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| | Sunday Bloody Paintball Sunday! Hell yeah.
We had a damn fine time blasting the hell out each other all day. I have bruises, welts and a nice gash to show for it. Plus some nice sunburn. And we can t wait to go back.
Next time we ll need a bigger crew. We re thinking we may be able to almost double our numbers next time. Words of warning to any new-comers... Scheaf is an unstoppable killing machine, and Stoner is a near literal snake in the grass!
At least half of us that went have already started pricing guns and gear. Just what we need... a new obsession.
-bampf | | | Huzzah, it s my birthday.
Hafta say my 31st year of existence was a damn fine one. Onward and upward and all that. Makes me feel not quite so stinkin old. So, hoorah for that.
Yesterday s peculiar weather aborted an attempted pool party for me by my family (complete with inflatable pool, flippers and snorkel). But there was ice cream cake, grilled meats and Yellowbeard in its stead so I can t complain. And this evening I celebrate by attending D&D. Festive, I know.
-bampf | | | Couple of big things. First, my birthday is fast approaching. You bums have two days to go out and buy me lots of nice things to celebrate my entrance onto the planet. Go now. Hurry.
Second is Paintball. We wanna do it. This Sunday. Anybody interested in playing? We have no gear, we have no guns, we have no clue how or where, but somehow I ll cobble something together. Post here or email me if interested.
-bampf | | 7/13/2006 11:38:34 AM I m gonna sing the doom song now | Comments (12) |
| Anyone else get a feeling of impending doom when ya read the headlines lately? Korea firing missiles. Japan and China getting antsy. Isreal attacking Lebanon. Iran getting antsy. Oil at all time highs. Really feels like a slippery slope.
Note to self: buy more ammo.
-bampf | | | Man, for the first time in months I must wear pants tomorrow! Is there no justice in this world? Gah. Ah well... guess I ll just have to grin and bear it.
After a month of Hollywood summer filth looks like it s time to return to the movies. Need to see Pirates, Scanner Darkly, Lady in the Water and Clerks II. That s a lot of movies. Hopefully more than a few will be good.
Kent and I accidently caught the end of the World Cup this weekend. I was clinging to a hope that Italy and France could somehow both lose... I mean, come on, could you think of two more vile countries in Europe? Once that dude head-butted a guy in the chest I started rooting for France... only interesting thing we saw in half an hour of viewing.
Once again, I was horribly put off at how sissy a sport it came across as. The boring aspect isn t horrible... I mean I used to watch baseball. Boring is one thing, but every time a player is brushed against by an opponent or there is a call they don t like this mandates 2-3 minutes of wailing/rolling on the ground/crying like a girl. It s like trying to play a sport in a crowded parking lot full of vehicles with really sensitive car alarms. Ridiculous. Also... when did soccer balls get so gay looking?
Well, at least it s over and we won t have to hear about soccer again for four years.
Anyway, I continue to play racquetball and hope to start playing some tennis. Wimbledon got me aching for a game. Maybe at some point I ll actually get into some kind of decent shape. Of course, my shoulder (my old (and only) rugby injury) continues to bother me. Making a return to the pitch slightly more unlikely. Sigh. Why I gotsta be old?
-bampf
| | | OK, so completely on the spur of the moment, Meghan and I decided Friday that we would spend all day Saturday (and into the early moring hours of Sunday) driving to the Mohegan Sun Injun Casino in Connecticut to see a free They Might Be Giants show.
Inspired though it was, the endeavor was doomed from the get go. Horrible holiday traffic (even in the desolate Northeast reaches of PA), construction, and only recently unflooded freeways made for a harrowing trip. A projected 4.5 hour drive painfully turned to 7+. Though somehow we managed to pass thru Jim Thorpe, PA and see the Jim Thorpe Memorial Monument (mind you, Jim Thorpe was not from Jim Thorpe, they just bought his corpse and named the town after his rotting cadaver).
In any case, eventually we arrived at the Casino expecting a handful of TMBG faithful to have beaten us there. Instead, the crazed Giants nerds had been there for hours and were literally lined up in queue completely encircling half the casino floor. So, we waited in line for a while... then bailed realizing we weren t gonna get seats and instead, took places outside the waist-high walls of the venue. We were still 30 or so feet from the stage, but just at the extreme left.
The show itself was good, despite the preceding travails of the day. To finish things off on a sour note though we lost a combined $250 in just a few rolls of the dice on the Craps tables... shoulda never played... they had weird rules and utterly confused pit bosses. Poorest run craps I ve ever seen (worse than the Vegas dirt casinos visited on Freemont St).
So, I drove through the night while Meghan slept and arrived home, weerily, at 4:00 in the morning. Good stuff! It was a stupid idea from the get go and I m so glad we did it!
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