A couple weeks ago, I took a good chunk of my library into Webster’s for cash.  Before boxing them all up, I decided to rifle through and make sure there weren’t any old bits of paper and such between the pages.

Wouldn’t you know it, stuck in a copy of Conduct Unbecoming was a prize voucher from QuakeCon ‘97.

I guess there’s very little chance of claiming my prize now.

I’ve been digging through my book collection looking for tomes with which I can part for the good of a breast cancer fund raiser.  Goodbye Anne Rice collection.  I am not emo enough for you anymore.

In one box of largely technical books (CSS, HTML, Java, C++, Photoshop, HTTP), I spied my Quake 3 Arena Linux collectible tin box.  It occurred to me today that, at one point, I was all excited about the future of playing games on Linux.  I was even a Transgaming subscriber for a while.  But, of course, Linux gaming never really took off - Tux Racer was cute, but come on.

Why is this notable?  Only because of this thought: I once wanted a Linux box that ran games, but I now have a game box that runs Linux.

This is not to say that I’m actually going to install Linux on my PS3.  With as much as I’ve been using the Remote Play feature and its WOL capability, I’m afraid that the bootloader would require input to select the PS3 GameOS and not allow me to control it remotely with my PSP.  But I sure would like to be able to use Firefox instead of the PS3 browser.

It’s a real shame, too, since combining Yellow Dog Linux with StreamMyGame would allow me to play PC games from my PS3.  With StreamMyGame, the game executes on one PC and is streamed to another device - including a Linuxfied PS3.   I find it hard to believe this would be any good for a first person shooter, but if this gets me playing Battle for Middle-Earth on my projector, I’m all for it.

Aw hell, what do I have to lose really?  I can always reset the PS3 and reformat should I need to wipe out the Linux install.  Weekend project HO!

As I’m not known for being emotional, it may surprise you to know that emotional moments are not foreign to me. In particular are what I call the “Dad” moments - those times in fatherhood when you’re so happy you could (and nearly do) cry. Unfortunately, all of my dad moments are rather odd, but here goes:

Reading “The Hobbit” to Gareth in the hospital - This one almost doesn’t count since it was Gareth’s second day of life and he was largely unresponsive, having just the night before gone through his traumatic entry into this world. Still, it was something I really wanted to do, so I headed into a little bookstore in Danville, grabbed their last copy, and got back to the NICU to proceed with the narration. It was something I had always pictured doing as a dad, even if I didn’t picture having to do it in those circumstances.

Introducing Gareth to Quake 3 Arena - Holding him with one arm and gaming with the other, I sat Gareth in my lap so he could see what his dad did for fun. We’ve revisited Q3A a few times since then when I was adapting joysticks for his use as input devices. Since then we’ve moved onto other less bloody games.

Gareth’s first trip to a movie theater - For Shrek 2, of all things. Years have been spent honing the sharp edge of my movie snobbery. I am intolerant of chatter, children, phones, and comedians in my theater environment. As such, I was always very concerned about taking Gareth into a theater with his suction gear which consists of a small suction pump connected to a canister and tubing. When you kick it on, it makes quite a bit more noise than one would imagine, which does nothing for a normally quiet movie setting. After Shrek 2 had been in theaters over a month, I took Gareth to a show I thought would be largely empty. It sort of was, but there were enough other attendees that I started feeling self-conscious. But when the lights dimmed, the trailers played, and the opening of the movie started to run, I forgot about everybody and just marveled that I was sitting in a theater with my son. Seriously, I teared up. Then, about 10 minutes into it, Gareth lost all interest and started crying like crazy. We left shortly thereafter.

Gareth discovers that the soul still burns - Due to the various joysticks I have for console games, we eventually gave up on PC gaming and moved to the basement where Gareth discovered Donkey Konga, Taiko Drum Master, Dance Dance Revolution, and Soul Calibur. After just a little time with Soul Calibur, Gareth picked up on the fact that movement was handled with the joystick and attacks were handled by the buttons. He quickly learned to move his hand to the stick to position his fighter and then move that same hand to the buttons to kick, punch, and throw. How could I not be proud of that? He has now added Wii Sports Baseball to his list of regular games. He also has an insane love of video game theme songs - I have only to whistle the Donkey Konga theme or hum the intro to Taiko Drum Master to make him burst into instant laughter. No, he does not know the Mario theme.

Gareth faces down Darth Vader - I spent so much time worrying about taking Gareth away from his support staff (nurses, doctors, therapists) that I spent no time contemplating how great a vacation could be, so imagine the 180 I did when we arrived at DisneyWorld and almost instantly ended up on a stage with lightsaber on hand, swinging at Darth Vader. Holy shit. From that moment on, we all had a great vacation, and I had another dad moment. That one became a Gareth moment, too. He enjoyed telling everybody he knew that he fought Darth Vader and that daddy dropped the lightsaber.

Gareth gets his first bike - And probably his last.  About the time I decided to get back into bicycling, Gareth decided he loved nothing more than to pedal a trike around his preschool playground. From that moment, I planned for us to find a way to ride together. I got three dad moments out of this event: a first moment when he sat on his bike for his fitting; a second moment when we rode it for the very first time even though it was raining and in January; a third moment when we rode together in the RBR rally. Our ride in the Colyer 4th of July parade comes close, but that wasn’t emotional enough to qualify under my “Dad moment” rules.

Walking Gareth to school - This is the moment that inspired today’s entry. This morning, I walked Gareth to his second day of kindergarten, meeting one of his classmates on the way, hanging out while we waited for the crossing guard, and dropping him off in his classroom. On the way back, I just realized how great it felt to do that, to be an honest to goodness parent of a child old enough, smart enough, and lucky enough to be going to school like any other kid when his whole life has been stacked against him.

I’m bound to have plenty more dad moments in my lifetime, but these are a good start. Here’s a prediction, though - my next major dad moment will come when Gareth is able to express himself without the help of others. I’m going to be a blubbering mess when that happens.

And then I’m going to worry about all the stuff Brandy and I have said in front of him over the years. There are some words he definitely knows that shouldn’t be repeated in polite company.

After every news outlet spent the last three days talking about the heightened security around shipments of the new Harry Potter book, one guy with one copy and one digital camera is now responsible for the book being in the hands of several thousand people as I type this.

Yes, he (I’m guessing he… man hands) took photos of every page of the book, and then somebody else put them all together in a PDF file for easy reading.

Well, okay, not easy. The photographer wasn’t exactly great about making sure the pages were flat, so there are lots of unreadable spots.

So… Did I read it? About 10 pages of it and then stopped. My UK edition will be on its way soon enough, so I don’t have a burning desire to squint at my monitor to read the Americanized version (in the UK, it would have been “Americanised”). Plus, the pressure I received from my wife was just unbearable. I was warned that any revelation of plot line contained therein would be grounds for divorce. Also, I was informed that I was a dirty law breaker who had no sense of decency.

Sure, okay. Except that we’re going to have two purchased copies of the thing in our house within the week. I don’t feel so bad about having a copy slightly early. It’s not piracy so much as it is a preview (in full) of what we’ll be receiving.

It isn’t as though this leak is going to make a lick of difference. The book will still sell every single copy it was going to sell before this PDF surfaced. No crappy computer flip book is going to keep people like the fine young ladies pictured right from walking home with the final Potter tome.

J.K.’s future is secure.

Speaking of fans, if you’ve never watched Harry Potter Parking Lot, you should. Right now. Do it while you’re torrenting the book.

I oftentimes start reading a book only to discover a third of the way in that I’m really not getting much out of it. But, due to some sense of obligation (”let’s give this author a chance to redeem her/himself”), I will read the book to completion.

This baffles my wife. She has endeavored to get me to read just one book that I outright enjoy. She has even challenged me to read one that makes me laugh. That’s a tough mandate.

I recently finished Dawkin’s “The God Delusion”, which was incredibly disappointing. His arguments made sense, but the entire book was a perfect example of why the masses hate academics - they take way too long to say way too little. The end of that book was atrocious. When attacking the existence of a deity, it’s a good idea to end with a bit of a punch, not with an overly drawn out abstraction regarding the dress of middle eastern women.

Just sayin’.

Anyway, the next book I’m reading is about a family dealing with gender identity issues. It’s written by a friend of a friend, so that will give it a slightly more personal touch. I do, however, doubt this is going to be the laugh riot novel that Brandy would like me to read (though I did make her pick out my next book so she could steer me away from Freud or the Malleus Maleficarum).