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Started: 2006-12-09 19:45:17

Submitted: 2006-12-09 20:29:11

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"Wiiping" is supposed to be a combination of "Wii" and "Shopping". This is a verb which means "to shop for a Nintendo Wii". At least, in my little world.

After a bit of waffling about whether I would run out and buy Nintendo's latest console, I eventually decided it would be amusing, especially since the Internet seems to agree that the console is entirely entertaining. And it has new, super-cool versions of some of my favorite franchises, namely Monkey Ball, Zelda, and (sometime next year) Metroid. (No word on a Pikmin sequel, which one could probably dub Wiikmin.)

Last Sunday I set out in search of a Wii. My local Best Buy was sold out; the guy I talked to suggested they may get more through UPS shipments by late morning on Monday or Friday. This poses a minor problem, since I have a day job in Boulder. My day job is rather flexible, so on Friday I worked from home in the morning (which worked roughly 95% as well as I could have hoped) and headed to my local Best Buy to see if any Wiis appeared. None had. I called the other stores in the greater Longmont area (Broomfield, Loveland, and Westminster) and got the same basic story. Some stores suggested I check the print ads; if they mention Wii, that means they will have some to release. Westminster seemed the most optimistic, so I may get to drive down there tomorrow morning. And, in all probability, still be thwarted.

Footnote: Working from home: I cleared off the table in the basement I call my desk, which gave enough space to put Darnassus (my work notebook) on the table and plug it into Ziyal's CRT. This emulates the setup I have on my desk at work (minus the picture window with a great view of Mount Sanitas); while developing set-top-box software, I use VMWare to run Linux on my CRT, where I run X and have all the terminal windows I can fit on my screen. (Being a 1600x1200 CRT, it gives me plenty of room, although the code I'm working on typically doesn't limit itself to 80 columns -- so since I have the biggest monitor, I win. I'd also complain about the entirely inconsistent tabs within the same source file, but it's really not worth it.) Through my employer's VPN, I could ssh into the set-top-box sitting on my desk and copy new binaries. The cats didn't bother me too much; the only real issue was the cold in the basement. I dug my slippers out of the closet, which worked well for my feet, except my fingers were chilled after three hours. I'll have to come up with a better solution for the Megafest, and if I plan to do this again.

Footnote: On Thursday, I took a long lunch to climb Mount Sanitas. The south ridge was almost entirely snow-free; for my descent on the east ridge, I was glad I had my traction assistance handy, at least until I got to the valley and found more mud than ice. For my next hike I may want to bring a stuff sack to put my traction assistance after it's entirely muddy.

In unrelated news, Ziyal's chip fan died sometime Tuesday night or Wednesday morning, after a week of making horrible noises. I had visions of catastrophic hardware failure, but she came back to life with a new chip fan and all seems well at the moment. When Ivanova died sometime this spring, I moved most of my network support (dhcp, dns) to Ziyal but contemplated the merits of a dedicated server for that role.

Ok, well, the most obvious problem with [new years resolution
about getting a girlfriend] is that the intended outcome relies on
variables which are out of my control. It's a matter of chance,
luck, being in the right place at the wrong time, what have you.
Obviously, it also relies on the willful participation of
another human being. Since the only people we control are
ourselves, making resolutions -- promises to ourselves -- which
require the involvement of others, who may or may not want any
part of the game, is like sitting at home and cheering a
football team, and then saying "We won! We won!" when in fact
you had absolutely nothing to do with any of it. Or something
like that.
- Bitscape, Random Rambling, 01 August 2000