Filling a void

This is Windchaser.  But as Jen and I have decided, we’ll keep the name as such, officially, but frankly, we’re just going to call him Chase. He is half Maltese and half Shih Tzu.  He is our new dog.

Since the unfortunate departures of the other two dogs back in October and December, the house has been a little on the quiet side.  Now I’ll be the first to admit that there was a sense of liberation at not feeling the obligation that either one of us needed to be home as soon as possible, but there was also a void left behind by having a home with zero dogs in it.

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I think I’d rather be dead than have frightening B.O.

Rotting taco meat.

That’s probably the best description of the smell emanating from the guy next to me on the stair master machine.  It was kind of unbelievable, because I can’t say that I’ve ever smelled that kind of funk from any human being in my entire life.  It was like the myth of sweating what you eat was actually coming true from this guy or something.

All I know is that it was making me sick to my stomach, and that it turned my stair climbing session into the worst 25 minutes of my entire life.  I seriously can’t fathom how such an odor can come from an actual person.

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Photos: Moar camera practicing with baseball

I took my DSLR out to Lawrenceville, to practice taking pictures during a minor league baseball game.  Admittedly, I’m still getting used to needing to be a little more intricate with focus, and the processing process dealing with RAWs.  But I do like the versatility that it brings, and I look forward to hopefully getting better as time progresses.

But I am loving some of the results, and if anything at all, that I can get some fairly sweet closer-up pictures.  The deal with all the pitcher pictures is that this guy is Julio Teheran, and if everything goes right in the world, he’ll be a really, really, really good pitcher for the Atlanta Braves for the next four to six years.

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Guess which player Alabamans love?

Brad Coon is a player on the Montgomery Biscuits, and people really love to cheer for him.

The strange thing is that Brad Coon is not a supremely talented baseball player.  Brad Coon is 29-years old, and in his seventh year playing exclusively minor league baseball.  The Montgomery Biscuits are a AA-level minor league team, and the typical age for AA players with legitimate futures is typically anywhere from 20-23 years old.  In years prior, Brad Coon played for AAA-level affiliates for the Angels, Dodgers and Nationals, but upon landing with the Rays, they assigned him to AA.

So Brad Coon is considered way old for his level of competition, but his current statistics indicate that it’s fairly appropriate in terms of skill.  Which is another way of me saying that Brad Coon isn’t exactly the most talented baseball player in the world.

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Mass Effect romances, explained by Saved by the Bell

Throughout playing the Mass Effect series, one of the more intriguing side objectives is pursuing a relationship. Each of the three games gives you choices for your Commander Shepards to pursue, and depending on if you import your data from one game to the other, it mildly alters the relationship paths, based on your choices from ME1 to ME2 to ME3. Which is one of the only things you really can alter, to say the least. Oops; did I write that out loud?

Anyway, with the number of possible relationships available throughout the series, it got me thinking. Which is never a good thing, because then we end up with the conclusion that Commander Shepard is pretty much the futuristic Zack Morris of the galaxy. And that all possible relationships throughout the Mass Effect series, are easily relatable to all of the girls that Zack Morris was involved with at some point throughout the entire Saved by the Bell series.

Naturally, since I’ve only played as the male Shepard, we’re only going to go through his potential conquests. Suffice to say, these are probably classified as spoilers if you haven’t played through all three games yet.

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A pet peeve

Say you’re driving down a very desolate, flat straight road out in the middle of nowhere.  You can see far ahead and far behind you for miles.  You’re also driving with a friend who is driving their own car.  For whatever reason, you wish to drive parallel to your friend, so you hop into the oncoming lane, and begin driving right next to your friend.

Eventually, in the distance you see a car coming.  What do you do?

Obviously, you let off the gas, and get back behind your friend, or space permitting, you apply the gas, and get in front.  Otherwise, you  will end up in a head-on collision, and probably someone ends up dead, or at least severely injured.

If the answer is so simple when it comes to driving cars, why is it so difficult for people to grasp when simply walking?

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How ‘bout them apples

I kind of want an iPad.  The new one.  The one called “The New iPad.”  Regardless of if it’s going to one day have an awkward transitional phase to something other than “The New,” when it’s technically no longer new.  In fact, it’s been around long enough to where I wouldn’t consider it very new anymore, already.

But no matter, I still kind of want one.  I’m very much aware of the fact that it’s very much a glorified and extremely expensive toy, but it doesn’t change the fact that I would still like one.  It’s not going to replace my netbook or my laptop as something I could actually brog substantially from, and I don’t even know a whole lot of function I would get out of it.  Maybe I’d play every single Angry Birds level again, pursuing three stars.  Supposedly Final Fantasy Tactics is re-released for iOS, which I’d probably get.  I guess it has substantially better life than my netbook could to watch movies on.  But not much else.  It’s a toy, I know.

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