|Day 2 and part of day 3
||[Mar. 4th, 2008|11:42 am]
David taught me how to operate Zeno last night. He, however, didn't teach me how to shut him down. I had one eye on him, and the other on a presentation for the Massive team. I heard a "thump", "crunch", and Zeno had fallen on the floor, and his head was hanging by a string, and the servos were still whirring. |
I screamed "David!" I fought back the tears.
Fortunately, he was able to fix him perfectly, like nothing happened, in about 25 minutes. Today, he taught me how to shut him down correctly, and he didn't fire me.
When we left CeBit last night, we dropped off two of our peeps at the flat, and David, Nick, and I walked out into the night in search of a beer. We didn't know where we were, or which way to go, so we just walked and made random right turns. Eventually, we came to a place called "Einstein", and we couldn't resist.
They new right away that we were Americans and we were here for CeBit.
These folks were so nice. They went across the street and brought us back some delicious pizza, and they joined our table and drank with us. When the Italian restaurant closed, the owner and his pals came to the bar and joined us.
Then, they busted out this weird old Italian dice game. Everyone got a little leather cup with like 5 dice in them, and I never really understood the rules. David and Nick kept playing until they understood. All I really got was that the looser had to buy the next round.
It was very fun, and they helped me with my German. It's weird how if you just listen and watch the person speaking, how much you can actually understand. One fellow rolled up one of those, I don't know what they are called, but it's a joint rolled up with tobacco, and we walked down the street and smoked it.
Considering all I drank last night ( wine, beer, grappa ), the pot, and only 5 hours sleep, I felt fine this morning.
When we got to the fest, I went (almost) straight to the café for some weird German scrambled eggs. I ordered them with cheese, and the guy was so baffled by that request. Like I asked him for some crack or something. I ended up stuffing them in a roll, and eating it like a sandwitch.
Some fellow rolled in some crates on dollies that were filled with many, many bottles of wine from New Zealand. There is an after hours wine party this evening for all the exhibitors (with the New Zealand group).
I'm gonna go around the building and take pictures of weird stuff. I wish I had been quick enough when the gaggle of beautiful German women wearing tight white jeans, white shirts, and high-heel black patent leather boots, came walking by with a sexy stride. If they come by again, I will snap a shot.
Would that be robocide?
Yes...take a shot plz. ;)
I can't help thinking about the odd family dynamic: The Father, the Mother, the Goat-Son that sprang from the Mother, and the Minerva-Pinocchio son that sprang from the Father. Glad you didn't get fired.
Cheese, kase, is pronounced kay-zae.
that is a useful word. thanks!