Currently Playing: Led Zeppelin – Stairway to Heaven

On my trip back from Bear Valley last week, I saw the most remarkable sunset I had ever seen. Ripples of cumulus clouds, bright orange with dabs of purple. Half of the sky was lit up. It was amazing. As I squinted into the distance (no, it wasn’t some real pensive squint – just an eyes-hurting squint. I was looking into the sun, of course), Stairway to Heaven played. PERFECT timing! What better than an astounding view driving through the Central Valley of windmills silhouetted in front of an astounding sight with 8 minutes of non-stop Led Zeppelin. I’d go back to that time again, if it weren’t for my ass hurting from the 4-hour car ride.

And now, my thoughts on Zelda for the GameCube.

If this isn’t a big joke, Zelda has turned into a Saturday morning cartoon, ditching the “epic Link and Ganondorf swordfight” prototype we’ve watched again and again. Sure, Shigeru Miyamoto is a genius, but this is CRAZY! Zelda was never meant to be a kid’s cartoon! …Now that I think about this, the cranky CEO of Nintendo (if he’s not dead yet) might have brought this on, with his “NO ADULTS ALLOWED” attitude. Overall, this is a stupid move for Zelda. The GameCube should be used to its full potential to make amazing, realistic games that we’ve seen it demonstrate.

…But seeing this cutesy Zelda maneuver makes me want to buy one anyway for some reason.

Thank Yous For This Weekend: Macromedia, Hewlett-Packard, Apple, and of course Microsoft for making my weekend a living hell!

Non-stop up to the point that I’m writing this, I’ve been working on the much-aformentioned Flash project, Rupert. I’ve bragged that I’ve been getting paid $40 an hour to make this masterpiece, but I was supposed to have gotten $40 an hour because Ben Parker, my employer, thought it would be finished in a few hours. Instead, it’s taken a few months.

I was working on Ben’s PowerMac G4. The project was going fine until camp started… then I had to focus on being a counselor and put the project off. This gave my trial version of Flash enough time to expire. So I couldn’t work at Ben’s house anymore. Pretty professional, eh?

So I frantically looked for a place to continue this project. Unfortunately, Macromedia decided to make Flash development files incompatible between operating systems, and, like any SANE person, I use Windows. I couldn’t continue working on the project at home. So I had to go to Kinko’s, for God’s sakes!

After a hectic day of working at Kinko’s, I still wasn’t done. And the computer was getting slower and slower, and the file size was getting bigger and bigger. Fortunately, James directed me to the DigiQuest Learning Center, where he’s been loafing around all summer being an “intern,” and I was able to finish animating the project there, thanks to a wide selection of great big Mac G4s.

But I wasn’t finished yet!

Sure I was finished, but GOD DAMN, was the file big. So I couldn’t email it or upload it to myself at home to put on a CD burner, so I had to split it into sections and send the files one by one. Great, now I had the file back on my home computer, in one piece. Hold it… my HOME computer? But that’s a PC! Ben won’t be able to read this!

Which brings us to THIS weekend.

After a long, boring vacation to Bear Valley, I came back to find that my file was too big for my computer to process into an SWF (a regular Shockwave Flash internet file). After hours of deleting semi-valuable stuff off of my computer, I finally gave my computer enough virtual memory to complete the conversion. Yay! I’ve got the file in its final form, ready to go to Ben’s!

I go to Ben’s, the CD-R decides not to work, and my internet backup version is 5 minutes of nice, smooth WHITE. Everything on the Mac is CORRUPTED!

So far, all I’ve accomplished is the WHOLE PROJECT. That sounds like a lot, right? Well, it’s like having created the Lincoln Memorial in my bedroom. There’s NO WAY TO MOVE IT. But there’s always tomorrow! And I’ll be spending all of it doing the SAME THING AS TODAY!

Well, happy happy joy joy. That’s my weekend in a NUTSHELL. I’ve got to stop capitalizing THE END OF EACH SENTENCE. Good NIGHT.

I saw Planet of the Apes last night. After a good night’s rest, and overall having recovered from stuffing my face at the local Fresh Choice all-you-can-eat buffet, I can think clearly about that movie, and how it sucked in so many ways.

I haven’t seen the original Planet of the Apes, but from what I’ve been told, this is a different story, the characters act differently (the humans more like humans, and the apes more like apes), and it’s just not as shocking as the first one. But this is what I’ve been told.

From what I’ve seen, Tim Burton dug himself into a plot hole and died. There are minor spoilers ahead about the Planet of Planet of the Apes, so if it’s REALLY IMPORTANT that you don’t find out ONE THING about this movie before you see it… well, if you’ve read this far, you’re too late already.

  • There are horses on the planet. How the hell did they get there? The only way it would be explained is with yet another sequel called “Planet of the Horses.” If you watch the movie, you’ll see what I mean.
  • The apes are too scary to pay attention to. They act like apes, therefore they breath really heavily when the talk (WTF), they jump REALLY high (WTF), and some of them talk like they’ve got Halloween teeth in their mouths (WTF, although it’s probably non-intentional).
  • At one point, Charlton Heston, who plays the father of the main villian, Thade, in one scene, hands Thade a gun. Plot element destroyed. Burton must’ve forgotten about it – Thade didn’t use it once.
  • NASA made guns powerful enough to knock down trees, but not to shoot through clear plastic doors. Ugh.

Well, that’s that. I suggest you see it anyway, because… uh… I did.

And I’m BACK from a three-day trip to Bear Valley, CA, a Sierra village where we own a vacation home. It looks so very different in the summer – surprisingly, our house is a good five feet taller than it was half a year ago, because all the snow’s melted, revealing an extra staircase to our front door that is covered in the winter. It’s much hotter in the summer also. Whew.

So, on our vacation, we celebrated my grandma Claire’s birthday, and her 20th anniversary of marriage to her husband Alvin (Jeffrey’s Deep Dark Past: I’ve never met my grandpa on my mom’s side. My grandparents have been divorced for much longer than I’ve been alive). It wasn’t an ideal vacation – I mean, we went to all the right places, but having 3 generations of Fadens in one household, peacefully, is a big feat. Fortunately, my sister Lily and I stopped all impending arguments by hitting everyone with big sticks. So to speak.

Let’s see, here’s some other absurdity that went on during the trip –

  • I slept for 13 hours straight, a record. The high altitude probably got to me.
  • My step-grandpa is a Wall Street trader, so whenever anyone mentions anything having to do with numbers, he goes off on a seminar about the Dow Jones Industrial Average.
  • We stopped off at many a lake and creek. Each time we went to one, my sister, hesitant at first to jump into the melted snow, scrounged around the water looking for what she calls “gold.” My god, she’s a millionaire!
  • I saw Billy Elliot and Gladiator on the trip. Billy Elliot ended way too suddenly for my taste, and Gladiator KICCXXXXXXEDDDD AAARRSSSEEEEEEE (even though I’d seen it before).
  • We ate at a Mexican restaurant for my grandparents’ anniversary (ooh, high class!), and it took the guys there a few tries before they got my simple order right. Well, at least I got two free enchiladas.
  • The comic strip “Wee Pals” sucks.

You won’t hear from me until Friday, because it’s vacation time to our summer home in Bear Valley with my grandparents. I’d rather not go, of course, but I’ve got nothing better to do. And on Friday it’s a mad rush to finish that frequently-mentioned computer animation project, “Rupert.” Such is life.

But here’s the kicker: I’m going on a trip AGAIN next week to Yosemite with my uncle and twin cousins. I think that’ll be a bit more fun, though.

AND AFTER THAT, IT’S SCHOOL.

WHEE!!!

Well, I was visiting the spectacular “clothing-optional” Muir Beach the other day, when I decided to get Caesar-ambitious on its ass and scale some giant rocks that were off-shore. So, after some fearless, careful rock-hopping in waist-deep water (low tide, off course), I arrived at my destination, scaled the damn thing, and reached the top. Waiting for me at the peak of this Pacific monster was this!


So I traveled back to shore with one hand gripping the bottle. Unfortunately, it was empty when I found it. …I swear.

I went to the Gravenstein Apple Fair in Sebastopol today. It was much fun, but even more so, it was very strange… lots of deja vu and past experiences. It’s like I’m going to die soon or something.

Signs I’m Going To Die:

6. I almost won a hermit crab today, and in the past I won two of them.
5. There was a girl at the fair who was the SPLITTING IMAGE of a friend I’ve known my whole life. I mean, EXACT. She had the same hat, same sweatshirt, same pants, same hair, and from the side the same face… it was only until I stared at her for a while that I noticed it wasn’t her. …She didn’t recognize me either.
4. This kid I’ve known since I moved to Marin was at the fair… but he was also at an antique car show I was at yesterday, and the day before I was talking to him before at my camp. He’ll probably be where I’m going tomorrow, also.
3. I was walking around with my sister, Lily, and only I noticed that this girl in front of us had IDENTICAL hair to Lily’s.
2. We saw these photos of this fat Bengal cat, and it told us of the future: if we keep feeding our new cat the way we do now, he’ll look exactly like that.
And the number one reason I’m going to die… I entered in an apple pie-eating contest today, and got second place (the winner, however, was a seasoned “pro”), and I’m going to burst. I’m never eating apple pie again.

All these strange occurences happened on this 12th day of August… I may die soon, but just you wait… I’m going to be RESURRECTED, BABY!!!


In other news, this page is actually getting visitors, which strikes me as odd. I mean, hell, this is a personal site! I’ve done no advertising, and there barely is any content up yet! My guess is that almost all the visitors to this page are looking for a site that lists all the reasons Mario is stoned or something. Perhaps I should add a list or something to the Misc. section for fun just so people looking for something like that will also enjoy my quality webpage. Hmph. Well how’s this… with my new comments feature on my blogs, why doesn’t anyone reading this reply and say hello. I just want to see what the hell’s going on here.

Quick, look! My dad, Glenn, is on the front page of Sun.com! Although he doesn’t really feel like it, he’s moderating a chat next Thursday at 10 A.M. It’s not an “A/S/L ehe” chat, of course, though. It’s going to be a talk about Trusted Solaris 8, a project my dad practically heads at Sun. It’s like the Windows NT of Solaris… a very, very high security OS. My dad’s been working at Sun Microsystems as a Software Engineer since 1992.

My dad was talking to me about this funny thing with China – the Chinese government wants to buy Sun computers, along with their OS, Solaris, and lots of their software. The only thing they don’t want, though, is my dad’s OS, because they believe such a high-security thing could send top-secret information through a backdoor to America. Those paranoid Chinamen. Heheh.