More amusement from xkcd…
I’ve been informed that it’s snowing in SLC. Does this mean that zombie Jesus did not see his shadow when he came out of his tomb and that we have six more weeks of winter? Or should I just chalk it up to “It’s Utah…?”
Wednesday – 18 April 2007
Yesterday, I left work a little later than I had planned. It happens. I had to come home because, in all of my brilliance, I neglected to consider the benefits of taking a pair of jeans to work with me. Home. Changed. Off on [my] way, hit the open road… and made my way to the driving range.Â
And, I finally got to test drive my 1-wood/driver. Sweet monkey-squeezin’ Jesus…! When I managed to pull off a good swing and make a solid connection, the ball moved. Nicely. I still need to get a bit of practice in with it – this was the first range I’ve been on that allowed the use of a driver. But, I can see that I’m going to enjoy using that club.
After the range, onlyaly,
After dinner, I met my friend, Emily – whom I haven’t seen in a proverbial month of Sundays – for coffee. And then home again, home again. Jiggety-jig.
Stray Toasters
Out-of-Context Quote of the Day
“…throwing a strap over my head and going to town.”
Namaste.
Tuesday – 17 April 2007
Today started late.
No, that’s not right.
I started the day late. There, that’s better. I slept in this morning. A little more than I had intended, but hey… it’s sleep. I opted to skip coffee this morning; we’ll see how wise a decision that was.
While most of the road monkeys behaved themselves – as much as they ever do – there was one standout in the crowd. Brave. Bold. Stupid. I’m not sure which, but he was definitely marching to his own drummer. Coming out of Salt Lake County into Utah County on I-15, you drive down the southern face of Traverse Mountain. There was a line of semis (most of which were hauling two trailers) in the second lane from the right. Near the front of this line, a van slides in between two of the semis. And I do mean “slide.” There couldn’t have been more than four feet of space between the van and the semi that he pulled in front of. And the semi didn’t slow down. I don’t know if the van driver had balls of steel or a really good supply of Depends®, but he stayed right there. Four feet in front of that semi. And didn’t flinch.
Last night was D&D night. We started late – and there was a good bit of tangentially related silliness involved – but we did accomplish part of our goal – we made it to a dragon’s lair. (No, Dirk the Daring wasn’t there, nor was Singe or Princess Daphne.) The dragon, however, was quite dead. Actually, it was a bit undead. But that’s another story. Another reason that we went was to seek out a particular sword. While others in the party were talking, I decided to check some notes that I’d written a couple of months ago… because there was something in the back of my head that said “Something about this isn’t quite right.” Then I saw it: We had been told – in fairly certain terms – that the sword we were after had been stolen from the dragon’s lair a few centuries back. So, that part of the trip was a wash. *braincramp* We may be able to get a lead on who took it and/or where it went, but we’re effectively back at Square One on the sword quest. Yay.
Tonight brings a trip the driving range. The Shadowrun game is going on hiatus, for the time being. (This means that I don’t have to rush at the range tonight. Bonus!)
Stray Toasters
Namaste.
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Monday – 16 April 2007
Back on the chain gang… (with apologies to The Pretenders). So far, it’s been a pretty decent day, for a Monday, that is. If nothing else, it’s Mocha Monday at B&B. This means thirty-two ounces of triple-shot laden frozen mocha goodness. Amen.
I just got back from my morning constitutional. Nomad kept me on a good pace with the following offerings:
I remember seeing Poe live at The Big Shindig in June of 1997. Before she started her set, a guy with an electric cello came onstage, sat down and started to play. I don’t recall what he played, but it was classical… definitely a bit “out of sorts/out of place” for an all-day concert. He played a few songs and then… he… broke into the bass line of Angry Johnny. You could see the looks of disbelief on peoples’ faces – mine included – as they realized what he was playing.
I don’t know exactly what I did yesterday, but I did something to my right arm while at the driving range yesterday: My right bicep hurts. It’s roughly the same feeling I get after a good workout with dumbbell/barbell curls. But, there’s just something… wrong… about saying that you injured yourself playing golf. I mean, is there a less-intensive sport out there? It’s golf. And not even “real golf.” Just the driving range. Stand. Swing. That’s it. My sides hurt last week, from the twisting motion. That was understandable. But, this…? I got nothing.
Today’s musical offering: Hooverphonic – 2 Wicky
Namaste.
Sunday – 15 April 2007
Last night, I went to the reception for
After the reception, I went to breakfast with
When I got home, I finally got around to working on Nefer-Tem’s second costume: Civilian clothes. And, almost as soon as I walked out if the store, I was asked to join a team. And I did. And we whooped some ass. And it was good. I’m about a bubble away from Level 23 now.
So far, today has been a warm, sunny and relaxing day in the valley. I started the day by heading to one of the local courses with
Lunch and back home to hook up with my squad in Battlefield 2142. I don’t know what the deal was, but my connection was lagged to Hell and back. That made playing… difficult and irritating. But, I stuck with it for a while, hoping that it would get better. It didn’t. So, I logged off. I decided to try my hand at poker. That went a little better. I was playing with a bunch of yahoos who liked to go all-in with craptacular hands, so I won a few rather sizable pots.
And now, it’s off… to do some cleaning. Woo!
Namaste.
Saturday – 14 April 2007
So far, it’s been a very lazy day. It started with a rebroadcast of “The Substitutes” on Legion of Super Heroes. I slept through one episode of The Batman and half-watched the second.
I’m not sure what to do with the rest of my afternoon. I’m tempted to grab the clubs and find a driving range.
Stray Toasters
Time to play in the sunshine.
Namaste.
Friday (coda)
Thanks to onlyaly and
It was familiar, yet different. Shorter field. Fewer men on the field. Faster pace. And, it was fun. High-scoring fun. I’ve seen NFL games where the combined scores of the teams never broke double-digits. That wasn’t the case with this game. The Blaze beat the Avengers 76-63. Before tonight’s game, I wasn’t aware that former Dallas Cowboys quarterback Danny White was the Blaze’s Head Coach. His squad did a great job on the field. I may try to catch another game before the season ends in July. I may actually have a Utah-based team that I don’t mind rooting for now. Who knew?!
Added bonus: This game adds the first check mark on my 2007-2008 sports quest to see at least one game of as many professional sporting events as possible.
This was a nice – and different – way to spend the evening… end the week… hang out with friends. Thanks, again, to onlyaly and
Namaste.
Friday – 13 April 2007
Last night, I started on the new lyric drawing. I’m about halfway done… unless I decide to get OCD about one of the sections. We’ll see how that goes.
This morning started early. Well, what should ostensibly be my “normal” time… but hasn’t been for the better part of the week. It also started with a chalice of frozen mocha goodness and a quick stop in the north office.
Then the fun began.
Actually, the fun began before this but the story isn’t as good if I didn’t word it that way. *shrug* As the song says, “Time is a spiral, space is a curve.” So, by that rationale, I can make this as non-linear as I so choose.
The race with the road monkeys was fraught with obstacles. You would think that they could climb, swing, jump or otherwise avoid said obstacles. Apparently, I gave them far too much credit. There were three roadside incidents, one on the I-15 southbound collector from I-215, two on southbound I-15. And all of them – ALL of them – brought with them the phenomenon known as “spectator slowing.” Seriously, that’s how the radio stations here refer to it. For those who can’t suss it out from the name: “Spectator slowing” occurs when commuters slow – nearly to the point of stopping – to stare at an accident or someone getting a ticket… or someone who’s pulled onto the shoulder to make a phone call. And Utahns are no-no-notorious (notorious!) for doing it. In fact, the “second” incident on I-15 was caused by spectator slowing tied to the first I-15 incident.
So, the commute had pockets of stop-and-go flow. (There’s a bad joke in there to the effect of “See your doctor if this describes your symptoms…”). Knowing how the road monkeys often react, I’m sure that there were a lot of angry commuters in their shiny metal boxes. I, on the other hand, was cool with the whole thing. Why? Because the technopathic link with Nomad was in full effect again this morning:
In that order. Without me having to skip through songs. I am seriously beginning to think that
Stray Toasters
Quote of the Day
This came from Tuesday night’s aborted gaming session:
nox_aeternus: Is it not true that when you go from running around half-naked, showing off your manly chest, to your Kheldian form, you are a nebulous ball of purple energy?
shadorunr: No, I’m a squid.
nox_aeternus: Are you sure?
shadorunr: Yes.
nox_aeternus: Because, when I saw you, I half-expected to see you hanging out around Prince’s groin.
Namaste.
Thursday – 12 April 2007
Last night, I played Battlefield 2142 for the first time since God was a boy. Okay, it hadn’t been that long, but it had been since early January. I met up with the rest of team and we exchanged bullets, rockets, and grenades with opposing forces. It was fun. I do, however, need to remember to turn Multiplicity off before playing – the mouse kept tracking over to Intrepid at inopportune moments.
I woke up with a phenomenal (do DO do-do-do) headache this morning. I decided to take some Aleve and sleep in. That seemed to do the trick, for the most part. I still have a slight twinge, but not nearly as bad as it was earlier.
I’m not sure if the headache was contagious or if I’m developing a new level of technopathy, but Nomad was a bit cross this morning, too:
That’s right, my iPod is apparently not to be trifled with.
Quote of the Day (so far)
Excerpted from a conversation with
[10:33] shadorunr: So..
[10:33] shadorunr:Â I saw [this]
[10:33] shadorunr: And the first thing in my head was
[10:33] shadorunr: “Vagina Dentata…….”
[10:33] shadorunr: To the tune of Hakuna Matata
[10:33] shadorunr: Hell.
[10:34] shadorunr: Handbasket.
[10:34] nyx_hemsut: hahahaahahaahahahahahahahaha
[10:34] nyx_hemsut: I loves you 😀
And that’s that.
Namaste.
The 2007 NFL schedules were released today. Dates to remember:
Wednesday – 11 April 2007
Two and change down, two to go.
Last night, after work, I met
Last night was All Flesh Must Die night. Or, it was supposed to be. We showed up. Gaming materials were produced. But, we didn’t play. Instead, we sat around and BS’ed the evening away… which was at least as much fun as playing would have been.
This morning started off with me attempting to procure a cup of frozen mocha goodness. The Fates, however, had different ideas. It would seem as though the machine from which the Blessed Elixir is given was broken. BROKEN!!! Frozen caffeinated salvation was not to be mine. Instead, I wound up getting iced mocha almost-as-goodness.
I would make an “Ice Ice Baby” reference here, but I am afraid that nearly everyone who read it would immediately assume that I meant the song by Vanilla Ice. That would be about as far from the truth as one could get.
My reference would be from the Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, from whom Mr. Van Winkle lifted the tag line… for which he was subsequently sued (second paragraph).
From there, it was on to the SLC office to pick up a few things that needed to come south of the county line. The road monkeys were intermittently annoying. Fortunately, the iPod picked up most of the slack, once again:
Hearing Jungle Boogie put me not in the mindset of Pulp Fiction, but this.
Break’s over. Back on your heads.
Namaste.
Once again, the iPod was on the one:
That’s not a bad way to start off.
::: EDIT :::
I just got back from my morning constitutional (a very brisk constitutional, it’s 41° F and windy) and I’m beginning to think that my iPod is channeling the sentience once attributed to
Monday – 09 April 2007
I, very unintentionally, slept in this morning. Apparently, Saturday night’s lack of sleep, coupled with Sunday morning’s early awakening, caught up with me. Sleep Hard: With a Vengeance (coming soon to a theatre near you!) The rest of the day was cake. Aside from the road monkeys, there were no other monkey antics in the day. I consider that a plus.
After work, I met
And, of course, I watched the Jack Bauer show. *beep*…*beep*…*beep*…*beep*… (fade to black)
Stray Toasters
Namaste.
