Would you like a Stick with that?

Stick practice (as in manual) yesterday with a colleague. I will master the stick before I get the 370Z. I must!

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Carpe Diem (seize the day)

Keys, keys, and not one to fit the lock

Broke my housekey trying to get into the house. Thank the gaws for 24-hour service! The Spouse was kind enough to ditch work to get home and get duplicates. I called the locksmith back and he repaired the whole kit and kaboodle. Whew!


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Carpe Diem (seize the day)

Weekend Poisoned

On Saturday, after crawling out of bed at a very late hour, we lunched at our favorite Thai restaurant before making an impromptu visit to a couple of used bookstores. Sadly, the industry is dying as more and more folks reach through the Internet to secure their reading material. We then finally watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. No wonder that movie topped at the charts. Dined at a local Italian chain restaurant before a fight with both our laptops. (We won. At 5:30 AM.)

Sunday began with yet another late start. Coffee sustained me as I gamed with my gaming brethren as Dogs in the Vineyard. Very, very different from the usual hack-n-slash. In this rpg, we took on the roles as "paladins" in pre-state Utah out to rid the world of evil under the auspices of the King of Life. Amazing how fast one gets self-righteous.

Things went wrong after dinner. Spouse complained of stomach pains after a hearty meal over at the local Marie Callendars. Exploded into a major worship of the porcelain throne starting at 3:00 AM, finally ending around 6:30 AM or so this morning as the last of the food poisoning finally ran its course. Both of us called in sick; the spouse, for obvious reasons, while I was ready to call 911. Things finally stabilized later this evening with a hearty meal of fish. 

 

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Carpe Diem (seize the day)

I was a Dog

Played the indie rpg, Dogs in the Vineyard today. Very...different.

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Carpe Diem (seize the day)

Yes

Yes, I'm still alive. Or I'm not dead as per Pink's album. More to come!

Pathfinder RPG and singer Rhianna. Really?

Fun Pathfinder game last night. SK's comment, though, on Rhianna:

Priceless!

Are you ready to be a father at 13 years old? Really?

How the heck did I miss this in the news? And would you look at him?!?

BOY dad Alfie Patten yesterday admitted he does not know how much nappies cost - but said: "I think it's a lot."

Baby-faced Alfie, who is 13 but looks more like eight, became a father four days ago when his girlfriend Chantelle Steadman gave birth to 7lb 3oz Maisie Roxanne.

He told how he and Chantelle, 15, decided against an abortion after discovering she was pregnant.

Read more: http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2233878.ece#ixzz0buZb6dME

Schwag!

Did I mention Top Gear contacted me earlier this week and wants me to review some of their soon-to-be released stuff?

Squee!

One Hour at a Time

One of my resolutions is to get our house in some semblance of order. I originally planned to start yesterday, following the old adage, "slow but steady."

Epic fail on starting yesterday. Tonight, though, I succeeded: I worked the allocated daily hour and tossed several hefty bags. Heck, you can actually see the results of my work.

One trash day of work done. 3.5 cups of bold coffee sans soy. I'll take it black tonight, thank you.

Knee gives up a Leg

Back in college, I injured my left so badly I had to get surgery. Well, the ramifications are now hitting me: I can no longer work out.

Specifically, I cannot perform aerobics, my favorite form of exercise. Sharp, stabbing pains shoot up as my foot hits the floor. With a sad wave and face, I told my instructor tonight I would no longer be attending her class. We waved, and I bolted home to shower and contemplate my next move.

I still plan to work out. Like 99.9% of Americans, getting into shape is one of my (numerous) new year's resolutions. How I get in shape will have to change, though. Thankfully I have tons of books, magazine, and online articles on fitness.

Still, I will miss those workouts.