7/8/08

I'm going to refrain from saying, “I've got nothing,” today. Oh wait, damn it! Well, it’s true: I've got nothing today. I went ahead and skimmed over all the activities of the weekend in yesterday’s post. Doot dee doo, what to say, what to say? Psh sh sh sh sh. Well, I guess I can talk a little about George some more. What little work I did on him did manage to make me excited about that car again. I'm “driving” him as I walk around campus. I'm sure I look like an idiot “shifting” through the gears and making engine noises while walking down the hall. Good thing I only do it in the long hallway up here by my office. Oh, I know one of these days I'll get caught doing it, and it will be mortally embarrassing, but I do it nonetheless. I went in to the spreadsheet where I have my totally inaccurate bullshit-o-meter horsepower guesstimator and added a formula which calculates the boost needed for a desired horsepower based on stock horsepower. Oh yeah, it is total crap and I know it, but it does give a ballpark guess as to some numbers. Ok, so it might throw out a number in the same neighborhood as the ballpark. Would you believe in the same zip code as the ballpark? Ok, so it gives back a number like all spreadsheets do, whether or not the number is any good is anyone’s guess. Anyhoo, by my self-confessed bullshit calculations, George should, wait make that might produce 105 horsepower at 8 psi. I chose 8 psi because I believe that to be the cracking pressure of that Mitsubishi wastegate. Now, were Juan to raise the boost to 11 ¼ psi, I calculate 120 horsepower. I would think all the components could support up to 12 or maybe 14 psi so a bullshit guess of 130 horsepower isn't too far from the realm of possibility. Of course I'll be happy if the damned thing runs and drives while I'm still young enough to enjoy it. We’ll see. So I've been watching the “Star Wars” movies on Spike TV lately. They might revoke my Geek Card for saying this but, they really aren’t very good movies. I mean there are plot holes and contradictions big enough a Bantha could walk through. I'm not going to go into details because, well, just making a Bantha reference makes me a big enough geek. All I'm saying is, well, I'm not sure what I'm saying. I guess I'm just saying “Star Wars” ain’t what it used to be to me. Oh, here’s something else I feel the need to comment on: Guitar Hero. What the fuck? Now, I do not play guitar, at all. Oh, I can pluck out the first twelve notes of “Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple, but who can’t? So I guess I shouldn’t be annoyed by the game, but I am. It annoys me just like driving games and shooting games annoy me. PRESSING BUTTONS ON A FUCKING CONTROL PANEL OR FLINGING AROUND A FUCKING Wii CONTROLLER IS NOTHING LIKE DOING THESE ACTIVITIES FOR REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm surprised when someone from a younger generation can even function in the real world. Oh wait, most of them can’t, never mind. I once knew a douche bag gamer, or more like “gay-mer,” who was talking to some hunters about guns. He actually had the temerity to say, “I prefer the Barrett .50 caliber sniper rifle.” When asked where he had the opportunity to fire one, he was forced to admit that he’d not only never fired a Barrett, but never even held any gun. It would be like me saying that while I had set the fastest lap at Suzuka in a McLaren Honda Formula One car, I prefer driving the Williams Renault. Have I ever driven either of these turbo-era F1 racecars? No, but my roommate in college had a driving simulator on his computer and that’s how I know. So, having said all of that, I can see a bunch of dumb-asses thinking they can play guitar because they can win at that stupid video game. Ok, so I'm probably a day late and a dollar short on this subject now that I think about it. “South Park” did do a show about Guitar Hero already. It just bugs me, that’s all. Oh, and another thing that really clenches my sphincter is how none of these shit for brains gay-mers can play the games without the cheat codes! “Up, up, left, down, up, down, right, right, left, triangle, square, stand on one foot, and hold your tongue to the right side of your mouth to enter ‘God Mode’! Now I have unlimited ammo, unlimited lives, can see through walls, and have 10,000,000 points of charisma. The girls will flock to me now!” No, you’re still a douche. I was going to say that at least Hardly Dumb-Assed-One riders are out in the real world, but I don’t want to give them that much credit. However, insulting gay-mers by lumping them in with bikers, or more like bi-curious-ers, doesn’t bother me in the least.