Friday, September 30, 2005

7 x 7 things

7 things about me:
1. I have a bald spot on the back of my head
2. I have a 2" long scar in the middle of that bald spot
3. I got the scar when I fell 15' out of a tree and landed on a concrete block
4. When I cast my mind back, I can still see the blood on my hand
5. I was maybe 4 to 5 years old at the time
6. I suffer from nerve deafness, but only in my right ear.
7. The nerve deafness is apparently because I had German Measles when I was a baby.

7 things I plan to do before I die:

1. Travel to Europe
2. Buy and restore a late 60s Mustang
3. Spend time with my gandchildren
4. Attend another winning Richmond Tigers AFL game
5. See Richmond win an AFL Grand Final
6. See Richmond win an AFL Grand Final, in person
7. Retire to Australia

7 things I can do:
1. Play the guitar (not well, but I can play ;)
2. Sing
3. Read a book in a moving vehicle and not get sick
4. Give you the best foot rub of your life
5. Rock climb (climb anything)
6. Repair a hardware computer problem
7. Anything (ok, I can't really do everything, but I think I can)

7 things I cannot do: (these will all contradict "Things I Can Do" #7)
1. Major plumbing repair jobs
2. Run 100 metres in 10 seconds
3. Run a mile in less than 4 minutes
4. Fly an aeroplane
5. Compete in a Formula 1 race, as a driver, that is.
6. Ride the winning horse in the Melbourne Cup or the Kentucky Derby
7. Shoot a fox (had the opportunity, couldn't pull the trigger)

7 things that attract me to another person:
1. Humour
2. Sensitivity
3. Honesty
4. Faithfulness
5. Devotion
6. Committment
7. Physical appearance

7 celebrity crushes:
1. Jennifer Connelly
2. Amy Dumas (aka WWE's Lita)
3. Angelina Jolie
4. Lucy Liu
5. Catherine Zeta Jones
6. Denise Richards
7. Yancy Butler

7 Things I say the most:
1. I love you
2. Possibly
3. Potentially
4. Maybe
5. Yeah, yeah
6. Hang on
7. In a minute

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Grand Final 2005

At the start of the fourth quarter the Sydney (formerly South Melbourne) Swans were up by just 2 points. The Eagles continued to apply the pressure they'd poured on in the third quarter, forcing the ball into their forward pocket. Then, for reasons unknown, after taking a clean uncontested mark, Sydney's Luke Ablett kicked across the Eagles' goal square, missed his team mate and gave the Eagle's Ben Cousins an easy mark and shot at goal from just 15 metres out. Cousins didn't waste the opportunity; he made the 6-pointer and the Eagles finally regained the lead. Two minutes later the Eagles kicked another goal, increasing their margin to 10 points and Sydney fans everywhere were reeling in shock.

Sydney's Barry Hall had been closely marked all game and had been relegated to a support role, but halfway through the fourth quarter the big man's strength showed through and he took a mark 50 metres out frfom goal. This was a crucial kick for Sydney but Big Bazza came through, the ball sailed through the goal posts and the Swans were back in the game.

Ten scrappy, hard fought minutes later, the Eagles had managed to add just 2 points to their total while the Swans had added only 1. It was the Swans' Amon Buchanan who kicked the next goal to put his team back in front by just 1 point. As the clock ticked down the Swans kicked and missed four more times, increasing their margin by only 5 points. They really needed another goal to give them some breathing space but it wasn't going to happen.

The Eagles never gave up and drove the ball back down to their end of the field. With the ball in their forward pocket the Eagles desperately needed a goal and they fought hard for every loose ball, every mark, every possession. The Swans knew just how important a goal was and they fought just as hard to prevent the Eagles from getting a clean possession and a chance at goal.

The entire Footy world held its breath when a kick from an Eagle boot sailed towards goal, but the ball fell short, was grabbed by a Swan and run over the line. The Eagles got 1 more point to their total but what they really needed was that 6-pointer. The Swans kicked the ball back into play and more hard, scrappy fighting ensued. The Swans couldn't clear the ball and it stayed inside the 50-metre line, within easy kicking distance of the Eagles' goal.

With just seconds left on the clock the Eagles were determined to kick a goal. This was the 2005 Grand Final and victory was within their reach.

And I was watching the game.

And I was barracking for the Swans.

And we all know my record, don't we?

We all know what happens to the team I'm barracking for when I'm watching the game.

A boot found the ball, sending it skywards. When it fell back to earth it was right in front of the Eagles' goal square and barely 15 metres out. A solid pack of players waited below for their chance to make history.

If the Eagles could take the mark, or even just get a possession and clear the ball, the Grand Final was theirs. The Swans knew this and were determined to make sure that didn't happen. Of the 18 players the Swans are allowed to have on the field, I think 15 of them were in that pack.

Countless hands reached for the ball as it came back down, but it was the Swans' Leo Barry who flew out of the pack and took the mark. Despite having a dozen Eagles players land on top of him, Barry hung on and the pack crashed to the ground. As the umpires blew their whistles and tried to sort out the mess the final siren sounded.

The 2005 Grand Final was over, and after a 72-year drought the Premiership Cup will once again grace the Swans' locker room, at least until next year.

Friday, September 23, 2005

A painful start to the morning

Amber woke me up at 4 this morning saying her name. Clear as a bell I hear her say "Amb-uh", which is how I say it. If I pronounced it "Amb-er" then I'd sound like an American. Which I am, of course. I was naturalized last year, but I'm also still an Australian. The most apt description is that I'm an Australian who thinks like an American.

So for the next 20 minutes or so Amber is in her cot, talking to herself and playing with her toy dog that goes "Wow! Wow! Wow!" "Pant, pant, pant.", etc.

She finally dozes off and I get back to sleep, only to be woken 30 minutes later when my alarm goes off. I gather my clothes and decide that with Amber only just getting back to sleep I'll get dressed downstairs. I head downstairs with an armful of clothes and half-way down I miss a step.

Fortunately I had both my legs out in front so there was no chance of wrenching a knee or breaking a lower limb, but I also had my clothes in my left arm so I had no chance of catching myself either. I think I slipped down a couple of steps, catching myself with my right arm braced on one step. My left elbow either hit the wall or smacked against the steps, which are carpeted so they're a little softer than wooden steps. But I now have carpet burn on my left elbow, my lower back is sore and I think I jarred my neck a little bit.

Did I mention a while back my neck was all messed up and clicking when I turned my head to the right and back? Well that finally went away after several repeated, loud, almost painful neck pops.

Now my neck hurts again and I really feel like I need to pop it. I don't think I should though. I don't think it's out of alignment (although that's possible) I think it's more that I just jarred it, and it needs time to recover.

What a great start to the morning.

I'm working on my regular day off for the next month or so to accrue time off for a vacation in November. So I'm at work today when I'd much rather have just crawled back into bed after falling down the stairs.

On a positive note, coz I believe in looking on the bright side, I'm heading out to Santa Monica this evening to watch the Aussie Rules Grand Final (think Super Bowl) with a good mate of mine who is actually a supporter of one of the two teams in tonight's game. Gonna be a late night. The game doesn't start until 9pm (2pm Saturday in Australia) and won't be over until at least midnight. Then it's a good 30-45 minute drive from Santa Monica back home afterwards. We're going to Santa Monica because there's an English Pub there which shows the Grand Final every year, and all the Aussies know this, so this is a communal thing as well.

I could just watch the game at home tonight but I'd miss all of the atmosphere that will be present at the Pub. I just hope for my mate's sake that the Sydney Swans win...and for mine too, coz they're who I'll be barracking for. Unfortunately, whenever I watch a game, the team I am barracking for almost always loses. Like 98% of the games I've watched, the team I've been cheering for has gone down. And I can't use this to my benefit and root for the team I want to lose, because we all know curses don't work that way. Despite what you're saying out loud, the curse knows what's in your heart, so the team you're secretly rooting for will still lose.

You might as well just be true to your heart, cheer out loud for the team you really want to win, and not be too disappointed when they lose like you knew they were destined to do.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Sight of the day

Downtown Los Angeles. Spring Street. The Bus Stop halfway between 5th & 6th Streets.

Approximately 6 ladies were standing at the bus stop, all had their hands over their mouths & noses, all had grimaces on their faces at some unknown but obviously despicable smell.

I suspect an odoriferous denizen of the streets was nearby, and his fragrance was not pleasing to these ladies. That or a street dweller had chosen that very spot to use as his toilet. The smell of ammonia or fecal matter can be rather overpowering on a warm day.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Los Angeles County Fair

I was talking with my niece last night and she was all excited that she was going to the Royal Melbourne Show next week. I told her that I was going to the Los Angeles Show the next day, which was today. Yes, I know it's really a County Fair, but my niece is Australian, and essentially the Royal Melbourne Show and the L.A. County Fair are the same thing, just in different countries.

Xinh came around early this morning and we convinced Liz that she wasn't staying at home. My knees have been killing me all week, and there was no way I was going to let Liz stay home while I went and walked all over the Fair grounds.

We got out to the Fair fairly (ha!) early, but not as early as last year where we had to line up and wait for the ticket booths to open. Like last year we also paid for VIP parking, $15 for a parking spot within 30 seconds walk of the entrance/exit, totally worth it.

The first ride JE wanted to go on was the giant slide, which had the name on top of the launch platform, but there appears to be no valid website for ;)

We bought $40 worth of tickets to use for the rides, but the giant slide was not our first stop. Our first stop was the Lazer Tag game. It was pretty fun, considering it was just JE versus me :D As soon as Liz & Xinh upload their photos from today you'll be able to see how much fun we had :)

We walked through the Midway, played a few games, won a few prizes, before we got to the giant slide. JE & I went on it three times, chewing through over half of our tickets. We also had a turn on the Bumper Cars. Now I get it, I almost typed Dodgem Cars then, that's what Australians call them. See, I was dodging all of the other cars, whereas the Americans who call them Bumper Cars were bumping and ramming everyone else. So Liz told me to ram a car or two, so I did, and I think I almost gave JE whiplash. I blamed Liz for that ;)

Then Liz decides she wants to go on the Ghost Train/Haunted House so Xinh stayed with Amber while the three of us went on that ride. Bad idea, Liz. JE was ok with the first thing popping out at us, because the doors behind hadn't closed fully so it was still light. Then the doors closed, the lights went out, and the second "scarey thing" jumped up screaming, which really scared JE and he grabbed hold of me. I put my hands over his eyes but when we got outside he got upset with me, with me! for covering his eyes! I explained to him that the rest of the ride was very scary, just like the first bit. He accepted that, especially when he saw the three-story fun house, so I took him in that. Moving floors, very fast conveyor belts with holes at the end, a very long slide from the third floor down to the ground, it was a lot of fun, albeit slightly dangerous, or so I thought. The conveyors stopped and started at random, and they moved very quickly, I'd hate to be on one of them when it started up, especially given the deep depressions in the floor at the end of the belt, which you need to jump over or risk stepping in and potentially tripping up or falling over. I had to ride down the slide with JE, because it was somehow too big. This is the kid who went on the Euroslide (.com) three times, but he was scared to go down this enclosed, spiralling slide.

The "farm" was mentioned and JE decided that was where he wanted to go. We made it to the "farm", actually the animal barn where all of the show animals are on display. Of course we lost Liz and JE in there, so Xinh and I made our way outside. I had Liz's phone in my bag and when Xinh went to get a drink I saw Liz, so I ran up to her and passed Xinh getting a drink, but I didn't realize Xinh was right there. I figured I had the phone, Xinh had her phone, I'd found Liz and JE, best that I stick with them and we could call Xinh and tell her where we were, especially as I didn't go back to the seats out in the sun where we'd been just before but found us a table with chairs inside a small shed where they were setting up for a show or something. I started feeding Amber (who was very hungry by this time) and then Xinh called, or we called her, either way we managed to locate each other again.

After Amber had been fed we decided we needed to be fed too, so we found a BBQ Shack and got some real people food there. JE didn't want the Hot Dog we got him, he wanted a roast corn on the cob. To his credit, once we got one for him, he ate the whole thing. Amber had fallen asleep by now and Xinh wanted to ride the tram back to the exit, but the trams don't allow strollers on board unless they're folded up. Kind of hard to fold up a stroller if there's a sleeping baby inside ;) The two girls and JE rode the tram around the perimeter of the Fairground, and changed trams half way around, then caught a Trolley Car for the last leg. I made a beeline straight through the Fairgrounds for the exit, and got there before them...several minutes before them. In fact I got there before them by such a large margin that I actually called them twice (I took Liz's phone with me) to see where they were.

On my walk back back to the exit I was looking for the perfect person to be a nice guy to, and I finally found them. A father spending the day with his daughter received the last 8 ride tickets we had. It wasn't much, just a ride or two for them, but we were leaving and had no use for them, I figured someone else could use them and have some fun. I realize there are people in this world who would say "Screw them. These are our tickets. We paid for them. Why should we give them away to someone we don't even know, just because we're leaving the Fair and won't use them." I'm not that kind of person.

As we left the parking lot we passed all these cars full of people coming in. I understand that the Fair runs late into the night, but we were leaving at the hottest part of the day, and these people are just getting to the Fair AND it's totally crowded by the time we were leaving, and it was only going to get worse with all of these people coming in. By comparison, when we get there early in the morning the grounds are very empty, we can have an enjoyable time without having to deal with huge crowds. There's still crowds of course, just not as brutal as when we were leaving.

So, that was our day at the 2005 Los Angeles County Fair.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Understanding Realtor-speak

I believe some of my readers are looking for new places to live, so this little post may come in very handy. Now when the Realtor starts using their industry-lingo to describe your "Dream Home", you'll know exactly what they mean.

Dream Home = You? Afford this place? You're dreaming!
Wide Open Floor Plan = Previous owner removed supporting walls
Starter home = Needs a lot of work, see "Wide Open Floor Plan"
Must see to believe = Usually used along with "Starter Home"
Scenic view = Of the garbage dump/trailer park/prison over the back fence
Useful outbuildings = No inside toilet
Country-style theme = Wooden toilet seats, also see "Useful Outbuildings"
Much sought-after = Listed twice and still no buyers
You'll love it = No, you won't
Unique city home = Used to be a warehouse, buildings either side still are
Hamlet = Small, backwoods town. You'll never be a local, no matter how long you live there.
Charming = Tiny (room for Snow White, but none of the Dwarfs)
Cozy = Cramped (room for one of the Dwarfs)
Studio = Even smaller than cozy
And much, much more = we ran out of fake compliments

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

A very Bushy vacation

Please pay close attention to the following picture. Note the clarity and the detail in the photograph. Notice the crispness of the subjects in the foreground, and the slightly out-of-focus look to the subjects and scenery in the background.

If you're going to photoshop a picture, this is a perfect example of how to do it. While software tools exist to facilitate the merging of two photographs, as has obviously been done with this picture, it still takes skills to produce a piece of this caliber. Although it's obvious where the separation line between the two merged photos must be, the only visible indication is the slight blurriness of the water next to the tail of the fish. Yes, the subjects in the foreground are very clear compared to the slightly out-of-focus background, but that's not a flaw or a sign of a photoshopped picture; blurriness of the background is to be expected if the camera is focused on the subjects closest to the lens.

Whoever created this masterpiece really knows their stuff. I am very impressed.

Ladies & Gentlemen, I give you, a very Bushy Vacation:

Fire in the hole!

I made two pathetic attempts to nail J, one of the girls in our office, with those soft, squishy, stress-release thingamabobbies (I have a light bulb and a star) and was picking them up off the floor between our cubicles when our Director came around the corner. Thinking quickly I claimed that J had thrown them at me. Usually a good sport our Director was oddly enough not amused. Of course J denied throwing them at me so I quickly quoted Shakespeare, stating that the lady doth protest too much. Our Director was still not amused. No more throwing of things, she said, as she walked past us and into the breakroom.

J came by my desk later and explained that the Director had not been in a good mood because J and A (another coworker) had been having rubber band wars last week and got caught. We're not talking about those pitiful little rubber bands; we're talking those 6 inch long, 1 inch wide babies. We're talking about the elephant guns of rubber bands. A had been nailing J all week, and J had been trying to get him back and succeeding as well as I had when I'd thrown my squishy, stress-release toys at her, so finally J loaded up two of these heavy duty rubber bands and let fly. Of course she caught A right in the back of the head just as our Director walked around the corner.

Our Director seems to have a knack of being in the wrong place at the right time...or is it the right place at the wrong time?

Monday, September 12, 2005

Sunday, September 11, 2005

The weekend in review

After spending the last weekend painting our stairway walls and ceiling, which required me to get on the step-ladder on the landing half way up the stairs and use a roller on an extension and still just be able to reach the ceiling, I was wiped out. Liz wanted to paint this weekend as well, she wants Amber's room painted, as well as the final stairway wall, but it didn't happen. We had a relaxing weekend instead :)

Saturday evening we went out with Liz's parents to a Chinese restaurant that is an old family favourite, called Mr. Chopsticks, located in a corner mall at Santa Anita & Lower Azusa in El Monte. Seems like we've been there at least once a month during the last 7 1/2 years, on average. The food is pretty good, and while they do have the Caucasian favourites, beef w/ black bean, orange chicken, kung pao chicken/shrimp, etc, they also have some more traditional Chinese dishes which are exceptionally yummy. I love their shrimp with walnut in orange butter sauce. We get it every time we're there. The check finally arrived at the same time as the "after dinner plate of oranges" and both were placed on the table next to me. Liz's mom reached across the table for the check so I picked up the plate of oranges and offered them to her. Well she was trying to get the check, but she wanted some orange too, so she took an orange and I went and paid for the dinner. They'd invited us out and intended to pay for dinner but I thought it would be amusing if we paid for it instead. Well I thought it was funny :)

Last night I joined my sister, her husband, and a member of their guild online in a dungeon in the World of Warcraft. That doesn't mean we were locked up. Think of Dungeon in a Dungeons & Dragons context. After we completed the Dungeon my brother-in-law and I set off to do some more quests, kill some more critters, and maybe go up a level. My sister's character is many levels higher than us so unless we need her assistance in a Dungeon (which requires several people working together) usually I'll just hang out with her brother-in-law, or my niece who has a low level character and likes to play with my high level Hunter/Ranger character and his pet Tiger.

After a good bit of questing I was standing by a tower in a low level area (lvls 10-20 normally quest there) when I saw two Horde Rogues (we were playing Alliance characters) come in and start killing the NPCs in the area. The server we play on allows Player vs Player action, but most people just group together and kill the computer controlled monsters or NPCs (NPCs also include the towns' villagers, blacksmiths, innkeepers, etc). When you attack one of these NPCs, you get flagged as a PvP character. Now what most of the newbies in the World of Warcraft do not realize is that a PvP character cannot normally attack you unless you attack them first, which switches your PvP flag on, allowing them to retaliate. My character was only lvl 18. The Horde players were ?? to me, but as I saw them kill a couple of lvl 60 players I figured they were lvl 60 themselves. My Hunter is a high level but still only lvl 48. I msgd one of my Guild members, a lvl 55 and told him of the situation, explaining that the Horde Rogues were killing the low level players, who were just doing what they thought they had to and defending the land from the invaders, and getting killed in one hit by players 4 times their own level.

*aside* When one or more players set out to harass other players by killing them and stopping them from enjoying their game, we call that Ganking or Griefing.

I wasn't the only one reporting to my Guild what was happening. I've been using my headset to talk to my bro-in-law as we adventure, which is way better than typing as we fight, especially in the middle of a fight, so my bro-in-law was also letting his Guild know about the Griefers, and I'm sure the lowbies getting ganked were calling out to their Guild members for help too. When two of my Guildies said they were coming in, I logged out and logged back in as my Hunter. By the time I got to the area where my lowbie character had been earlier the tables had been turned. There were a dozen very high level Alliance characters making mince meat out of the Rogues. While my Hunter would have been carved up by the Rogues if I'd taken them on by myself, as a support character I have some very useful anti-Rogue skills, such as a Hunter's Mark which prevents the Rogue from Stealthing (going invisible) which allows him to backstab you and potentially kill you in one hit. I also have a Flare ability which can be used to detect Stealthed characters if they're in the area where my Flare goes off. Now I felt for the little lowbie characters who'd been ganked by these Horde players, because when I first started playing I had exactly the same thing happen to me, and I felt compelled to fight back against these Horde players who'd dared invade our land, and I got backstabbed to death for my effort, several times.

Last night helped my brethren kill the Griefers five times, including one exciting chase half way across that area. I'd Marked the Rogue so he couldn't Stealth, set my Tiger on to him and cast Dash on my Tiger to give him an extra burst of speed, which helped him catch the Rogue. Being a Hunter I naturally have a Rifle, or at least as a Dwarven Hunter I have a Rifle. If I were playing an Elf I'd naturally have a Bow. As such, although the Rogue was far ahead of me, I was still able to get off a shot every now and then as we chased him down. I'm sure he didn't appreciate us running him into the ground then beating him senseless, because after we killed him he was last seen running for the hills back to his own lands.

With the fighting over I had to push myself away from the computer and take a big, deep breath and let the adrenaline run its course. I've been playing World of Warcraft for several months now, but killing real players (killing their characters, that is) is a HUGE rush. It reminded me of back in the day when my friends would come over and visit and my bro-in-laws would come by, and we'd all network our computers and kill each other multiple times in hour long Doom & Quake deathmatch sessions. The women folk would enter the room and hold their noses, apparently the testosterone levels in the room were too high for their sensitive noses ;)

This morning Liz took the little ones to her parents, then we bummed around for a little while until it was time to head for Long Beach and the Queen Mary. We joined Xinh and several of our friends who we haven't seen for the longest time for Brunch, which seemed a little more expensive than I remember, but maybe it's just that we haven't had Brunch there for some time. Apparently the Queen Mary is haunted, and as we were getting into our car afterwards liz said she heard someone scream like they'd seen a ghost, or perhaps they succumbed to the hype and thought they'd seen a ghost.

After we got home Liz had a nap, then we prepped Amber's room for painting, which involved moving her crib into our room for the next X days until the painting is done and the paint smell has dissipated. We discovered I had to remove our door in order to get Amber's crib into our room, but there's only two hinges on our door and the pins slide out very easy so it was a simple process to remove it and rehang it afterwards.

Now it's only 9:15, and I'm a little tired, and I've got work tomorrow, but am I going to go to bed now? Heck no, the World of Warcraft awaits. For years I've searched for the perfect game. World of Warcraft isn't it, because the perfect game doesn't exist yet, and it won't until we have fully immersive games a la The Matrix, but, World of Warcraft does come very, bloody close to being the perfect game :)

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Funny signs

Just a quick post (not a real one) in an effort to bring a smile to someone's face, anyone's face, it doesn't matter. If you smiled at even one of these (or groaned) then I've made a difference and my cunning plan has worked ;)

I'm sure some people need this sign, they'd be the same people who need to be told not to use their hair drier while in the shower ;)

I guess they mean the other right.

So how do I get in then? And do I really want to get in? Is there also a sign at the exit that tells me not to exit there?

Well of course it is. That's just stating the obvious. It's all downhill after that.
"Cigarette? No? Ok, well, I guess I better be going. Got work in the morning. I'll call you."

This one speaks for itself :)

And you thought revealing the location of the Bat Cave was bad :)

Hope you all have a great day.

Friday, September 02, 2005

The Golf Ball, and Physics 101

The coefficient of restitution of the average golf ball is 0.6, meaning if we drop (u=0) the golf ball from a height of 10 feet (or 10 metres, doesn't matter) it will rebound to a height of 6 feet (or 6 metres), i.e., it will rebound to 6/10 of the height from which it was dropped.

If you throw the golf ball towards the ground (u>0) you will affect the proportional height to which it rebounds not because you have changed the coefficient of restitution, but because you have increased the velocity (v) at impact, however, it does not matter how hard you throw the golf ball, you will not affect its acceleration (a), you will only directly affect its initial velocity (u).

Acceleration (a) of the golf ball is dependent on two factors: gravity of 32 feet per second-squared or 9.8 metres per second-squared; and the drag coefficient imposed on the golf ball by wind resistance, which for this exercise we'll set at 0.5, a not unreasonable figure for a golf ball.

The weight of the golf ball is the industry standard 1.6oz, or 45.3grams.

You are standing on top of the building on the left. Your friend is standing on top of the building on the right. If you simply dropped the golf ball from a height of 170 feet, given a COR of .6, the golf ball should theoretically rebound to a height of 102 feet. It would therefore be quite feasible for you to throw the golf ball with enough initial velocity (u) to have the golf ball return to its initial starting point, 170 feet off the ground.

Between the two buildings you will notice there is a road and a sidewalk (footpath) upon which cars are driving and people are walking. At the base of your building (the left one) there is a parking lot. What with it being a Friday and the parking lot servicing a nearby government building (yours), there are an abudance of empty parkings spots within the lot.

Remember, you are standing on top of the building on the left, at the base of which is a reasonably empty parking lot. You also have a golf ball in your hand, in case you hadn't yet worked that out already. Your friend is standing exactly 100 feet away from you, on top of the adjacent 170 foot tall building.

Now, the question is, if you throw the golf ball down into the parking lot, 170 feet below, do you reckon you could nail one of the cars?