny's efforts... So Owen went back to work, planting lots of vegetables and fruits, such as, cucumbers, peppers, tomatoes and strawberries.
After a hard day's gardening, the boys decide to lay out and stargaze... saving their energy until it can be replenished by the sun.
Finally, success! After days of trying, their hard work paid off... the head of the Garden Club was impressed by the new additions and gave the Munnys a perfect score — and a wishing well as a reward.
Sprawling gardens... view from the front.
Sprawling gardens, with 9 fruit trees and a variety of fruits and vegetables, as well as their very own fishing hole.
- Mood: Tired after writing all those captions lol
- Music: The much quieter sound of the new computer setup :-)