connecting and reconnecting

Kim and i met, for the first time, cdk for breakfast Monday morning (and as we left the joint, we serendipitously ran into caine_0828, whom we hadn't seen in years and years [the bastard won the dotcom lottery recently and is planning to move to Amsterdam]).  Then, tonight, we had dinner with stoat (whom i hadn't seen since `97) at our favorite restaurant, Hunan Taste.  It's been very pleasant to meet and re-meet folks, even briefly.  And, hey, everything's better over good food.

connecting and reconnecting

Kim and i met, for the first time, cdk for breakfast Monday morning (and as we left the joint, we serendipitously ran into caine_0828, whom we hadn't seen in years and years [the bastard won the dotcom lottery recently and is planning to move to Amsterdam]).  Then, tonight, we had dinner with stoat (whom i hadn't seen since `97) at our favorite restaurant, Hunan Taste.  It's been very pleasant to meet and re-meet folks, even briefly.  And, hey, everything's better over good food.

soccer report twofer

Two Mondays ago, Blasters succumbed to Scrub O Matic 5-1, in a tightly played game where Scrub O Matic wore us down.  I took low-percentage gambles that failed which resulted in two goals.

Last night, Blasters lost to Rage 5-4.  We were up 4-2 at halftime, but Rage came back.  Their forwards kept hanging around ready to fish long balls, which led to panicked moments.  The tying goal was a nutmeg shot (what the hell! if i'd closed my legs any more, i'd've fallen over), and the winning goal was bounced off the "crossbar" twice before it was poked above me.  Fuckin' pissed me off... to make it worse, it was a dreaded 23:25 game and we had Mr. Instabrawl as the ref; combine scrappy players who are out past their bedtime with a ref with a history of not curtailing rough play and, well, things were ugly.  We came close to tying, but no luck.  Next week, though, a victory.  I can feel it.

soccer report twofer

Two Mondays ago, Blasters succumbed to Scrub O Matic 5-1, in a tightly played game where Scrub O Matic wore us down.  I took low-percentage gambles that failed which resulted in two goals.

Last night, Blasters lost to Rage 5-4.  We were up 4-2 at halftime, but Rage came back.  Their forwards kept hanging around ready to fish long balls, which led to panicked moments.  The tying goal was a nutmeg shot (what the hell! if i'd closed my legs any more, i'd've fallen over), and the winning goal was bounced off the "crossbar" twice before it was poked above me.  Fuckin' pissed me off... to make it worse, it was a dreaded 23:25 game and we had Mr. Instabrawl as the ref; combine scrappy players who are out past their bedtime with a ref with a history of not curtailing rough play and, well, things were ugly.  We came close to tying, but no luck.  Next week, though, a victory.  I can feel it.