Workin' on my game cuz life is taxing

The weather has finally warmed up enough for me to play some golf again. There were two solid weeks where it rained every single day (and even snowed once...in May...barf). It was depressing and grey and lame as all get out. But finally, Spring decided to spring for the second time, and I made it out to the course again.

Last night was the first night of Men's League here. It was a lot of fun, and a perfect night for golf. Unfortunately I shot a horrid game, mainly due to a very unfortunate tree-and-sand-trap related 11 on the last hole. (My partner shot a 16 on that hole, with two OB shots and 4 attempts to get out of the same sand trap) All in all, it was a good night for setting my handicap for the rest of the season.

Tomorrow I'm leaving work at 10:30 to go play golf in a scramble. It's the hard knock life for me.

Last weekend I went on a road trip with the boys to Fargo, ND, to see some awesome bands (and one crappy one). Mastodon was the headliner, and I had never seen them before. They were phenomenal. The first openers were the ever-awesome Valient Thorr, a band I've now seen three (or four?) times and who continue to kick all kinds of arse. The second band was Baroness, and they also completely blew me away. I had a copy of their Red album, which was ok but never really did it for me. Their Blue album is excellent, though, and seeing them live solidified in my mind what a great band they are. Then there was Between the Buried and Me, who looked like a bunch of frat boys playing Atreyu-ivium crap and sounding pretty much like garbage to my ears.

It was a lot of fun to go on the road trip, catch up with friends, and have a good ol' time with the boys. P-A-RTY, we don't need no alibi, we party!

April!

So, I tend to let months fly by faster than I can say "I really need to blog more", but it seems that March has passed me by already. Hopefully this won't be my only entry for April, but you never know. I've become a lazy blogger. On the flip side of that coin, I've apparently become a much more motivated worker. I think I owe that to having a job that I actually enjoy.

So, the usual stuff is going on, I guess. The kids are getting bigger and doing new things. I'm hanging out. Occasionally playing video games. Working. Recording songs. Etc.

The weather is getting much warmer, and spring is finally here. OK, that's about as lame a paragraph starter as I could possibly craft, but it's true anyway. With spring come good things, like not wearing a giant coat, not shoveling snow, getting outside for walks, actually meeting our neighbors, etc.

I have to go off on a tangent here. I may or may not have talked about the Orson Scott Card theory of Philotics before. I don't think I have. Anyway, according to Card in his Ender's Game universe, there are lil' things called Philotes that kind of tie the universe together. People that develop relationships also develop Philotic Connections. Yes, this is all fiction, but it explains nicely the way that when I haven't seen a friend in a while and I start thinking about that friend, the universe sort of seems to arrange things so that I reconnect with said friend. It happens to me all the time, and probably to you as well. I truly believe that SOME sort of connection is made between people that's beyond physical.

For example, I was talking to Ryan the other day about not having seen Reuben in a while. That night, Reuben called me. There was no conversation between Ryan and Reub, it just happened independently. There are other examples. I've found myself wondering whatever happened to person X, only to go home and find out that they've friend requested me on Facebook.

Anyway, lately I've been trying to track down a friend of mine from high school named Mike. Since I now live in the same town as his parents, I looked them up in the phone book to see if I could find his number from them. Upon looking in the phonebook, I realized that they had moved...to the house that's literally out my back window. Our back yards touch. Crazy. Weird. Philotic connection? Either way, perhaps I'll meet them again soon, since it's spring and people are outside. (See? This all connects.)

Still, calling old friend's moms isn't high on my cool things list, so I just sent a FB message to his brother. LOL. That seems to have worked, as I got his phone number and sent a message. We'll see. Go philotes go.

Spring is springing, I'm still a geek.

It’s all melting! The snow is swiftly receding and the air has a hint of spring to it. Lemme tell ya, being outside soothes the soul. Unfortunately, my soul has been thoroughly un-soothed by the beige and fluorescent world that is work. So yeah – it’s hard to “put my all” into being here. Blech.

It’s kind of funny around here this time of year, though. My work’s parking lot was designed by a madman, because the whole thing is a slope, right next to a really big hill. What this means is that on warm days, all of the snow melts off of the big hill and runs into our parking lot. Then the sun sets, and all of that water running through the parking lot freezes. The end result is a sloped skating rink of sorts. So, people come in to work in the morning, park on said skating rink, and are surprised to find that all of their cars have slid into each other. I wish I was kidding, but it happens every single year. Heck, it happened to me once, the first year I was here. Once, mind you. I’m not one of the people that it keeps happening to, year after year. I laugh at them. I laugh at them because I’ve been there, and am now wiser. They’ve been there, and are not. Hee hee. Chortle chortle. Har har.

The great melt that has been taking place has also been a source of a little disappointment for me. I had this ridiculously awesome icicle that was hanging off of my house. It almost went from the roof to the ground…that’s a big icicle. It was hard and straight and fierce. My plan was for it to continue building its awesome girth, and then on Sunday I would pluck it from its perch and bequeath it to T-Rav, saying something to the effect of, “Here is thy FROSTSABER, sir.” Then…I dunno, he’d hold it like a sword and we’d take a picture and then photoshop it into something epic. I’m telling you, it would have been awesome. Unfortunately, the problem with epic frostsabers is that they don’t survive 50-degree weather. The whole thing was completely gone on Tuesday…wiped from existence by the vengeful Sun God, Ra. Plan B: MUDSABER!

Continuing this thread of me being an absolute effing DORK and LOVING it, I’m super excited for Sunday, because on that evening, a vast horde is coming to my home to play some good ol’ Dungeons and Dragons. Yes, you read that right. Yes, I’m that much of a dork, and Yes, if you’re reading this there’s like an 85% chance that you’re going to be there, too, which makes you as much of a dork as I am. HUZZAH, I say. Lift high a horn filled to the brim with the Dew of the Mountains, and let loose your battle cry. The sky may rain fire, but all will be well in the land ere long.