So, there was this game. I played it in computer class on an Apple IIe, around 1989 or so, and it took place in the future. I was America's first child president, and I had three choices for veep: another kid, a robot, or a dolphin (we had learned to communicate with dolphins by then). There were various problems I had to solve in the course of my administration; for example, I do believe that the robot population wanted their leader's face carved into Mr. Rushmore, which got the humans all sorts of teed off, and it was up to me to figure out the best solution.
Name this computer game! Please! Because I will go batcrap crazy if I can't figure this one out!
I've already canvassed most of the computer geeks here at work, and they don't know what the eff I'm talking about. Helphelphelp. Thank you.
In the meantime, here's another totally fab game for you to play which I adore:
http://robotfindskitten.net/
Enjoy...but not so much that you forget to leave a comment for me about this mysterious kid-President game thingie.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Are you an Astrid Phillips, too?
It's happened again. Twice more:
Nope, not I. Wrong Astrid. I think I may have to take matters into my own hands -- contact every Astrid Phillips in the U.S., and document each of ourselves in some sort of "Your Guide to Your Local Astrid Phillips" online gallery. That way, if you're ever looking for an Astrid Phillips, you'll be sure not to pick the wrong one.
17 Sep 2008
Hi Astrid !!
Checking to see if this is Astrid Phillips who attended Holy Angels in Aurora, IL ? I'd like to add you to my professional network on LinkedIn !! A second reason for my note, we are planning a grade school reunion and need your email address ... Looking forward to connecting ...
01 Dec 2008
Hello Astrid
Did you grow up in port washington?
Just a qwick hello, it has been a long time I hope all is well
Nope, not I. Wrong Astrid. I think I may have to take matters into my own hands -- contact every Astrid Phillips in the U.S., and document each of ourselves in some sort of "Your Guide to Your Local Astrid Phillips" online gallery. That way, if you're ever looking for an Astrid Phillips, you'll be sure not to pick the wrong one.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
it was the best of times, it was the blurst of times
The staggering, history-making, windpipe transplant breakthrough
and
the Easyjet flight that nearly effed up everything.
and
the Easyjet flight that nearly effed up everything.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
the psychology of the single-word restaurant
I was hanging out with Ashley today, and somehow we got onto the topic of restaurants with one name. "Ever notice," I said, "that restaurants with one name are really pretentious and expensive?" She countered by citing McDonald's, but then I countered her counterexample by saying that it has an apostrophe-S at the end; restaurants whose names have apostrophe-Ss at the end don't count as far as pretention and massive overpricing go, and that includes Applebee's, Bennigan's, and Houlihan's. Those last two especially are all about suggesting that they're run by cheery, ruddy-faced Irish bartenders who want to give you good onion-ring bang for your greasy buck.
"Think about it," I said. "Chili's isn't horrifically expensive, unless you go out on a ledge and get something like fajitas. But if you removed the apostrophe-S, it would become 'Chili,' and then you know it would be all stark and modern and have artisanal chili with pheasant in it in these asymmetrical, hand-made bowls, all very carefully presented." And they'd probably have John Cage on their sound system, or twangy country music if they're being ironic, or music by Mexican bands if they're being ultra-ironic. And the waiters would be wearing white on white, and they'd suggest certain (overpriced) beer pairings with your meal. It would be utterly ridiculous, and a single bowl of chili would cost about $38. Just sayin'.
Obviously, this doesn't apply to gas stations, or else nobody could afford gas. Oh, wait....
"Think about it," I said. "Chili's isn't horrifically expensive, unless you go out on a ledge and get something like fajitas. But if you removed the apostrophe-S, it would become 'Chili,' and then you know it would be all stark and modern and have artisanal chili with pheasant in it in these asymmetrical, hand-made bowls, all very carefully presented." And they'd probably have John Cage on their sound system, or twangy country music if they're being ironic, or music by Mexican bands if they're being ultra-ironic. And the waiters would be wearing white on white, and they'd suggest certain (overpriced) beer pairings with your meal. It would be utterly ridiculous, and a single bowl of chili would cost about $38. Just sayin'.
Obviously, this doesn't apply to gas stations, or else nobody could afford gas. Oh, wait....
I have fanfic?
Who on earth is xxnicknack09xx, and why does he think my parents met at a peace festival? And where did he get the crazy idea that my dad's a fairy -- sorry, 'fae'? And how did I ever get platinum blond hair and violet eyes? Maybe this was all written in honor of another Astrid Phillips, which wouldn't surprise me in the least. Nice to see that xxnicknack09xx's Astrid Phillips is the shortest girl in the school, though, quite the deft touch of realism there.
Friday, October 31, 2008
this makes me so very happy
On a completely unrelated note: over the past week, three different people have told me to stop leaving my purse on the floor, because my money will "run away." And when I've said "Oh, nonsense, I've been saving like mad, and my money's been fine," they've all had the exact same response: "At least if you put your purse higher, it'll give you a fighting chance." Thanks, but I'm fighting for rational thought instead.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)