I recently got back into a great low-tech browser based game called Urban Dead. The closed off city of Malton has been overtaken by pseudo-mindless flesh eating meat bags and only the residents and the military that's been dropped in remain. The graphics are low, but the gameplay is pretty immersive. The history of the game is also pretty staggering, and what got me in in the first place.
The Malton Iditarod, where the bravest and boldest race around the city limits from corner to corner, avoiding zombies from street block to street block. The winner gets bragging rights for the year, the losers generally wind up wandering zeds. But they can be revived so all is cool.
Ridleybank. Zed headquarters. The center of the city and off limits to all but the most powerful and daring survivors. The nerve center of the entire zombie operation has never been held for more than a few days, but I was part of one such siege and depsite the lack of graphics and sound a moment in gaming has never been more tense.
Mall Tour and the Legend of Caiger Mall. In a zombie filled world, a land filled with supplies, stores of all kind, and heavily barricaded doors is very very well guarded. Until a group of zombies started to gather to historic proportions and swept through the city streets one by one. Destroying hospitals, police stations, pixelated lives one by one. And the malls fell, each in their own turn, one by one. But then...at the end of the tour, when the Horde was at it's greatest and humanity in Malton down to it's last desperate holdout...one mall stood up. Caiger mall repelled the zombies week after week, and eventually Mall Tour ended not only in failure, but as the first great victory for humanity, and the first great Human Citadel of Hope.
I recently came back as a newbie, having forgotten all my old characters names and passwords. Caiger is a zombie held hellhole, the surrounding area zed haven or ghost town, devoid of all human life and zed non-life. The south of Malton has developed into new human strongholds, previously zombie territory. Ridleybank is still very much off-limits, as is most of Northern Malton now.
Join the fight my fellow air breathers! Urban Dead awaits! I will hopefully be keeping a journal of the daily travels of Jacob MacCrain, an advanced scout forgotten by the military and without resources in a foreign combat zone.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The Sleeper Has Awakened
So for the past few weeks I've been really good on my diet and workout schedule. I did work out this morning and got a pretty good one, but I overate terribly today, which in the past usually means I step on the scale the next day and I'm 4 or even 6 pounds heavier. Today however, I'm barely a pound heavier than my last weigh in despite copious amounts of over-eating.
It seems that my metabolism, long since put into a coma by years of World of Warcraft, videogames and processed crap food, has actually started to wake up and become a semi-efficient fat burner. Really it's pretty awesome.
School starts monday so I'm gonna have to wake up earlier, which in the end is just gonna make the ride cooler anyways. I'm interested to see what the final weight count is when the summer ends, because I started it almost topping 300 pounds.
It seems that my metabolism, long since put into a coma by years of World of Warcraft, videogames and processed crap food, has actually started to wake up and become a semi-efficient fat burner. Really it's pretty awesome.
School starts monday so I'm gonna have to wake up earlier, which in the end is just gonna make the ride cooler anyways. I'm interested to see what the final weight count is when the summer ends, because I started it almost topping 300 pounds.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
I'm hooked
So I really have become addicted to biking and have gone at least 20 minutes for the last few days. I've got a few playlists to pedal along to as well. And the route through my neighborhood is a good mixture of flatland, gradual long climbs and quick descents, and if I go the other way around short dramatic climbs and long gradual descents. Though I really doubt the climb one way is considered dramatic, or a climb for that matter. It's uphill leave me be.
But you see the thing is after a week of the same route in any number of combinations it gets boring and that is the last thing I want to happen as I really for once am enjoying the exercise I get. So yesterday I found on my day off a very nice, reachable, scenic route that runs between 6 and 5.6 miles depending on how much I swerve around the animals that don't know the rules of the road. I'm looking at you Geese.
If you're looking for an easy (Depending on the winds) ride and maybe even some good food or a place to rest then look no further than Dug's Dive.
Dug's Dive is a fairly historic, decently tasty, very scenic restaurant right across from the Ohio St. Exit of the Father Baker Expressway in Buffalo. Dug's is also a convenient place to park, unload the bike, and start moving. To the South of the Dive is a short trip, less than 2 miles, to the end of the trail but it is very picturesque and ends on a small pier above the water. Going back the other way, about 100 yards past Dug's is a small fishing cove with a bike path that only lasts for a mile or two, but the view is awesome. Out one way is Lake Erie, sailboats moving by, the water actually looks clean and clear! The other is long fields covered in long grass, with a view of the Skyway and industrial city beyond. It's mostly flat, and the winds coming off the lake only cover a very small amount of the course, less than half a mile. As it is it's a decent workout for someone my size trying to lose weight, or for someone smaller than me trying to maintain, or even just have a nice ride.
The sidewalk path does go further down the road, though I haven't followed it yet but hopefully on my next day off I can head on down and see where it takes me.
But you see the thing is after a week of the same route in any number of combinations it gets boring and that is the last thing I want to happen as I really for once am enjoying the exercise I get. So yesterday I found on my day off a very nice, reachable, scenic route that runs between 6 and 5.6 miles depending on how much I swerve around the animals that don't know the rules of the road. I'm looking at you Geese.
If you're looking for an easy (Depending on the winds) ride and maybe even some good food or a place to rest then look no further than Dug's Dive.
Dug's Dive is a fairly historic, decently tasty, very scenic restaurant right across from the Ohio St. Exit of the Father Baker Expressway in Buffalo. Dug's is also a convenient place to park, unload the bike, and start moving. To the South of the Dive is a short trip, less than 2 miles, to the end of the trail but it is very picturesque and ends on a small pier above the water. Going back the other way, about 100 yards past Dug's is a small fishing cove with a bike path that only lasts for a mile or two, but the view is awesome. Out one way is Lake Erie, sailboats moving by, the water actually looks clean and clear! The other is long fields covered in long grass, with a view of the Skyway and industrial city beyond. It's mostly flat, and the winds coming off the lake only cover a very small amount of the course, less than half a mile. As it is it's a decent workout for someone my size trying to lose weight, or for someone smaller than me trying to maintain, or even just have a nice ride.
The sidewalk path does go further down the road, though I haven't followed it yet but hopefully on my next day off I can head on down and see where it takes me.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
The right side
Hello again.
So my intermittent bouts of weight loss continue, and for the first time in 2 years I'm on the right side of 270, hitting 269 this morning from the original 292.
For those of you keeping score that's 23 pounds!
It's late, time for sleep. I need to come back here more often and sweep out the cobwebs.
So my intermittent bouts of weight loss continue, and for the first time in 2 years I'm on the right side of 270, hitting 269 this morning from the original 292.
For those of you keeping score that's 23 pounds!
It's late, time for sleep. I need to come back here more often and sweep out the cobwebs.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Whitey you crazy old fool
Well well well it has been a little while. I must apologize for not blogging recently, I've only now really gotten the stomach to take time to come back and do it. You see in between now and the time of my last post my grandfather passed away at the age of 81. He went in his sleep, which is how he wanted it. It really got to all of us but if anyone was ever asking for it, it was him. He was on chemo, though he was still beating down the cancer. He had two hernia surgeries recently, the second because he was extremely stubborn and refused to sit and recover like the doctors told him. He was out shoveling snow off of his roof about 4 days after the surgery. He still drank a manhattan (At least 1) every day while watching TV, he still worked around the house, and he still spent most of the year in his cabin in Great Valley hunting.
If anyone in my family ever really lived their life it was him. He had hunted for years. He did ice fishing, he was an Air Force Vet, and he was a hardass. To give you a bit of an idea, some favorite stories:
One year at Thanksgiving I was offered a piece of pie. I turned it down and said no thanks I've had enough I'm trying to lose weight. Whitey responded by looking me up and down and saying, "What are you 20? It's far too late for that eat your damn pie!"
His preferred method of body disposal, and I'm fairly sure he was just kidding was to be cremated. Then strung to a couple balloons and set afloat over the land they owned in Great Valley. He then asked that his sons drink up and take pot shots at it with their hunting rifles, and wherever he fell, to just leave him there.
My grandpa was also a pilot, and an ice-fisherman. Needless to say these do not tend to go well together. Anyways, he decided to land his Cessna 150 on frozen Lake Chautauqua, then taxi to his friends and fish. He'd done it twice successfully, but the third time, and this can be looked up in old papers, his front wheel fell through the ice, damaging his propeller. When the press showed up his only response was "I'm fine, go away, go away, go away." The title of the piece that ran was perfect. "Pilot, 61, suffers only one injury in plane crash. A bruised ego." He installed a new propeller that day, and took off from the lake later.
Whitey was the best. In 81 years he never failed to fix something, bring home a kill, or win an argument. There was a right way of doing something, a wrong way, and Whitey's way. Which was invariably even better than the right way. And always worked. In the word's of his brother Howard, "He was the greatest. And we all miss him."
I miss you grandpa. And I hope to God he stocks Whiskey and a broken down home or twelve in Heaven, because I know you won't be happy otherwise.
If anyone in my family ever really lived their life it was him. He had hunted for years. He did ice fishing, he was an Air Force Vet, and he was a hardass. To give you a bit of an idea, some favorite stories:
One year at Thanksgiving I was offered a piece of pie. I turned it down and said no thanks I've had enough I'm trying to lose weight. Whitey responded by looking me up and down and saying, "What are you 20? It's far too late for that eat your damn pie!"
His preferred method of body disposal, and I'm fairly sure he was just kidding was to be cremated. Then strung to a couple balloons and set afloat over the land they owned in Great Valley. He then asked that his sons drink up and take pot shots at it with their hunting rifles, and wherever he fell, to just leave him there.
My grandpa was also a pilot, and an ice-fisherman. Needless to say these do not tend to go well together. Anyways, he decided to land his Cessna 150 on frozen Lake Chautauqua, then taxi to his friends and fish. He'd done it twice successfully, but the third time, and this can be looked up in old papers, his front wheel fell through the ice, damaging his propeller. When the press showed up his only response was "I'm fine, go away, go away, go away." The title of the piece that ran was perfect. "Pilot, 61, suffers only one injury in plane crash. A bruised ego." He installed a new propeller that day, and took off from the lake later.
Whitey was the best. In 81 years he never failed to fix something, bring home a kill, or win an argument. There was a right way of doing something, a wrong way, and Whitey's way. Which was invariably even better than the right way. And always worked. In the word's of his brother Howard, "He was the greatest. And we all miss him."
I miss you grandpa. And I hope to God he stocks Whiskey and a broken down home or twelve in Heaven, because I know you won't be happy otherwise.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Progress!
So exams and projects have swallowed my life for the last week.
But the good news is there is only one left tomorrow AAAAAAAND I did my weekly weigh in yesterday morning...
Starting Weight: 292
Last Week: 280
Tuesday: 275
Progress I say! Progress!
But the good news is there is only one left tomorrow AAAAAAAND I did my weekly weigh in yesterday morning...
Starting Weight: 292
Last Week: 280
Tuesday: 275
Progress I say! Progress!
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Ugh...
So my car broke down today. Didn't turn over, lights didn't work, even the electronic locks kicked it. So this weeks paycheck is gone toward a new battery. Well, the part that wasn't already sent toward a Mother's Day gift and a birthday gift for my dad, which is not really the ugh part of the post. The car picked the worst day of the year and the day I forgot my coat to kick it.
At least I can try to look on the bright side. My card tricks are getting better, I've got a good new book, I think my diet has been working (I've stayed away from the scale so I don't know where I am), and I only have 5 more classes until summer break!!!
So on second thought, ignore the title of this post.
At least I can try to look on the bright side. My card tricks are getting better, I've got a good new book, I think my diet has been working (I've stayed away from the scale so I don't know where I am), and I only have 5 more classes until summer break!!!
So on second thought, ignore the title of this post.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
The hardest thing in the world
Sometime around last Christmas I looked at myself in the mirror. I really didn't like what I saw. So I decided I would once and for lose all the extra weight I'm carrying around.
Dec 25th: 292 lbs.
Since then I have lost 12 lbs. Thing is, I was at 12 pounds in February. I haven't lost any more weight, nor have I put it back on. I'm kind of on this very annoying plateau. So I figure If I post my weight once every week here, it gives me kind of a goal to look forward to. 1-3 pounds between every post I'd hope, though for someone my size counting calories and exercising it can easily be 7 lbs a week in a healthy manner. I just don't have the will power for that most of the time.
So here's the challenge. According to LoseIt! (The calorie counting app on my i-touch) I am allowed 1,685 calories today in order to weigh less tomorrow. As I lose weight it adjusts my allowed intake accordingly. By next Christmas, I want to weigh at most, 220 lbs. Still not ideal, but it allows for a healthy amount of weight loss and 72 lbs in a year would freakin thrill me.
So hopefully blogging in about this every week will help me stay honest and on track.
Start Weight: 292 lbs.
Todays Weight: 280 lbs.
Ready? Go!
Dec 25th: 292 lbs.
Since then I have lost 12 lbs. Thing is, I was at 12 pounds in February. I haven't lost any more weight, nor have I put it back on. I'm kind of on this very annoying plateau. So I figure If I post my weight once every week here, it gives me kind of a goal to look forward to. 1-3 pounds between every post I'd hope, though for someone my size counting calories and exercising it can easily be 7 lbs a week in a healthy manner. I just don't have the will power for that most of the time.
So here's the challenge. According to LoseIt! (The calorie counting app on my i-touch) I am allowed 1,685 calories today in order to weigh less tomorrow. As I lose weight it adjusts my allowed intake accordingly. By next Christmas, I want to weigh at most, 220 lbs. Still not ideal, but it allows for a healthy amount of weight loss and 72 lbs in a year would freakin thrill me.
So hopefully blogging in about this every week will help me stay honest and on track.
Start Weight: 292 lbs.
Todays Weight: 280 lbs.
Ready? Go!
Monday, May 3, 2010
Are you watching closely...
I've recently discovered that I have a certain love for magic. You see for the longest time the movie that closed out my Top 3 was The Prestige. A story of two magicians whose careers lock them in an epic struggle against themselves and one another. Then I realized by complete coincidence while shelving books at the Borders I work at that The Prestige was originally a book. A fantastic book. And one that lit the fire on my current obsession with prestidigitation.
So like any sane person who wants to become a magician, I immediately bought myself a spanking new deck of cards or 3 and went on Youtube to search for card tricks. I mastered a few and put on a show, got a wow, then proceeded to screw up the next trick quite horribly.
I now own a book on all things magician. The Everything book as a matter of fact.
I fully intend on memorizing that thing and being able to perform with some degree of professionalism. Its so much fun :D
Only bummer is I can now spot certain moves done by other people. It's kind of a thrill being able to spot it. But the thing is I can't even congratulate him on his method without revealing something about it. Such is the life of a real magician.
God I hope I can get good enough to have to worry about my secrets being revealed.
[/complete dork moment]
So like any sane person who wants to become a magician, I immediately bought myself a spanking new deck of cards or 3 and went on Youtube to search for card tricks. I mastered a few and put on a show, got a wow, then proceeded to screw up the next trick quite horribly.
I now own a book on all things magician. The Everything book as a matter of fact.
I fully intend on memorizing that thing and being able to perform with some degree of professionalism. Its so much fun :D
Only bummer is I can now spot certain moves done by other people. It's kind of a thrill being able to spot it. But the thing is I can't even congratulate him on his method without revealing something about it. Such is the life of a real magician.
God I hope I can get good enough to have to worry about my secrets being revealed.
[/complete dork moment]
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Absenteeism
So I realize I have been gone forever. Here's some quick hits as to my life in the time I've been gone and all 2 of the people reading this can get caught up ;)
1. I miss The Treblemakers, my old a capella group. It was amazing to be back singing with them for our 5 year anniversary show.
2. The Braves can suck it. Disgraceful play until 2 nights ago.
3. The Sabres are weak, and Jack Edwards (Bruins play by play guy) is burned into my mind...Lord I hate him.
4. CJ Spiller a Bill? It could work. If he can throw, and block, and kick too.
5. Did a charity walk for MS yesterday, went all around downtown. Doing it twice was a bad idea.
Yes, my life for the course of a few weeks can be summed up in 5 bullet points.
1. I miss The Treblemakers, my old a capella group. It was amazing to be back singing with them for our 5 year anniversary show.
2. The Braves can suck it. Disgraceful play until 2 nights ago.
3. The Sabres are weak, and Jack Edwards (Bruins play by play guy) is burned into my mind...Lord I hate him.
4. CJ Spiller a Bill? It could work. If he can throw, and block, and kick too.
5. Did a charity walk for MS yesterday, went all around downtown. Doing it twice was a bad idea.
Yes, my life for the course of a few weeks can be summed up in 5 bullet points.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Absolutely an incredible day
Hockey is coming down to the last day of the season. An unbelievable series between the Rangers and the Flyers for the last playoff spot that came down to the final round of a shootout. While I do believe the shootout has no part in the current NHL, there really is no more dramatic way of ending a game. It really cannot be scripted better. I mean come on. 82 games in the year and the difference between meaningful hockey and golfing next week is the 3rd and final round of a shootout in the 82nd game between bitter division rivals? Unbelievable drama.
And speaking of golf...
What a win for my man Phil. For those of you who don't no much about golf other than Tiger and his problems, (Which, all due respect to the fans, you have no right to know anything about his life off the course) Phil Mickelson is the good guy of golf. A wonderful family man, always happy to take a picture, and one of the most brilliant golfers ever to play the game, if not one of the most maddening. (Put the driver away Phil. Use an iron for all I care just put the driver away...) Phil also is dealing with his own family issues, but of a different kind. Both his mother and wife Amy are dealing with serious illness, and it was obvious the toll it took on Phil and his game.
So good of him, with Amy and his father and his three children there, to walk up to the 18th hole and birdie and win The Masters for the 3rd time.
Attaboy Lefty. Still praying for you.
And speaking of golf...
What a win for my man Phil. For those of you who don't no much about golf other than Tiger and his problems, (Which, all due respect to the fans, you have no right to know anything about his life off the course) Phil Mickelson is the good guy of golf. A wonderful family man, always happy to take a picture, and one of the most brilliant golfers ever to play the game, if not one of the most maddening. (Put the driver away Phil. Use an iron for all I care just put the driver away...) Phil also is dealing with his own family issues, but of a different kind. Both his mother and wife Amy are dealing with serious illness, and it was obvious the toll it took on Phil and his game.
So good of him, with Amy and his father and his three children there, to walk up to the 18th hole and birdie and win The Masters for the 3rd time.
Attaboy Lefty. Still praying for you.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Ah sports...
For a sports fan, this is one of the most exciting times of the year. It seems that in the next few weeks some of the best moments in all of sports are beginning. So let's run down what's going on this month, in list form:
1) The NFL Draft
In just 2 weeks time football prospects from around the country will have their cell phones at the ready, waiting for the fateful call from one of the 30 NFL teams to the tune of "Son, how would you like to be a?" Millions of fans will be watching worldwide praying, hoping, applauding, and more than likely cursing when they hear the name of their first round pick. Whether it be the savior of a franchise the way Matt Ryan is shaping up to be in Atlanta or an unheralded 6th round pick who will one day be a 3-time Superbowl Champion; the draft is a day that conspires to throw the NFL balance of power out of whack, and bring hope and excitement to fans all across the globe. Go Bills!!!
2) MLB's Opening Day
Okay, so I admit that I'm a little bit late on this one. I was busy watching the games. It's a new season full of promise for every team. Everyone has a chance on Opening Day. Who says the Pirates or the Royals can't put together a miracle season? I mean, aside from Buster Olney. The Yankees are looking for number 28, the Braves are looking to Chipper Jones and rookie phenom Jason Heyward to give Bobby Cox a memorable final year managing the team. The Phillies are looking to make it 3 years straight in the World Series and a lot of teams are just trying not to screw it up too bad. I'm looking at you Mets.
All the stats are set to zero, everyone starts off even. David Price has the same ERA as CC Sabathia. It's a new day ladies and gentlemen. And I plan on riding the Atlanta Braves train for one hell of a season. For a lookout on the Mets all year long visit A Girl's View of the Game.
3) The Stanley Cup Playoffs
For someone living in Buffalo, this is one of the most exciting and nerve-wracking times of the year. The Sabres are back after two VERY long summers and in Northeast Division winning style no less!!! Now not many people are going to give us a chance to go far. But with Ryan Miller the best goalie in the world this season, already in possession of an Olympic medal nobody thought they would grab, anything can happen. It's the hardest trophy to win, the most beautiful to behold, and it's history is as colorful, dramatic, and exciting as any other title in sports.
And if the stars align...maybe even one more big silver award is in store for a certain goalie.
Lord Stanley may he rest in peace, and let the playoff's begin!!!
1) The NFL Draft
In just 2 weeks time football prospects from around the country will have their cell phones at the ready, waiting for the fateful call from one of the 30 NFL teams to the tune of "Son, how would you like to be a
2) MLB's Opening Day
Okay, so I admit that I'm a little bit late on this one. I was busy watching the games. It's a new season full of promise for every team. Everyone has a chance on Opening Day. Who says the Pirates or the Royals can't put together a miracle season? I mean, aside from Buster Olney. The Yankees are looking for number 28, the Braves are looking to Chipper Jones and rookie phenom Jason Heyward to give Bobby Cox a memorable final year managing the team. The Phillies are looking to make it 3 years straight in the World Series and a lot of teams are just trying not to screw it up too bad. I'm looking at you Mets.
All the stats are set to zero, everyone starts off even. David Price has the same ERA as CC Sabathia. It's a new day ladies and gentlemen. And I plan on riding the Atlanta Braves train for one hell of a season. For a lookout on the Mets all year long visit A Girl's View of the Game.
3) The Stanley Cup Playoffs
For someone living in Buffalo, this is one of the most exciting and nerve-wracking times of the year. The Sabres are back after two VERY long summers and in Northeast Division winning style no less!!! Now not many people are going to give us a chance to go far. But with Ryan Miller the best goalie in the world this season, already in possession of an Olympic medal nobody thought they would grab, anything can happen. It's the hardest trophy to win, the most beautiful to behold, and it's history is as colorful, dramatic, and exciting as any other title in sports.
And if the stars align...maybe even one more big silver award is in store for a certain goalie.
Lord Stanley may he rest in peace, and let the playoff's begin!!!
Friday, April 2, 2010
It's amazing
Driving home from my girlfriends, I had the sun roof open, the windows down, and "This Is It" on over the radio. And it was incredible just how much better the music sounded and how much better I felt with the wind in my hair and not having to worry about twenty degree weather.
It was fantastic. So fantastic in fact, that I got in another 18 on Ravine at the Ridge, not so good today. A +6. But the guy we did end up grouping with was great fun, and gave me a couple helpful hints on improving my sidearm throw. By the end of the day I had finally gotten it to turn the way I wanted, as opposed to getting lodged in a tree 50 feet in the wrong direction.
Out again tomorrow, with the girl for the first time and thinking it is going to take a very long time. Then playing another 18 with my little brother and my dad, who will be out for his first time.
Forecast? Massive tree hate and copious amounts of swearing. But in general, a good time.
It was fantastic. So fantastic in fact, that I got in another 18 on Ravine at the Ridge, not so good today. A +6. But the guy we did end up grouping with was great fun, and gave me a couple helpful hints on improving my sidearm throw. By the end of the day I had finally gotten it to turn the way I wanted, as opposed to getting lodged in a tree 50 feet in the wrong direction.
Out again tomorrow, with the girl for the first time and thinking it is going to take a very long time. Then playing another 18 with my little brother and my dad, who will be out for his first time.
Forecast? Massive tree hate and copious amounts of swearing. But in general, a good time.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Frolf season is officially open!
Opened up the frolf season today with a very good friend of mine.
We didn't feel like just going back to the Ridge because A) It would be packed, like groups on every hole. And B) we had played it a lot last year. So we went to Emery state park instead. And while it was fun I was not ready for it. It's about twice as long as the Ridge, mostly uphill.
So the front 9 starts going down a ski trail and is LONG. A perfect shot from someone at the skill level of my friend Hutch and I means we have a long birdie chance, or a decent par. We both shot 10. Not an auspicious way to open up the season. So we figure, new course, first outing, shake off the rust, the 10's will turn into 3's, 4's, and 5's.
They did not. They did turn into 5's, 6's, and 7's with the occasional 4. The front 9 is almost completely through the woods, which I love but at times it got ridiculous. Just impossible to get through without experiencing some degree of tree hate or disc eating monster branch. We walked out of the front 9 exhausted, muddy, bruised, and about 20 over par. A terrible performance I never hope to repeat.
The back 9 was very very nice though, a great mix of open holes, woods, and some nice dog legs down a par 5 or two running along the stream. Results? Not much prettier. We finished at a combined +45.
Unsatisfied and thirsty, we grabbed liter bottles of water and decided what the hell, let's play 18 at Chestnut Ridge too.
It was packed, but not terrible. Definitely had a few stoners start on 7 right before we finished 6. But all in all it was a fun afternoon, and much more successful than Emery was. We both hung around even all day and finished a combined -2, pretty good considering the year before a great day was finishing at -2 by yourself.
So Frolf, why aren't you playing it?
We didn't feel like just going back to the Ridge because A) It would be packed, like groups on every hole. And B) we had played it a lot last year. So we went to Emery state park instead. And while it was fun I was not ready for it. It's about twice as long as the Ridge, mostly uphill.
So the front 9 starts going down a ski trail and is LONG. A perfect shot from someone at the skill level of my friend Hutch and I means we have a long birdie chance, or a decent par. We both shot 10. Not an auspicious way to open up the season. So we figure, new course, first outing, shake off the rust, the 10's will turn into 3's, 4's, and 5's.
They did not. They did turn into 5's, 6's, and 7's with the occasional 4. The front 9 is almost completely through the woods, which I love but at times it got ridiculous. Just impossible to get through without experiencing some degree of tree hate or disc eating monster branch. We walked out of the front 9 exhausted, muddy, bruised, and about 20 over par. A terrible performance I never hope to repeat.
The back 9 was very very nice though, a great mix of open holes, woods, and some nice dog legs down a par 5 or two running along the stream. Results? Not much prettier. We finished at a combined +45.
Unsatisfied and thirsty, we grabbed liter bottles of water and decided what the hell, let's play 18 at Chestnut Ridge too.
It was packed, but not terrible. Definitely had a few stoners start on 7 right before we finished 6. But all in all it was a fun afternoon, and much more successful than Emery was. We both hung around even all day and finished a combined -2, pretty good considering the year before a great day was finishing at -2 by yourself.
So Frolf, why aren't you playing it?
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
The never ending goodnight,
So my girlfriend and I text each other pretty much nonstop. It's kind of sad.
So as I was going to bed the other night I texted her good night.
She said it back.
I said sweet dreams
I got back a "you too"
And before I know it half an hour had passed before we finally say goodnight to each other and stop texting. I think there may be something wrong with us.
So as I was going to bed the other night I texted her good night.
She said it back.
I said sweet dreams
I got back a "you too"
And before I know it half an hour had passed before we finally say goodnight to each other and stop texting. I think there may be something wrong with us.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
The Sincerest Form of Flattery
Before I get sued, and whilst it's on my mind, let me tell you about a little place called Undisclosed.
For me, it's the exact location in Buffalo from where I am blogging.
Where I got it? The real Undisclosed? It's from a fantastic book I've recently enjoyed by David Wong i.e. Jason Pargin i.e. the guy who edits Cracked.com entitled John Dies at the End.
Shelved, in horror, reads like comedy, at times terrifying, ALWAYS brilliant. It's an adventure fraught with demons, bratwurst, talking dogs, and the occasional 1-UP mushroom.
It's really not even one book, it's several all brought together through the guise of our hero (term used loosely at points) David Wong attempting to tell the world his story through interview.
After a party gone wrong by way of a fake Jamaican and some sketchy Soy Sauce David and his best friend/fellow lunatic/former skeptic John begin seeing some pretty strange things. Like ghouls who enjoy manifesting themselves through cockroaches...and David and John's friends...and deer meat.
You see it turns out that the Soy Sauce isn't really your run of the mill needle injected drug. It's intelligent. And is hellbent on bringing Satan and all his little buddies up into our world for some R&R by way of conquering the universe. Not getting the funny? Trust me, from the bratwurst to the Luxor to the Boss Battle to the whiteout you will be laughing to yourself and out loud.
To make this short, if you don't really like being scared like me, you'll probably still end up loving this book. It's early into a book heavy year, and I truly believe this could remain my numero uno all the way to December 31st.
5 stars, recommended from here til the end of the world, then again, reading the book it may not be that far off.
Hello dare
No, I'm not daring anybody, yes, I am saying hello.
We on the same page now? Cool.
Every day, everywhere on the planet, in millions of living breathing perfectly reasonable creatures, thoughts occur. In some of us, they are inspired. In others, they are not. In mine, well...they get put up on Blogger for everyone to see.
So give me your bored, Stumbling, your surfing masses yearning to be entertained,
The hopefully not wretched readers from the computers of yore,
Send these, the domainless, portal-tossed to me,
I lift my blog beside the Golden Door!
Yes, that is a heavily interweb-ified version of "The New Colossus".
No, you do not have to be entertained.
Please, don't be wretched.
Also, I'd like to credit Shannon over at The Shanner of Attention for making me want to start a blog and put my thoughts down.
We on the same page now? Cool.
Every day, everywhere on the planet, in millions of living breathing perfectly reasonable creatures, thoughts occur. In some of us, they are inspired. In others, they are not. In mine, well...they get put up on Blogger for everyone to see.
So give me your bored, Stumbling, your surfing masses yearning to be entertained,
The hopefully not wretched readers from the computers of yore,
Send these, the domainless, portal-tossed to me,
I lift my blog beside the Golden Door!
Yes, that is a heavily interweb-ified version of "The New Colossus".
No, you do not have to be entertained.
Please, don't be wretched.
Also, I'd like to credit Shannon over at The Shanner of Attention for making me want to start a blog and put my thoughts down.
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