Holiday musings
I have many things I've been meaning to blog about, so I'll just go last-in-first-out and start with vacation.
The extended Thanksgiving weekend, along with taking the last three days off to visit
the_z's brother in St. Louis, was a pleasant break from work. Not that work is bad, mind you, but it's good to mix things up from time to time. We had two wonderful turkey dinners, did a spot of Christmas shopping, and got to visit with family on both sides of the state. The trip across the state went very well, thanks in part to the portable DVD player we purchased for the car. Andromeda watched Baby Einstein movies for the entirety of the trip, keeping her entertained and, more importantly, not constantly demanding attention from Z. I do occasionally worry that she's a bit of a TV junkie - each morning, she hands us the remote and politely asks us to turn on "babies" - but Z makes sure that she gets outside play and non-TV activity time as well. In fact, on both legs of the trip, we stopped at the Columbia Mall so that Andi could run off energy in their play area.
We came away from the cross-state trip with a number of things, mostly baby-related. Andi now has a whole new set of outfits (her aunt and uncle love to spoil her) and a new alphabet toy that talks, sings, and plays music. I imagine that I'll be sick and tired of "The Wheels on the Bus" in a week or so, but the toy also plays "In the Hall of the Mountain King," so it can't be all bad. As for me, I came away with a new game for my DS (specifically, Bleach: Dark Souls), a mild cold/sore throat that I am still fighting off, and my first experience at a casino. Casinos are strange places. Z likens them to old-style arcades, thanks to all the noises and lights and game machines, and I can see where she gets that impression. Personally, I got a vibe of desperation and impending death. Of course, this may be what happens when you visit it at 11 AM and the entire floor is packed with senior citizens, fixed with a zombie-like stare at their particular slot machine as they push a button or pull a lever repeatedly, hoping for a big payout before they have to go.
What I found most interesting was the variety of themed slot machines (which are almost entirely video-driven now, rather than using mechanical reels)... and how people utterly disregard those themes. I had a fair amount of fun and luck playing the "Alien" game, complete with facehugger and airlock mini-games, but after a certain amount of winning I moved onto another machine. When I came back to it later, an old black woman had set up camp. Now, it's possible that she may be a huge fan of Ridley Scott's sci-fi/horror film, but she certainly didn't look like someone I'd expect to be a xenophile. The players just tune out the details of the game and reduce it down to a win/loss odds machine. Kind of sad, really... especially when it means I don't get to sit at the Star Wars or Indiana Jones machines (the former I only discovered right before we had to go). I did get to play the Shinobi slot machine, though, which was interesting (although not nearly as good as Alien).
Would I go back to a casino? Sure. Despite the weirdness of the whole thing, I did eventually have a good time, and I know Z would like to go again. We also broke even, which never hurts.
The extended Thanksgiving weekend, along with taking the last three days off to visit
We came away from the cross-state trip with a number of things, mostly baby-related. Andi now has a whole new set of outfits (her aunt and uncle love to spoil her) and a new alphabet toy that talks, sings, and plays music. I imagine that I'll be sick and tired of "The Wheels on the Bus" in a week or so, but the toy also plays "In the Hall of the Mountain King," so it can't be all bad. As for me, I came away with a new game for my DS (specifically, Bleach: Dark Souls), a mild cold/sore throat that I am still fighting off, and my first experience at a casino. Casinos are strange places. Z likens them to old-style arcades, thanks to all the noises and lights and game machines, and I can see where she gets that impression. Personally, I got a vibe of desperation and impending death. Of course, this may be what happens when you visit it at 11 AM and the entire floor is packed with senior citizens, fixed with a zombie-like stare at their particular slot machine as they push a button or pull a lever repeatedly, hoping for a big payout before they have to go.
What I found most interesting was the variety of themed slot machines (which are almost entirely video-driven now, rather than using mechanical reels)... and how people utterly disregard those themes. I had a fair amount of fun and luck playing the "Alien" game, complete with facehugger and airlock mini-games, but after a certain amount of winning I moved onto another machine. When I came back to it later, an old black woman had set up camp. Now, it's possible that she may be a huge fan of Ridley Scott's sci-fi/horror film, but she certainly didn't look like someone I'd expect to be a xenophile. The players just tune out the details of the game and reduce it down to a win/loss odds machine. Kind of sad, really... especially when it means I don't get to sit at the Star Wars or Indiana Jones machines (the former I only discovered right before we had to go). I did get to play the Shinobi slot machine, though, which was interesting (although not nearly as good as Alien).
Would I go back to a casino? Sure. Despite the weirdness of the whole thing, I did eventually have a good time, and I know Z would like to go again. We also broke even, which never hurts.