Today is one of those numbing days. There were the phone calls and emails like an artillery barrage. As usual I get the full brunt of it as I have to deal with fixing broken things.

Anyway, that aside, made a slight scratch on my frying pan. I should know better than to stick sharp objects into it. There is a very slight scratch, nothing serious, but I grumble about these things. Heh.

My apartment also seems to be falling apart at the edges. The smoke alarm battery is probably flat, and it’s been beeping more often the last few days. So I dismantled it, just needing a replacement battery. Then today the ceiling light fused. Fortunately have experience replacing these things in Melbourne, so didn’t feel too helpless and managed to get that light cover off to expose the bulbs. At least these things seem to have been changed more often, as I recall the fixture in my apartment in Melbourne had been there for nearly 4 whole years before any replacements were necessary. Things get stuck after that length of inactivity. So it’s off to wherever I can find replacement batteries and light bulbs tomorrow.

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Picked up a PC game last Friday after work and have been playing it on and off the last few days. It’s called World in Conflict, and it depicts a hypothetical World War 3. Gameplay is interesting and it surprisingly runs on my dinky laptop quite smoothly. It was recommended by Ken and the allure of it is the multiplayer system, which is much like Counterstrike with tanks and helicopters etc.

Action is fast, without needing to spend too much waiting in between games. It’s one of those games that implement the scissors, rock, paper idea quite well and everything seems balanced. The current crop of modern games all feature VOIP technology, so instead of typing chat messages to your team mates, you can just hold a key on the keyboard and bark orders.

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It is supposedly the Mid Autumn Festival either today or yesterday. Didn’t have an opportunity to spot the moon much. Heh, there should be mooncakes floating around Chinatown, but don’t really seem too keen to eat any alone. These things just remind you about home and how much one misses it. Heh, looking forward to the next trip home already. Somehow NYC hasn’t really converted me to love the place yet.