Archive for May, 2007

The Ballad of Fly Molo

Friday, May 18th, 2007

Evan just found this choice link about me so I did a bit of googling to see what else I could find down on memory lane. I'm the answer to a question which is pretty cool. Here's the story...

Back in the day Bungie made a game called Myth. Evan and I heard about it somehow and started playing it as Trout and Fly Molo. I remember it as the first game with centralized internet play and as a strategy game without all of the gold mining and wood chopping.

As teenagers with nothing better to do we got hooked playing it on a beast of a PowerCenter 180. Evan was 16 and probably should have had better things to do, and eventually he did and started playing it less. In the meantime, I joined a group called Civil Order and was an official geek. I think that Evan was in civil for awhile too but don't remember exactly.

So here's my real claim to fame. In 1998 they had a Valentine's Day tournament with the sweet prize of a trow statue. I ended up winning the first few rounds, but the final rounds were scheduled for a weekend that I had a swim meet down in San Diego. My order mate Sorcha Payne who I had beaten in a previous round stepped in for me and played the rest of it out. The final round was on some new map devised for the tournament with a big tree in the middle and she ended up mopping the floor with everybody.

Myth II

A few weeks later my dad took me to Mac Addict (where she worked at the time) to say hi and pick up the sweet trow statue from her. Of course, I was a socially awkward 14 year old and basically clammed up and basically ran back to the truck, ridiculous statue in hand. After that whole thing I ended up working on the map editor for Myth II and wrote some of the documentation for it. I kept playing Myth for a few more years but became a little bit out of the loop around 2000ish.

I think that Sorcha Payne's real name was Kathy Tafel and she works at Apple now. Here's an interview with Kathy from 2003. I still have the trow statue around to guard the front door at night.

I used to be a video game fiend but these days the most I do is play the Nintendo DS occasionally. Reading on Wikipedia they had a tournament as recently as 2006 which is pretty nuts. This November would be the 10 year anniversary. I wonder if bungie.net still works?

Furry Animals

Monday, May 7th, 2007

Man, nothing like reading about treadmilling shrimp and sick tazmanian devils (poor little guys) to break up the work

Just Chromatography

Sunday, May 6th, 2007

Just ran across an interesting blog, Just Chromatography, that takes the cake for specialization. It's super interesting and super nerdy but made it to slashdot so it's kind've mainstream. Right?

The Saga of Sherlock

Saturday, May 5th, 2007

A few months ago we had an adventure with our cat Sherlock.

It was Saturday night and we were sitting on the couch when we saw him trying to swallow something on the floor. It was taking him awhile so we rushed over and tried to grab it out of his mouth. He's pretty persistent though and he managed to get it down his throat before we could grab it.

Earlier C had been at the kitchen table sewing a button (it was a pretty slow night). When we looked at the table again we realized that the needle was missing. There was a tiny piece of string on the needle, which probably looked pretty tasty to a cat. After tearing the house apart looking for it we couldn't rule out the possibility that Sherlock had eaten it, so we rushed him off to the nearby emergency vet.

Once we got there, they took an x-ray of the little guy and sure enough he had the needle in his stomach. Cat stomachs aren't very big and sewing needles are. The veterinarian said that we had three options: feed him lots of fiber and hope that he passes it safely, remove it using endoscopy, or if all else failed remove it surgically. Saturday night is not the best time to have your cat swallow a needle, but the vet called around and found an endoscopy specialist veterinarian in Capitola and we decided to go for the second option in order to avoid turning his intestines into a pin cushion.

What Doesn't Belong?

We got down there at around 11:30. The veterinarian there was finishing up another endoscopy (dog swallowed an earring) and we would be up next. They take Sherlock and prepare him for surgery a little bit before Dr. Hendee comes out to talk with us. It turns out that that bit of string is pretty key because a needle gets rather slippery in stomach juices. It seems like it should be a pretty straightforward procedure so we're hopeful.

They put him under and after about 15 minutes start the endoscopy. Ten minutes later Dr. Hendee comes out with the sewing needle and Sherlock is supposed to wake up in about 30 more minutes. 45 minutes go by and no sign up anybody. After an hour the technician comes out to and describes Sherlock as on a bad drug trip, throwing his body around the cage and generally freaking out. A little bit later Dr. Hendee comes out and says that Sherlock they had to give him some valium in order to sedate him and eliminate the convulsions. They're going to need to keep him overnight so C and I head home at around 2am and plan to call them in the morning.

The next morning we get ready to call the vet and see that there's a voicemail on my phone, which we weren't expecting. We call them back and find out that Sherlock isn't moving anymore and they're afraid that he has brain damage from the anesthesia procedure. Possible reasons include the breathing tube not getting oxygen to him effectively or a minor stroke induced by the anesthetic. Luckily his vitals are still stable. His gag and eye dilation reflexes are gone and they have him on steroids to reduce any brain swelling. Commence freaking the hell out.

We're frantic and drive down there immediately. Dr. Hendee has seen animals like this before and although some have improved, most have not. When we go in to see Sherlock he's in the ICU in a high oxygen baby box. They have an IV in him for fluids and he is laying on his side under a blanket. His eyes are glazed over and doesn't respond to anything, except when his body convulses once every few minutes. Brain dead was a pretty good description. After petting him for awhile we leave and decide to wait around for four hours to see if he improves. When we come back he hasn't improved although he hasn't worsened either and his vitals are still stable. We drive home and can't think of anything but our little boy.

We get a call that night from Dr. Hendee who finally has some good news. Sherlock is eating food! Luckily he is obsessed with wet food. He drastically improved within hours and was able to feel hungry, see, smell and swallow food. We're ecstatic and have some hope at last.

Monday morning we get another call and Sherlock is doing slightly better. He can move his legs and was able to drag himself around the box to go to the bathroom on his own. He's eating and drinking on his own and they'll hopefully be able to take him off of the IV soon. We say great and after a long day head down to visit him a little after it gets dark. It turns out that they require appointments to visit animals usually and we wait for awhile before we're sent to a waiting room for Dr. Hendee to go see Sherlock in the ICU again. She comes in with a kitten in a blanket on her shoulder! We pet him while he meowed like crazy and ate some wet food. After rubbing his belly for awhile he passed out and we left after about an hour with him. All of his legs are working and he was able to drag himself around a bit although he had a bit of valium in his system and was pretty lethargic.

The next day we get a call that we can pick him up. At the office he can walk around except he acts like he's had a few too many drinks and falls over. When we bring him home, his brother Bert doesn't quite know what to make of him so he runs and hides under the couch. When Sherlock tried to get up on the couch he tipped over and couldn't make it into any raised objects. This was a major problem, so we cleared everything out of our bedroom and stuck in the living room and closed the cats in there for the next three days while we slept in the living room.

After a few days he kept on improving and before long was normal. Giving him liquid anti-seizure medication twice a day for a month really sucked but we made it. Always get pills.

The veterinarian who took care of him was incredible and she was by his side day and night. Without Dr. Hendee he (and we) wouldn't have made it and she really cared about him.

So all in all, our cat had a minor problem that turned into a huge one and we thought he was going to die. He then miracululously became better and now is perfectly normal. What happened? Nobody knows. They say that cat medicine lags about 10 years behind human medicine, but even then there are so many things that just can't be diagnosed yet. Maybe someday...


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