March 1st, 2004


what a show // weekend update and review

So, on Saturday serenica69 and I decided to get a little culture and go to a show. Neither of us had been to Garbeau's before, so we thought that would be a fun experiance. For myself, it was in fact the first dinner theatre I can recall ever having been to, so I had no idea what to expect. While the total price was a little steep, it wasn't much more than you'd expect for a nice evening out with dinner and a play, it's just that you're spending it all in one place so the tab can get a little scary at the end of the evening. It's certainly worth it, though.

The food was spectacular, if a little lacking in non-meat options. There was only one entre (out of about 9 total) that I could eat, and anyone who doesn't do dairy won't even be able to eat that. The lack of options, though, was made up for in an abundance of quality. My dish was nicely cooked, artfully presented, and very tasty. Serenica opted for the steak, and it arrived perfectly cooked "very well done", exactly as she had asked. That, and it was a huge slab of meat! She was, alas, unable to finish it and had to leave a bit behind. Oh well, she claimed it was yummy, so I trust her that it was worth it. The appetiser we ordered was also nicely prepared, yummy, and well worth it. The crowning segment of the meal, however, was the desert. She pointed out to me that the "pecan tart" had JD (as in, the whiskey) in it, and my mind was set on that delight. It arrived and I recognised it was more of a slice of pecan pie than an actual "tart", but no matter. Allow me to say, once again, it was YUMMY!! My favorite pie of all is pecan pie, and this was baked to perfection with a hint of Jack Daniel's in it, topped with a dollop of whipped cream and a chocolate sauce that tasted to be more of whiskey than chocolate. :) very good stuff! If you like Pecan Pie at all, you've gotta try theirs!

And, of course, being a dinner theatre there was also the play to be had. It was a funny bit titled "Love Sex and the I.R.S." about two guys who get audited by the IRS because they've been filing as married so as to get the tax break. It is a funny story, with good costumes and very skilled actors, and the stage is a reasonable size, properly elevated for easy viewing. I looked around and while I didn't see a single empty seat (the place was PACKED), I also didn't see any seat that looked like it would be a bad place to be. None of the tables were particularly far from the stage, and they were slightly elevated in at least three different layers, so you could see over the folks in front of you with hardly any effort. The actors/actresses were all very easy to see and hear from our seats, and we were roughly second from the back row.

All in all, a very enjoyable experiance. It took the entire evening, and we discovered we were actually a little late (oops). We arrived at 6 (5:30 would likely be better, as some people were getting their dinners when we were getting our appetiser), the play started at 8 (yes, 2 hours for dinner -- it's a slow-paced relaxing environment), with desert served during the intermission at 9ish, and we left around 10ish.

Very, very fun. Highly recommended. A little pricey, but not too much more than dinner+play normally would be, and very much worth it. We're looking at going back for the performance of "Catch Me If You Can" in late March (she not being overly thrilled with "Jesus Christ Superstar").

that which seperates biologics from mechanics // bitching about humans

One key feature that seperates biological thought processes from mechanical, that which truly seperates organic 'intelligence' from "artificial intelligence", the great boon gifted to damn near all living things, is adaptability.

It can be seen in the simple process by which a spider aproaches an obsticle in its path, carefully studies the obsticle with feelers, and then decides to either turn or climb. It is seen in monkeys in a cage, when they see a bananna they want but cannot reach and notice there is a box in the corner which they can drag under the treat and use to reach it. This simple method of quickly recognising that a given situation does not fit with previous ones and modifying either your behavior or the situation to achieve the desired result. The trait of adaptability allows living things to thrive in many environments they did not initially evolve in.

So why is it so many fucktards on campus fail to exhibit even this most basic of traits?!

The situation: there's an ATM with its touch-sensitive screen slightly off-center fromt the display screen. It's been like that at least a week and a half, so it's not like it should be a shock to anyone, but I'll skip that fact and assume that these people have not used this particular ATM since it stopped behaving normally. Anyway, as I said, its touch-screen is slightly off from where the button-areas are displayed. You actually have to aim about a quarter-inch above the button you actually want. It's not that hard a task to accomplish, and I figured this out the first time I used it. But I digress. Today was payday, and as such everyone was in a hurry to deposit their paycheques before the cut-off time so that they would be credited to their account tomorrow (presumably just in time to pay various bills, like rent or somesuch). So there's a long line, as usual, and this ATM doesn't seem to be working as people are used to.

I stood there chuckling amusedly to myself as three dolts walked up to the machine, began pushing the screen and cursing as it went to functions they had no desire in using, and then frustratedly pressing the screen over and over and over without the "back" button ever registering (I saw one person do this at least twenty times) and when it finally does they try to get the proper main selection and again get headed off to the same unwanted option they got stuck at the first time through. They eventually just give up and somehow manage to hit the "return card" button and stomp away muttering all sorts of curses and claims as to the uselessness of the machine. My only response is a silent (because I don't want to further aggravate them) comparison of the machine's supposed uselessness to their exhibited uselessness..

Three people. None of them managed to perform the function they had gone to the ATM to accomplish. I had quite a laugh at the whole affair. I was considering calling Wells Fargo to tell them the ATM was mis-aligned, but I've decided the humor is just too good to throw away like that.

Yes, I'm a cruel, cruel person to laugh at other's misfortune like that. But honestly, how difficult is it to figure out after a few hits that you just need to aim a little high and everything works as expected? You see that the situation is not as you expected, and you adapt to the new situation and continue on with your life.