June 27th, 2009

Sepia, RB Office


This morning, I realized that through various networking sites (LiveJournal, FaceBook, LinkedIn, etc.), I am now connected to many -- if not most -- of the people I've regularly gamed with.

The problem is that they are scattered across the US -- California, New Mexico, Colorado, Illinois, Michigan and Virgina (I think in the last case). But I'm the only one in California and if I'm right about one being in Virginia, he's the only one there. The two in Colorado are from different gaming groups (High School and College vs. early days at Motorola), and both groups are represented in Illinois. And then there are two different cities in Illinois, and two different parts of the state (UP and LP) in Michigan.

It would be almost tempting to try to set up a gathering on Skype or something and see if we could get a game going.

Of course, finding time to do that could be a bit tricky.
Sepia, RB Office

Round and Round I Went

Yesterday, robot_grrl was asked to look for something at the San Diego County Fair, so we decided to meet there after work. This should have been simple, but...

The first couple of legs were easy and standard -- get to the Qualcomm shuttle at the other building and take that to the earlier train. From there, I rode The Coaster one stop to Solana Beach. Last week, when I'd checked with 511sd.com and the NCTD transit planer, I was instructed to take the NCTD Breeze 101 bus from across the street from the train station to near the fairgrounds.

But this bus was late -- way late. While I was waiting, I noticed a bus pull past saying that it was route 401 with a destination of "Fairgrounds." After signaling the driver to move on when I thought I was flagging him down, I figured out where he'd come from and walked back over to the station and found the special stop. When he returned, he apologized for the misunderstood signal, and I mentioned that I was more bothered by the website giving me the wrong route. Then, as we went past the stop for the the first bus I was waiting for, the same people were still waiting and it was more than half an hour AFTER it was scheduled to stop.

So I got to the fair not too long after Tara, who'd driven to the remote parking and taken the bus over. However, the NCTD bus drops off at one side of the grounds and the remote parking shuttle on the other side. Since we hadn't planned on going to the fair, I didn't have my ticket. So I had to get to the other side where Tara was waiting.

But as I walked towards her, I remembered that the fair doesn't allow knives, and I was still carrying my Leatherman. Since I didn't want to throw it away, I apologized to Tara and we took the bus back to the parking lot, dropped off the Leatherman, and just about everything else I was carrying (I kept my wallet and pedometer) and we returned to the fair.

So, after over 2 hours of running around, and standing around, I finally made to the fair.

If I (or possibly we) go back one more time -- if Tara's supervisor clarifies what she wants, it is a possibility for next Tuesday -- I'll know to not bring my Leatherman and to catch the correct bus. I already have my ticket in my pocket, so using the enterance where the bus drops won't be a problem. Of course I'll have to make sure I don't miss the last train North (lest I have to pay for an Amtrak ticket and get home really late).