Ultimate Return

After several months of being sidelined with a rib injury - thank you, Skylar - I made my valiant return to the Ultimate Frisbee field.

I am out of shape.

Today was really fun, and wet, and muddy. Not only did we have to play against the formidable Kyle Blake (like always, what the heck?), we had to play against his NFL caliber brother, Dave ... Lord, have mercy. The first throw to go Dave's way when I was guarding him, resulted in me getting so manhandled that my only option was to climb onto his back, which I did. It was like trying to bring down a pachyderm. Graciously, Dave took this in stride and decided not to torment me for the rest of the match.

At the end of the day it was 2 wins, 2 losses. Our last win has an asterisk by it, because we ended early, but I was so stinking tired by that point that I didn't care who won the last game. Currently, my legs feel like they are filled with led. The hurt is gonna come tomorrow!

Never Say Die - Goonies Wallpaper

This is incredible! This made my day! This is the Goonies slogan, turned into a wallpaper! Someone please make this into a t-shirt, size medium, for me!

"Thank you, Mr. Willy (Frank Spohr). Thank you ... "

On Relegating Facebook

"Remember, remember the 11th of Novem ... uh ... January. The Facebook treason and plot; I see no reason why the Facebook treason should ever be forgot."

I finally relegated Facebook by deactivating my account. I understand that my digital imprint is still going to be out there, but that wasn't why I broke ties with the social networking giant. I went western show-down on Facebook, because it is the gateway drug to being a full-on creeper. Stalking is now socially acceptable, and that freaks me out. I wasn't worried about having to fend off strange, hairy, overweight, cheeto-crumb-infested maniacs ... I was worried that I'd become one.

Here's to old-school human interaction.

Cheers.

Separation Anxiety Kitty

Over the last week and a half, I've been house/cat - sitting for my grandfather while he is away visiting our southern kin. Usually, I love animals, yet as of just recently, I think I might actually hate them. My heart is not unlike others who ooh and aww when they see a pathetic feline begging for attention. However, if said cat has separation anxiety disorder, your empathy will steadily wan, followed by your normally humane inclination toward animals, followed by your conscience that keeps your barbaric instincts in check with your normally humane inclination toward animals.

Here is the Wikipedia entry on the disorder:

Separation anxiety disorder is a psychological condition in which an individual experiences excessive anxiety regarding separation from home or from people to whom the individual has a strong emotional attachment (like a father and mother). It becomes a disorder when the separation reaction becomes strong enough to impair people's ability to conduct their day to day lives and relationships.

My grandmother was the first bond to break for this cat. She loved having "Kitty" on her lap 24/7, and Kitty loved being there. Since grandma passed away, Kitty has only had the attention of my grandfather, who is only moderately affectionate toward her (for good reason), and that of the occasional drop-in friend or family member. And now that grandpa is on a furball-free vacation - broken bond number two - Kitty has entered into full-on disorder mode. Oh, happy day.

My official grievances against Kitty the cat:
1) Kitty must be touching me at all times
2) Kitty will only eat when I am near her food dish
3) Kitty sleeps all day when I'm gone
4) Kitty wants attention all night when I sleep
5) Kitty jostles the doorknob when I lock her out of my room at night
6) Kitty's meows sound like dying children
7) Kitty seems to be gifted with omniscience and omnipresence
8) Kitty is an evil manipulator
9) Kitty is merciless
10) Kitty is named Kitty

Since I am unable to function as a normal human being, I believe she is creating in me the converse disorder: Proximity Anxiety Disorder, which has entered me into an inescapable, demented yin and yang, cyclical, symbiotic love/hate relationship.

I'm like Harry Potter and Kitty is like Lord Voldemort.

The saga continues ...