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Saturday, October 30, 2004
Last night we took the kids to the Pumpkin Prowl at the Zoo. They had a zillion carved pumpkins set up all over the place. Well, maybe not a zillion, but I'm sure there were over a thousand. I wish I had those pumpkin seeds, I love toasted pumpkin seeds. We went with a bunch of B's mom friends and their husbands and kids, and afterwards we hit up a local mexican restaurant. The dinner was fabulous, and the kids actually behaved.
On the way home I noticed a huge red neon R, the Rainier Beer logo. It was sitting in the back of a truck, all lit up. I'm pretty sure it was the one that was on top the Rainier brewery for many years. It was parked across the street from the bar down at the bottom of my block. Pretty cool. I should have walked down and taken a picture. Friday, October 29, 2004
Alright. My friend Corey has an irrational fear of zombies. Obviously it's irrational, since zombies don't actually exist. Still, he freaks out if you mention them (or that spider currently crawling on his shoulder) and if he has a nightmare about them, he won't go back to sleep. Instead he'll check all the windows of his apartment to make sure they aren't open so the zombies can get in.
He also thought he had a zombie in the back seat of his car one night when he saw a face in his rear-view mirror. He'd have actually been relieved if it had been a mugger. "Gimme your wallet!" "Oh shit, I thought you were a zombie. Thank God! Here ya go. Have a nice day!" Of course, I had to rib him about it. "Hey, Corey, are you also scared of unicorns?" "Fuck you, when the living dead rise up you'll see what I mean". "Yeah. Maybe a zombie virgin will be riding a zombie unicorn?" "Man, fuck off!" Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Ugh. I feel like crap today, I'm starting to get a cold. Blarg.
Last night I carved up the kid's pumpkins into jack-o-lanterns. Isabel wanted a princess, and I wanted to do a monster for harry. I'll need to get some pictures, they turned out pretty good. Isabel's is just a classic pumpkin face with a crown. Monday, October 25, 2004
Crikey. This weekend I took a piece of yarn and put it around Harry's head. Then I compared that to Peggy, B's mom. Same freakin' size. Harry's head, at 2 1/2, is the same size as his grandmothers. Holy freakin' uff-da.
B and I watched "Rudy" last night. I had never seen it, and thought it was from a lot longer ago than 1993. Good movie. Yes, it made both of us cry. I told ya we're suckers for sappy sports movies. Sunday, October 24, 2004
Holy freakin' glub. How could I ever forget that my football franchise is cursed? The Seahawks did it again, managing to throw 4 interceptions in a loss to the 1-4 Cardinals. We just plain sucked.
Speaking of sucked, my Scotchtoberfest party was a failure again this year. Two years running with only a dozen guests. Well, at some point I need to face facts, my friends are old and lame, and nobody comes to parties anymore. No more Scotchtoberfest. It's not worth the money if I can't get a critical party mass of guests. The kids are having fun today. They loved the party last night, staying up until like 10:30pm even though I put them to bed at 9. This morning they found a toy ad in the paper, and Harry liked a big rig with 18 hotwheels clone cars inside, and Isabel liked a baby doll set with bassinett and pacifier and other accessories. They walked around all morning showing any adult who'd pay attention. Well, during their nap Grandma went out and bough those two things for them. Man oh man are they happy. Eh, grandmas are for spoiling. Saturday, October 23, 2004
Ouch. My battered Huskies hung with #1 ranked USC for the first half, holding USC to 10 points but missing two field goals ourselves to leave it 10-0 a the half. The second half wasn't pretty, giving up another 28 unanswered points to end up 38-0. That's the first time the Huskies have been shut out since 1981, which I didn't know was the longest streak in college football. Sigh. Plus we're now 1-6, which gives us our first losing season in 27 years.
Last night we got babysitting and went to see Friday Night Lights, which was a fun movie. B and I have a soft spot for sports movies and crappy disaster films. She gets WAY too worked up over movie football games, however. Really tense. It makes me happy to have a wife who can get worked up over football. It's the calm before the storm for my Scotchtoberfest party, which starts out in half an hour. I cooked up a dozen scotch eggs as appetizers (hard boiled egg wrapped in sausage then baked or deep fried. Yummy!) Oh, I may have forgotten to mention a "beer" fact. Colt 45 (go Lando!) is better than Old English 800 is better than Steel Reserve High Gravity. Just FYI in case anyone wants to drink malt liquors. Friday, October 22, 2004
Every Tues and Thursday night B goes to a Jazzercise class at a local community center, which means I get to play with the kids alone. "Just two kids and a Dad", as Isabel says. Last night we watched the IMAX movie "Beavers" (my TiVo had recorded it off a hidef channel) and they absolutely LOVED it. They were laughing their asses off the whole movie, and when it was done they decided they were a pair of baby beavers and I was daddy beaver, and they climbed all over me for 45 minutes. I sat on the couch, with my hands protecting my jewels from inadvertant smashing, while they jumped on me, slide down my legs, and repeated. They were having SO much fun. I love it when they get into uncontrolable hysterical laughing. Wednesday, October 20, 2004
I finished Ursala K LeGuin's "A Wizard of Earthsea" recently. It was a book that I checked out of the Spokane Public Library back when I was maybe 10, and never really got started with it, and never really had an interest until recently when I saw it on a bunch of "100 best scifi/fantasy novels", and then the kicker was SciFi channel is doing a miniseries of it in December, so I aquired a copy. It's alright, not super great, and I had a hard time liking Ged, the main character, but I did find it interesting that it was supposed to be aimed at children. Children with a monster vocabulary, maybe. Uff-da. I can see why I didn't like it then.
The Ghormenghast trilogy by Peake is another one I tried, didn't like at first, and gave up on, but have heard is considered really good. Oh, and same with Sword of Shannara. It was ludicrously similar to Lord of the Rings. I mean, four short guys going on a quest to save the world?!? Give me a break. Actually, Dune was another. I think that's about all the books I can remember trying and not liking as a kid. I did like Dune quite a bit when I finally read it a few years ago, but I fail to see why it's rated in the top 10 of all time. Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Sweet! My friend Thommer showed up last night for our Monday Night Football party with a wrapped gift for me, with instructions to open whenever I felt like it. Being an instant-gratification type of American, I opened it, and it was a Ray t-shirt from Achewood, one of my favorite online comics. Achewood is character-driven, and they are all nuts, but hilariously so. Ray is the cat who always walks around in a Speedo. He accidentally sold his soul to the devil and now he's mega rich.
Monday, October 18, 2004
Well, my stupid turkey, even though still partially frozen when starting, AND stuffed with stuffing, took about an hour less to cook yesterday than it was supposed to, so I thought it was pretty dry and ruined come dinner time, but everybody raved about it. I think they were just being polite, but B says she really liked it. Maybe my standards for turkey are just higher than normal. Eh, the rest of dinner was awesome. Funny group.
I have no idea what team showed up in that first half of the Hawks-Pats game, but my Seahawks obviously didn't show up until the second half. At least the rest of our schedule looks pretty easy, unlike my Huskies, who play #1 USC at USC this weekend. Ok, picture time. I've got some before and after shots of our new kitchen counter, some of Thom's Royal Flush, and some of our family campout to La Wis Wis last summer. And more: Isabel Four Wheelin' and my Six Brother Reunion from last August. Sunday, October 17, 2004
I'm seriously thinking about voting for Bush now, since I just got spammed by some Kerry supporters. Freakin' SPAM. Gah. Talk about alienating your supporters.
The kitchen is done and back together. I'll try to post some pics tomorrow, gotta cook a turkey today. I can't believe my Huskies gave up 7 turnovers. We're now 1-5, and we've only got 1 or 2 more decents shots at victories for the rest of the season. Heh, maybe we can pull an upset on #1 ranked USC at USC next weekend. NOT! We also lost three more players for the year, one with a severely broken leg. I've never seen a team so wracked by injuries. Those of you who follow Texas and complain about 8-3, 9-2, and 10-1 seasons because you didn't win the national championship need a reality check. It gets MUCH worse. Fortunately, I reached deep into a dusty corner of my brain and pulled out the mindframe I used watching football in high school, when we really sucked, so I enjoyed the game anyway. Been 18 years since I've rooted for a crappy team. Saturday, October 16, 2004
3 trips to the hardware store today, confirming I hate plumbing. Note to self: Just always buy new parts, never try to reuse parts, no matter how beefy they look.
I'm done for now, will continue it after the Husky game this afternoon.
Yesterday Home Despot called to say our counter was actually in. My brother and I drove up there in his truck with roof rack, and it took them a freakin' half hour to find the damn counter. Gah. Anyway, we got it home, and I started removing the heavy ass old cast iron sink, and the old laminate counter. The old counter was made the classic way, lay down plywood, nail it down to the base cabinets, then glue on a laminate sheet. Unfortunately, this made removal a royal pain, since it wasn't screwed in from below. Gah. Well, no destruction project resists me and a pair of crowbars for long.
The new counter was supposed to be 24" deep. I had 25" to work with before the kitchen swinging door would run out of clearance, but with the backsplash, the counter was actually 25.5" deep. GAH! Finally I made a tool to etch a line a half inch along the backsplash, and used my circular saw to slice that chunk off the back, now it fits perfect. The next step was to cut out the hole for the new sink. It's going to be SO nice having a new sink, the old one was too shallow and water splashed out of it, spitting on people and the counter around when you used it. I got the hole cut, then we put down the silicon sealant and the sink is now installed. I checked clearances under the sink, and the drain is a mere 2.5" below the sink. The sink beaver needs the drain to be 6" below the sink to drain properly, so I can't install one until I'm ready to re-plumb the drain line. Since it's behind plywood, I don't want to do that right now so I'll plumb in a regular drain for now. That was a pretty good nights work. This morning when I woke up, Harry was saying "Daddy! GIANT POOPER!" Holy crap (pun intended), he'd shit up the back to his shoulder blades. It was giant alright. Crickey. A dozen wipes later and he's clean and in new clothes. As soon as B gets up I'll take the sink beaver back to Home Despot and get a new drain assembly, then I screw down the counter and start working on trim. Thursday, October 14, 2004
I forgot. The funniest part about the kitchen counter install is that I have a Husky football game to go to on Saturday, and we're having a dinner party with a full turkey dinner on Sunday, so everything has to work out exactly perfect the first time. Uff-da.
You know, if I would have known there was going to be a shortage like this, I wouldn't have gotten a flu shot last month.
Last night I went to Home Depot to get a new sink for the new counter that is due to arrive tomorrow, and decided what the hell, if I'm installing a new sink, I may as well install a sink beaver (aka garbage disposal). Technically, I'm installing a Sink Badger 5+. If you look down, you can just see the badger teeth inside gnawing away at the sink chum. It'll be nice to have a sink beaver again. I'll need to route some power to under the sink, however. Monday, October 11, 2004
That was a nearly perfect weekend. Every year on our anniversary (this was our 6th) we go away on a little weekend trip, and alternate which one plans the trip, with the other not finding out anything until it happens. This year it was my turn, and until the middle of last week, I had nothing. No plans. Nothing.
B sorta figured I was being lame about it, and was getting irritated, but the other week when we were out at dinner with friends my friend acted like he knew what the plan was and someone convinced her that there was a grand plan, when there wasn't. Heh. She went from irritated to happy, which was great, since it's not like I wasn't going to do anything. The location this year was Portland, OR. B's mom watched the kids, and Saturday morning around 8:30am we left, first going to the little cafe near our house where we like to have breakfast. One large tasty breakfast later we were on the road, driving south towards Portland. One of the few bad things about the weekend was the weather, but that's what you get for getting married in October. It was pouring rain during much of the drive south, which never makes driving fun. Our first stop was actually 30 miles east of Portland, Multnomah Falls. This is a pretty spectacular waterfall, dropping over 600 feet. It was very cool. I then took B up to Bonneville Dam, where they have a fish hatchery with a sturgeon center that has a pond with some pretty dam big sturgeon. The largest one they had in their this time was Herman, a 10' 65yr old sturgeon, and there was no mention of what happened to Larry, the 11' 100 yr old sturgeon I saw there 2 years ago. Sturgeon are officially some big ugly prehistoric-looking fish, let me tell you. We then drove back to Portland. First stop there, since by now it was 2pm, was for a spot of lunch, so we stopped off at my favorite Portland pub, the Horse Brass. This is a very British styled pub that has been around forever. Oregon's craft brewery industry, arguably the largest in the US, started with people meeting at the Horse Brass for imported beers, and deciding they'd try to make their own. I had a scotch egg and a cheese platter. Mmm, scotch eggs. A hardboiled egg wrapped in sausage and deep fried. I don't know any other place that serves them, but they are SOOOO good. While we were eating, it started pouring rain, but stopped before we were done. Whew! After lunch, we headed into town to check into our hotel. It was a fairly fancy hotel, (it took me 5 or 6 tries to find one with a vacancy for this weekend) with a really nice room and bed, but the bathroom was something I'd expect in a $80/night hotel, not a $200/night hotel. Actually, the bed was really really comfortable, probably the nicest hotel bed I've ever slept in. The hotel had a free wine tasting in the lounge at 5pm, so we stopped off there for a glass, then headed out for dinner. We went to Jakes' Crawfish, a restaurant that has been operating in that same location since 1892. It turns out they're owned by McCorrmick and Schmick, who owned the restaurant where we had our wedding reception, so it felt like all the karma was with us. B had an etouffe that she raved about, and I had a boillebaise with lobster, crab, clams, mussles, two kinds of fish, scallops, prawns, and shrimp in it. Mmmmm! We were lucky we went to dinner early, since when we left at 7pm the waiting area was utterly packed. Crickey. We went over to the fancy downtown mall there and went to the movie theater to see "Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow". Fun movie. I had been wanting to see it, but hadn't gotten a chance. I wasn't expecting much, but I really enjoyed it. After the movie we went to a bar nearby, one of those dueling-piano bars. Gah. They're not that great when sober, but a few drinks makes them a lot more fun. Continuing with our good karma, they happened to play both our first dance song as well as the theme song on our honeymoon cruise, which was great for an anniversary trip. We ended up staying at the bar for two and a half hours, until nearly midnight. After that we were beat, so we headed back to the hotel. Sunday we decided to just go down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast, it was a lot nicer than the name "Red Star" made it seem. The breakfast menu had beignets, like we'd enjoyed at Cafe du Monde in New Orleans when we'd gotten engaged. More karma. After breakfast we walked over to Powells City of Books, a motherloving huge new and used bookstore occupying one entire city block. I'm pretty sure it's one of the largest in the country. Anyway, we spent over an hour there, and over $120 later we had two heavy sacks of books. Love going to Powells. After that, it was time to drive home. I listened to the first half of the Seahawk game on the radio, and we kicked ass. Then I watched the second half on TV, and we had an utter collapse. We blew a 17 point lead with 6 minutes to go to let them take us to overtime, where we lost the coin toss and the game shortly thereafter. Gah!! We had them. Gah. At least my Huskies tacked up their first win of the season, and I missed it. Heh. It was a lovely weekend, we had such a good time. Friday, October 08, 2004
Yesterday was very interesting.
One of my drinking, er investment club buddies has a wife who is a clothing designer. He invited us to her runway show. We had very little details other than it was dressy and at the Fairmont Olympic, formerly known as the Four Seasons, Seattle's only 5-star hotel. B's friend showed up to babysit at 5:30, and we'd already ordered a pizza for her and the kids, so we took off, since we were told it starts at 6pm. I made a few poor decisions driving down there (freeway was clogged, and I stayed on stewart too long and got stuck in traffic there) so we drove by the hotel at 6pm, and took the nearest public garage. It was a narrow sonofabitch, which made maneuvering my full size pickup a royal pain in the ass. We left the van at home in case B's friend wanted to take the kids anywhere. Showing up at 6:05, it was obvious where the people with garment bags were frantically running towards, and we checked in, got a schedule, and were told to take any seat except those with 'reserved' on them. Man, there were a lot of rich people there. Holy smokes. There were waitstaff passing around champagne, red and white wine, and a couple of hor d'oeuvres. Tons of women, not that many guys. Rich people with their young adult daughters. The fashion show itself started about 6:45. First out were a bunch of customers wearing the custom evening gowns, wedding dresses, and rehearsal dinner dresses. A) That woman can design. A bunch of those dresses were stunning. B) How rich do you have to be to buy a custom dress for a wedding rehearsal dinner? Holy glub! I won't even try to describe the dresses, since I don't know crap about them. You can get an idea by going to her website, www.lulydesign.com. The show itself lasted about an hour, and afterwards we hooked up with another guy from my drinking club and his wife. He's best friends with the husband of the designer. We got to talk to the designer for a just a moment as well, but her and her husband were busing working the crowd. Near the end of the show it finally hit me. This woman has designed all this, and she has an 11 month old baby. Crickey. That made it all the more amazing. Apparently yesterday was the opening of her new shop down on the street level of the hotel, and we got invited to a post-show party down there with more champagne and sushi. It was a big fancy dress shop, looked really nice, but I can't imagine being that rich. We found out that you can sell a evening gown for about $1500 in Seattle, but not much more, yet people will pay about 2-3 times that for a unique wedding dress, and they're just about the same amount of work, which explains why she's got so much bridal stuff. Anyway, about 9pm we took off since B doesn't like sushi. It was really yummy, fancier than the grocery store stuff I usually end up eating. I've never been to a nice sushi place, but I've never had sushi that I didn't like, either. It's tough when your wife doesn't like something that you do. We did a total 180 degree turn, going to the Elephant and Castle, an evil corporate chain british pub. I had a guiness and bangers and mash, quite the change from champagne and sushi. Good thing I've got a cast-iron stomach. Upon arriving home just before 10pm, we find that B's friend not only picked up the loose toys, she's dusted and cleaned off the endtables. gah! Now we feel bad. Thursday, October 07, 2004
Holy smokes. After 12 years of weekly poker games, Thom finally got a natural royal flush. We were playing 5 card draw, jacks or better to open. He had the King, Queen, Jack, and Ten of diamonds, (or was it hearts? red anyway) plus a Jack of clubs. He tosses the jack, hopeing for a straight or royal flush, and gets the ace of diamonds. He didn't win much, since opening he signaled that he had at least a pair of jacks, and by drawing one we figured he HAD to have two pair, since he couldn't have opened with a straight or a flush draw. But sure enough, he did.
Damn. I've seen lots of them with wild cards, and in "psycho naked 3-5-7" with 12 possible wild cards in a 7-card hand a royal flush isn't even worth playing on, but to have it happen in 5-card draw with no wilds, is amazing. 12 years without ever seeing that before. Speaking of poker, I lost my first $20 pronto, and nearly lost my second $20, but finally worked my way ahead $6. I did NOT think I'd break even, let alone make money. Uff. B has been smelling something foul in the kitchen for a few weeks. I couldn't smell it, she swore it was the drain. That didn't make any sense, we don't have a sink beaver, so any foul smell is stopped by the water in the trap. Finally she figured out that the old counter doesn't join well at the backsplash, and water is getting behind the trim piece. I tried to pry up the trim to caulk behind it and damaged the counter itself. Gah! Fuck this, I'm getting a new counter. Lucky for me, the counter is 12' by 2', a real easy and cheap size. Off to Home Despot, where I laughed at their sign saying they don't have any generators, all of them in the country were shipped to Florida for hurricane victims. $150 later and we have a brand new laminate countertop with built-in backsplash on order, should be there next weekend. I'll get a new sink out of the deal as well, and am debating plumbing and wiring in a sink beaver. I miss having a garbage disposal. Sure is cheaper to be able to do one's own home repair. Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Ugga. I feel like lukewarm dogcrap today. However, it's totally worth it. You know, I get hangovers. I drink too much sometimes, and I get hung over. However, unlike most people I know who consider it a death sentence, I have no real problem with it. Almost without fail, every hangover I've had was WAY worth it for the fun I had. This would be one of those cases.
My friend CJ, a divorce lawyer, is one of those charismatic guys who always has a million funny stories to tell, and is damn good at telling them. It's always a a good time when he's around. He is a big Queensryche fan, but somehow failed to hear that they were doing this concert tour where they play all of their album "Operation: Mindcrime" for the first time in nearly 20 years. He found out on Monday, and immediately bought a pair of tickets, figuring he could rope someone into going with him, or at very least he'd have extra elbow room. He emailed out to our drinking, err investment club listserv, and I jumped on that. Two of my friend and I were planning on going together months ago, but when we checked back with the 'friend' who was arranging the tickets, he replied, 'Um, I got my ticket, didn't you guys get yours?!?'. Um, dorkmeier, shitforbrains, tickets are all reservered, we won't be sitting by you, so what's the point? Crickey. I swear, that boy has always had a one-track mind, on himself. He's not even aware of it, and doesn't think he did anything wrong. So anyway, after being screwed out of that deal I'd given up on this concert, and was happy to jump on this chance, especially with a free ticket. Neither of us knew where to meet up beforehand, so I went on ShittySearch (aka CitySearch, man I still hate them for buying up sidewalk.com and ruining an awesome service) and found the closest bar was a dive across the street called the Whisky Bar. We agreed to meet there at 6:30pm. I left at 6, figuring I'd be a bit early, but with rainy weather traffic into downtown slowed to a crawl (the idiots who designed how I-5 would go through downtown Seattle figured traffic would only enter or leave downtown, so only 2 lanes go through, causing constant havok) and I thought I'd be late, but it turned out I found an empty parking spot just 3 blocks from the theater. The meter was passenger load only from 4pm-6pm, but it was 6:30 so I scored. I love it when people misread what times meters are free and leave it open for me. I thought I didn't know anything about the bar, but it turns out I just never knew what it was called, I've been in it 2-3 times before but I can't even remember why. Probably some of the times I went to see movies at the Cinerama (Paul Allen's personal theater) a few blocks away. It was packed, maybe 10% were used up barflys and other regulars, and the other 90% were middle aged long haired Queensryche fans. Totally funny. It took me 15 minutes to order a pint 'o porter and a Talisker neat (CJ's fave scotch), and another 15 minutes to order a second pint 'o porter. CJ finally made it a little after 7pm, and we had a few more drinks while we watched the line for the Moore Theater across the street. It was pouring rain out, and it didn't make sense to wait in the rain. It turned out that CJs tickets were in the second balcony. As god is my witness, I didn't know the Moore had a second balcony. It's a ~100 year old theater that hasn't really been renovated much, but it's not very big so any seat isn't that bad. The 2nd balcony is waaay up high, maybe 120' above the stage, but only slightly more than that back from the stage. Steep concrete rows, with wooden folding chairs set up. Not a good place if you are scared of heights, or have a slight buzz on, but fortunately I'm not at all scared of heights. Turns out the 2nd balcony was all general admission, primarily because the folding chairs aren't numbered and there aren't row numbers either. The concert itself was awesome. The band was totally stoked to be playing in front of their hometown audience, and they had a little story to tell before each song about what local event inspired that song. They played all their classic hits and some new stuff, then had an intermission, after which they played Operation:Mindcrime in it's entirety, with extra actors and an orchestra off in one wing. Not too many bands have an orchestra accompany them. Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Sweet! One of my friends has an extra ticket to see Queensryche tonight, so I get to go. They're playing all of "Operation:Mindcrime". Monday, October 04, 2004
Wow, they fired the Mariner's coach for the team going 63-99 this season. I'm not sure I agree with it, but at least they feel like they've done something. Sure is easier to blame the coach than paying for good players.
The newspaper columnists say people are asking for the Huskies' coach to be fired mid-season. Crickey. While I'm not happy with 0-4, I don't see anything changing that this season, and we've got some good players in the pipeline. At least we're fighting each game until the end, not like last season where we simply gave up on some games. That truly sucked. Quote of the day from Isabel: "Daddy, stop making your daughter laugh by teasing your son!" This was at dinner last night. Mind you, she's 3 yrs and 4 months old. Sunday, October 03, 2004
This weekend I decided to re-read David Brin's "The Practice Effect" for the first time since high school. It was a quick read, just part of yesterday and part of today. One funny quote:
"They're coming in too fast" "Quit complainin', kid. Just stop 'em" "Yahoo! I got one!" "Great! But don't get cocky!" I wonder if I would have caught that if I hadn't just seen Star Wars a week ago? Speaking of which, we watched Empire Strikes Back from our new DVD set the other night. Fun movie as well. You know, if I could have selective amnesia, I'd love to be able to see Star Wars again for the first time, or re-read the Tom Clancy books again. My final rating for "The Practice Effect" Alright, good mind candy, no great shakes. My poor Huskies stunk it up again against the Stanford Cardinal this weekend. 0-4 now. The last time we were 0-4 was 1969, and once before in 1939. We may well have the worst season ever, in over 100 years of Husky football this year. Friday, October 01, 2004
Railroad Tycoon 3 is pretty fun so far. I'm not real great at the economic aspects, but I'm learning. The kids like to sit around the laptop and watch the trains go by.
I didn't watch the debates. I just didn't care. The format sounded too contrived. |
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