-6: Our point differential after roughly fifteen minutes of Ultimate last night. We were a whirlwind of turnovers within twenty yards of our endzone resulting in some easy easy scores for our opponents, headed by previously mentioned Ultimate deity Vince and 6'9" Dustin. Good lord. Anyways, I hereby pray to some pagan deity who has jurisdiction over prudence in Ultimate games - PLEASE keep our team's stack short of midfield, and PLEASE have someone wake up and come back for a dump. Just once would've been nice. Thanks.
-4: Our point differential at the end of the game. So we woke up just in time for our 8:30 game... that started at 8:15. D'oh. On the plus side, I beat the Vinster deep on one play and had a nice little layout grab for a score and a layout D on Dustin - so personal play was decent, while team play was not (full disclosure - I missed Eric and Al deep on a couple of throws. D'oh.) (But if you want a real analysis of what happened, it was not necessarily that we got smoked by V and D, it was that we just didn't play defense on any of the undercard team members. At all. If we kept the bigguns covered at all, they just reset to somebody running wide ass open. In case you can't tell, this was a somewhat frustrating game.
-2: At the behest of the A-Dog, I went to practice some disc golf this morning and shot a 2 under in my first round in about 6 or 7 months. Wahoo.
+1: Followed that round up with another round at minus two... and then triple bogeyed the 16th hole. Ah, I have much to learn in the ways of smaller, harder disc-y sports.
That is all. Enjoy your Tuesday; go spurs. (And btw, Wrigster is still a little gimpy but overall feeling much better).
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Poor Wigwee at Piestawa
Oh, sadness. Beck wanted to conquer the trail she attempted to conquer in the dark last week, and I was eager to go hiking with my pup. so we took Wrigley to Piestawa Peak to hike the circumference trail. This post will be primarily pics, and here's Wrigley living it up in the back of the Prius:
When we got to the trailhead, the first thing Beck did was look at a map: she learns, she learns!
The hike itself was very nice and we had some good chances for pics - here are some of them:
Some nice views of the city; you can even see the DBacks ballpark and its open roof on that last pic. Sweet. Not so sweet - Wrigley had a great time hiking up the mountain for the first mile and a half or so, but either because of the rocks or just the hot trail, she hurt the pads on her paws and couldn't really walk for the remainder of the trip. She seems better today, though still sore. Usually Wrigley is perfectly fine on hikes, but not yesterday; we feel bad that our hiking hurt her feet, but if we made up for it at all, we did so by carrying all 34 pounds of her up and down the last peak of the trail. She is not light! Anyways, here's the sad tale of Wrigley on the trail, both having the time of and the soreness of her life. Send good thoughts her way, though I am sure she'll be back to normal in a day or two (if we can keep her from licking her paws - UGH!).
And here's a couple of award-winning goofy pictures that definitely warrant medium-size:
"Enjoying the Ride"
"Enjoying the Ride Upside-Down"
Just a rough day for the Wrisgter. She'll be resting like this for a while:
When we got to the trailhead, the first thing Beck did was look at a map: she learns, she learns!
The hike itself was very nice and we had some good chances for pics - here are some of them:
Some nice views of the city; you can even see the DBacks ballpark and its open roof on that last pic. Sweet. Not so sweet - Wrigley had a great time hiking up the mountain for the first mile and a half or so, but either because of the rocks or just the hot trail, she hurt the pads on her paws and couldn't really walk for the remainder of the trip. She seems better today, though still sore. Usually Wrigley is perfectly fine on hikes, but not yesterday; we feel bad that our hiking hurt her feet, but if we made up for it at all, we did so by carrying all 34 pounds of her up and down the last peak of the trail. She is not light! Anyways, here's the sad tale of Wrigley on the trail, both having the time of and the soreness of her life. Send good thoughts her way, though I am sure she'll be back to normal in a day or two (if we can keep her from licking her paws - UGH!).
And here's a couple of award-winning goofy pictures that definitely warrant medium-size:
"Enjoying the Ride"
"Enjoying the Ride Upside-Down"
Just a rough day for the Wrisgter. She'll be resting like this for a while:
Lost III: Hunting Island State Park
On Tuesday of the Best Vacation All I Ever Wanted Ever, we suntan lotioned up and headed over for a walk around Hunting Island State Park just two miles up the road. "Turn left" the lady said as Ben turned right. We made a u-turn and arrived in good time.
After making our four dollars per person parking payment, we "walked on down the pier. And we came to a door." No, not really, no doors on the pier. There were some lovely marshes along the beach, and we saw several dolphins - or at least their dorsal fins - swimming about the little bay. Here's a collective of pics from the pier:
So we have some empirical evidence there that so long as our path goes 200 yards out to the end of a pier and then 200 yards back to the shore, we can find our way. Yay! Go highly educated folks! Things would not be so simple in the future. We waited outside the park station for Ben to complete his business calls. Got some good shots of CHristophe and Malcolm while we waited - note especially the shot of Christophe taken from atop Malcolm's dome, aka the Mal-cam:
After Ben closed his call with "Sell, bee-otch, sell!!!!", we headed out on what was supposed to be a quick hike along the park's trails. With the emphasis on "quick," many of us did not even bother bringing shoes but opted for tevas (pronounced "teh-vas") instead. Big mistake, as it turns out our lust for lighthouses would be our undoing. And by "our," I mean "Beck's."
Things started out simply enough - we just trounced through the jungled woods along the path. We were eaten by bugs every time we stopped, so we lathered up with OFF lotion and trod fast. It was Apocalypse Now jungly with all kinds of greenery and palm fronds. Check it:
You'll notice in the last pic that the ladies + Malcolm are flying ahead of us. They had some kind of hot date at a lighthouse to get to, it seems. The menfolk lolligagged along at a comfortable pace. I specifically remember talking about podcasts and talk radio as we crossed this bridge:
And we saw a butterfly:
It was about this time that we ran into the beach. Given the choice of turning around and heading back to the cars or turning left and heading toward a lighthouse, we turned... left. Sigh. We should have noted the gloomy sky and headed home, but we were not so smart:
So we walked, and walked, and walked. Got lost, and got a lot of entirely unhelpful information from locals AND THE PARK RANGERS, who tried to send us halfway to the moon or something with their bizarro directions. SO a big BOO-URNS directed towards (some) of the Hunting Island Park Rangers; hella lame you were! On the other hand, our lost-getting provided some fantastic photo opportunities:
That middle one is an absolute classic, and check out Malcolm's expression in the third. Most excellent. Somewhere in here we were passed on the trail by a mysterious race of woodspeople, I call them ewoks. Note the authentic, blurry bigfoot style of this photo I snapped over my shoulder:
Truly scary to an encounter an entirely new species in the wilderness. Anyways, we at some point - again, no thanks to the misleading park ranger in the truck - made it back to our cars, six miles of hiking done and lighthouse unseen. So we drove over to the lighthouse - only we didn't actually visit it, we instead buzzed the tower. WHAT??!? Oh, and guess what, it looked like a lighthouse. Tres exciting. After our long, terrifying adventure, we drove to Sonicamerica and got slushes and ice creams and shakes. What a great way to undo a day of exercising, eh?
So that concludes the recalling of the SC vacation; hope you enjoyed. BBASCM, please let me know if I've left anything out. Until next time, word, and beware of Ewoks in the Gullah-land.
After making our four dollars per person parking payment, we "walked on down the pier. And we came to a door." No, not really, no doors on the pier. There were some lovely marshes along the beach, and we saw several dolphins - or at least their dorsal fins - swimming about the little bay. Here's a collective of pics from the pier:
So we have some empirical evidence there that so long as our path goes 200 yards out to the end of a pier and then 200 yards back to the shore, we can find our way. Yay! Go highly educated folks! Things would not be so simple in the future. We waited outside the park station for Ben to complete his business calls. Got some good shots of CHristophe and Malcolm while we waited - note especially the shot of Christophe taken from atop Malcolm's dome, aka the Mal-cam:
After Ben closed his call with "Sell, bee-otch, sell!!!!", we headed out on what was supposed to be a quick hike along the park's trails. With the emphasis on "quick," many of us did not even bother bringing shoes but opted for tevas (pronounced "teh-vas") instead. Big mistake, as it turns out our lust for lighthouses would be our undoing. And by "our," I mean "Beck's."
Things started out simply enough - we just trounced through the jungled woods along the path. We were eaten by bugs every time we stopped, so we lathered up with OFF lotion and trod fast. It was Apocalypse Now jungly with all kinds of greenery and palm fronds. Check it:
You'll notice in the last pic that the ladies + Malcolm are flying ahead of us. They had some kind of hot date at a lighthouse to get to, it seems. The menfolk lolligagged along at a comfortable pace. I specifically remember talking about podcasts and talk radio as we crossed this bridge:
And we saw a butterfly:
It was about this time that we ran into the beach. Given the choice of turning around and heading back to the cars or turning left and heading toward a lighthouse, we turned... left. Sigh. We should have noted the gloomy sky and headed home, but we were not so smart:
So we walked, and walked, and walked. Got lost, and got a lot of entirely unhelpful information from locals AND THE PARK RANGERS, who tried to send us halfway to the moon or something with their bizarro directions. SO a big BOO-URNS directed towards (some) of the Hunting Island Park Rangers; hella lame you were! On the other hand, our lost-getting provided some fantastic photo opportunities:
That middle one is an absolute classic, and check out Malcolm's expression in the third. Most excellent. Somewhere in here we were passed on the trail by a mysterious race of woodspeople, I call them ewoks. Note the authentic, blurry bigfoot style of this photo I snapped over my shoulder:
Truly scary to an encounter an entirely new species in the wilderness. Anyways, we at some point - again, no thanks to the misleading park ranger in the truck - made it back to our cars, six miles of hiking done and lighthouse unseen. So we drove over to the lighthouse - only we didn't actually visit it, we instead buzzed the tower. WHAT??!? Oh, and guess what, it looked like a lighthouse. Tres exciting. After our long, terrifying adventure, we drove to Sonicamerica and got slushes and ice creams and shakes. What a great way to undo a day of exercising, eh?
So that concludes the recalling of the SC vacation; hope you enjoyed. BBASCM, please let me know if I've left anything out. Until next time, word, and beware of Ewoks in the Gullah-land.
America's Newest Game!!!
Cat in a Boat!!!
(Brought to you by the makers of "Hey Cow!")
Object:
Identify as many cats in boats as one can in one's lifetime.Scoring:
A player receives one (1) point for correctly identifying a cat in a boat.Rules:
1. All players must be driving / riding in a car.2. The procedure for identifying a cat in a boat is as follows:
1. See a cat in a boat.
2. Point at the cat in the boat.
3. Shout "Cat in a boat!"
And that's the way you do it.
3. If a player does not follow the preceding procedure, they do not receive credit for spotting a cat in a boat. Ex.: if a player shouts, "Frog in a boat!!" or "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof!," they receive no points.
4. If a player misidentifies something as a cat in a boat that is clearly not a cat in a boat, there is no penalty; however, other players in the car should immediately notify the offending player, e.g., "That is not a cat in a boat" or "That is actually a bird in a boat" or "That is not a cat, nor is that a boat."
5. If a player does follow the preceding procedure and the other players agree that the object of pointing is indeed a cat in a boat, that player, as noted above, receives one (1) point.
6. If players cannot agree on the identity of the object of pointing, the car should be stopped and a photograph taken of said object. The photograph will then be used in conjunction with either the internet or Sibley's Guide to North American Cats and/or Nautical Vessels to determine true identity.
6. Only the first player to identify a given cat in a boat may receive a point for that cat in a boat. I.e., no points for echoing someone else's "Cat in a Boat!" shout. (See multi-car exception, rule 10).
7. A cat in a boat may only be identified once for points within a seven day period. If a player re-identifies a cat in a boat, other players should shout "Same cat in a boat!" as a correction. A cat in a boat is considered the "same cat in a boat" if it is the same cat in the same boat.
8. Repeatedly shouting "cat in boat!" and pointing randomly in an effort to "cover one's bases" is considered poor sportsmanship.
9. Puns or allusions involving "cats" or "boat" are strongly encouraged. E.g., ""I'm tired of these (bleeper-bleeping) cats on this (bleeper-bleeping) boat," "I sat in a moat!" or "It's my cat in a boat!" (sung like Justin Timberlake).
10. In the multi-car format, if a player in the front car identifies the cat in a boat before a player in the trailing car, if a player in the second car identifies said cat in a boat within a reasonable timeframe, both players will receive points.
11. Have fun!
Current Score:
Ali 1, Sarah 1, Ben-Beck-Nyet-Christophe-Malcolm 0.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Byoofert Excursion
We got a hankering for ice cream at one point and traipsed our way into lovely Beaufort. Pretty typical tourist town, and the main little strip was not even picturesque enough to warrant, um, pictures. The ice cream that we grabbed was not all that, either. Boo-urns. But they did have a nice little boardwalk where Ali and I chilled while the rest of our nerdy companions (minus Beck, who took advantage of her schedule-less vacation and read, napped, chilled at the beach-house) took in a Civil War museum of some kind. Ali and I shared stories of life's directions - she sounds pretty ready to be done with her internship but glad for the experience, and I'm pretty psyched about being done with explaining algebra every day. Good times ahead! The rest of the crew eventually joined us out on the boardwalk (boardwalk!) man we'll be having some fun. I naturally snapped a bunch of pics that turned out pretty well, methinks:
And here's a rather great picture of the non-NyetBeck 4.3:
I believe this was the day we came home and had hot dogs for dinner. What wine goes with hot dogs, you ask? Red and/or white.
I should comment that I had a great time just conversing with peeps - lots of good talk. AS I think I mentioned, we've all got pretty different aims / backgrounds / personalities, so it makes for a good meshing of ideas. I particularly enjoyed chatting up 'Stophe about politics and with Ben about his trusty Geekonomics and my program. I was reading a book called Knowledge and Civilization - part of my "...and Civilization" series, reviews pending - and it provided a bit of fodder for the weekend. Beach novels are for chumps.
(I should insert that by far the funniest thing that happened all weekend, even funnier than "can i get a what the," was when Sarah cracked some joke about "yay for being supported by your spouse." I, starving grad student to be, gave a half-hearted "woohoo." That was not significant. What was significant was BOTH Ben and Ali yelled "YEAH!" and then looked at one another with a "uh-oh, we need to have a conversation later" look that brought the house down. Good times).
One more major thing to post from the trip, our excursion to Hunting Island. But that little ditty will get its own post, full of evidence (Exhibit 1A!) that supports our general incompetence and the existence of Ewoks in the jungles of South Carolina. Stay tuned! In the meantime, enjoy these flower pics from a bush that we passed every time we went to the beach:
And here's a rather great picture of the non-NyetBeck 4.3:
I believe this was the day we came home and had hot dogs for dinner. What wine goes with hot dogs, you ask? Red and/or white.
I should comment that I had a great time just conversing with peeps - lots of good talk. AS I think I mentioned, we've all got pretty different aims / backgrounds / personalities, so it makes for a good meshing of ideas. I particularly enjoyed chatting up 'Stophe about politics and with Ben about his trusty Geekonomics and my program. I was reading a book called Knowledge and Civilization - part of my "...and Civilization" series, reviews pending - and it provided a bit of fodder for the weekend. Beach novels are for chumps.
(I should insert that by far the funniest thing that happened all weekend, even funnier than "can i get a what the," was when Sarah cracked some joke about "yay for being supported by your spouse." I, starving grad student to be, gave a half-hearted "woohoo." That was not significant. What was significant was BOTH Ben and Ali yelled "YEAH!" and then looked at one another with a "uh-oh, we need to have a conversation later" look that brought the house down. Good times).
One more major thing to post from the trip, our excursion to Hunting Island. But that little ditty will get its own post, full of evidence (Exhibit 1A!) that supports our general incompetence and the existence of Ewoks in the jungles of South Carolina. Stay tuned! In the meantime, enjoy these flower pics from a bush that we passed every time we went to the beach:
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