My, what a Mass Effect 2 Week it has been!
Sigh. Pardon the dark sarcasm. This week began with promise and then it just had to go and get weird.
I’m actually referring more to my personal week than the week here at Riddlethos, but the above sentence applies to both. My week went something like this:
1. Mass Effect 2 claimed my soul. For two days after its release, I did nothing but play the game – and man is it good. So good that I never got around to writing about it – as you can see.
2. I Worked All Day Thursday. It’s true. Riddlethos doesn’t pay me. A small, independently owned restaurant in South Nashville pays me. Like any job, it has its ups and downs. Last Thursday was definitely a down.
3. Middle Tennessee is Hit with a Freak Snowstorm. Nope, not making it up. Out of the blue, we were smacked with five to six inches of snow. And guess who drove to work in it on Friday night? (Well, I technically carpooled with some friends.) A 56-mile roundtrip in a snowstorm is not my idea of fun. Or safe. And we didn’t get any business last night anyway.
4. I’m Snowed In. Well, kinda. The roads are shit and my restaurant was nice enough to close for the evening. I’ve spent most of today shooting the shit with a certain Mike Babasick, who was unlucky enough to get stuck at my apartment with me for most of the day.
5. Now I’m Alone. Mike is gone, and nobody is here to accompany me on this snowy evening. Therefore, I believe now is an excellent time to re-acquaint myself with Mass Effect 2. And who knows, maybe I’ll get around to writing something about it. I certainly don’t have much better to do at the moment.
Tags: Freak Murfreesboro Snowstorms, Mass Effect 2, Riddles' personal life
I was stuck in a Tennessee snow storm about 2004 years ago, actually right outside Murfreesboro. Your state really needs to learn how to deal with snow. We were MOTIONLESS on the highway for 3 hours (literally motionless. We got out and had a snowball right). I always say there’s a fairly major snowfall there about once every 6 years or so, and it looks like that statement’s accurate (at least given these two instances). Just thought I’d share :D.
Woah. You were like… in my state?
Weird thought, man. But anyway. Um. Yeah, you’re pretty much dead on about the 6 year intervals between massive snowfalls.
Why on earth were you unlucky enough to be in TN at that time? You certainly found out the hard way that drivers in Tennessee have absolutely NO idea how to drive in adverse weather condition.
(Myself excluded, of course.)
It actually gets weirder (well, not THAT much wierder. There’s no zombies involved or anything awesome like that). Murfreesboro is my family’s traditional 1/2 way between Florida and whichever midwestern state we happen to be living in at the time. Whenever we’re making the drive down or back up, we usually stay at the Holiday Inn off the highway.
On this particular trip we were actually moving back up north from Florida, though. It was January my senior year in high school, so I’m pretty sure that was early 2004. We left in the morning just as the snow was picking up and by the time we were right outside of Nashville, there was maybe 2 inches of snow. Traffic wasn’t the best already, as you can imagine, but apparently this was enough snow to cause a semi to jacknife across the entire highway, blocking ALL traffic going our direction. After about 3 and a half hours, they got one lane cleared, but it was still snowing, so traffic just went from “stopped” to “almost stopped.” My family was split between 2 cars, and my dad and I decided to try to punch through suburbia and try to get around Nashville that way, while my mom went the slow and steady route on the highway. This was probably about noon.
After about 5 hours of more or less cutting blind through the jungles of Nashville (this was before GPS devices were common), my dad finally decided to give my mom a call and try to decide where to meet up, having only gone maybe 50 miles total all day. It was very disappointing, but we at least figured Mom got further with the “stick with the highway” method.
So Dad’s talking to Mom and she mentions that they stopped to get food at a Wendy’s somewhere. All of a sudden Dad yells “hold on”, hangs a sharp right into a Wendy’s parking lot and parks right next to Mom’s car. Turns out both methods got us exactly the same distance in exactly the same amount of time.
Really has nothing to do with anything, but I just love that story and tell it whenever I get 1/2 a chance :D. That’s what I most remember about Tennessee snowfall.
Heh. Good story, Darth.
Nashville’s an awful place. I’ve lived here practically my entire life, Nashville is still a jungle to me. I avoid it whenever possible.
And yeah, I live about ten minutes away from that Holiday Inn. Weird indeed!