GOD TOUCHED ME. =)
1) Steal Internets.
2) Plug a Wii raffle.
3) ... um...
4) (and after 5 minutes I was like, "Let's GO!")
Only a half hour til I'm off to the Big Apple.
Yes, I know I'm breaking that self-imposed retirement I placed on myself re: DDR FS competitions. But I'm really doing it for charity (Leukemia & Lymphoma Society), which many of you know I'm quite passionate about.
Speaking of charity, I'm raffling off a brand-new, unopened Nintendo Wii. Only $5 a ticket with bonuses @ $20, $50, and $100 donations. All proceeds benefit the LLS!
(And right now, your potential chances of winning are looking a hell of a lot better than using the Mystery Method to pick up an exotic dancer on the clock!)
Drop me a comment here if you're interested (leave an e-mail addy so I can fwd: you the necessary info). Comments will be screened for privacy.
(ADDENDUM: Freakin' a... now I know why people hate flying into/out of DIA. Hour delay... =/ ~ least I sat across from Doug Flutie for a hot minute. Would've snagged a photo op, but he was engrossed in "We Are Marshall" - go fig. Jocks. *heh*)
ATTENTION old-school Warriors fans (and Lakers fans for that matter):
If any of y'all get ESPN Classic, you GOTS to TiVO/record this classic gem on Sept. 26.
Golden State at L.A. Lakers, Game 2, 1991
The Lakers' last extended playoff run with Magic, G-State at the peak of the TMC Era, and if that's not enough, Chris Mullin and Magic both catch fire during the game. If I remember correctly, the final score ends up in the mid-120s, Mullin finishes with 45 and Magic finishes with 48 or 49 ... it's a legitimate shootout. Also, check out a pre-ACL injury Tim Hardaway when he literally couldn't be guarded; a goofy-but-effective Warriors bench that included Sarunas Marciulionis, Tom Tolbert, Rod Higgins and Mario Elie; a skinny Sam Perkins on the Lakers; and especially, how unstoppable Magic was in this game. Remember, this was his 13th NBA season and nobody could guard him. How long could he have been great if not for the HIV diagnosis?
Not sure when the air time is, but you can prolly research that one.
I know Ross would prolly offer sexual favors for a copy of that game. XD
For those keeping score @ home:
10/22 - Nike Women's Half Marathon OWNED 12/10 - Honolulu Marathon OWNED
5/20 - Bay to Breakers 12k OWNED 7/22 - Wharf to Wharf 10k OWNED 9/3 - Disneyland Half Marathon OWNED
10/14 - Rock & Roll Half Marathon
10/21 - Nike Women's Half Marathon
Holy effin' sweet Jesus Christmas! Today was BY FAR, the hardest 1/2 Marathon EVAR. The course itself wasn't too bad (save 3-4 somewhat steep hills). And they advertised this as a FLAT course... HELL NAH. They LIED! TO MY FACE!
Truth is... the heat this morning (even at 6 AM) was getting brutal FAST. In fact, here's a quick breakdown of the heat from beginning to end, thereabouts:
5 AM (when we started hanging out in the corrals): 82 F
6 AM (start of the race, I got past the start line circa 6:25 am): 82 F
7 AM (over 4 miles in): 84 F
8 AM: 89 F
9 AM: 95 F
10 AM (right about my finish time): 102 F
The temperature sweltered up to 110ish later in the day. To think, I got through the GOOD part of the weather day! Labor Day... such a BAD day to have a Marathon. The heat is just... killer, and not to mention there was a mandatory 16-minute pace in effect! A lot of those people were casual walkers and even those who were seasoned just outright got their ass kicked by the heat. It wasn't pretty.
Some highlights about the course:
* (Mile 2) Going through California Adventure for the first time evar! Wow, that place actually looks like a cooler version of Great America. I'll definitely hafta' hit it.
* (Mile 3) Finally seeing the new subs while going through Disneyland. I'm not sure what the hoopla is of it all, but I suppose anything new has to be kinda' neat at first.
* Yelling at the Jasmine gal atop of Aladdin thing @ Disneyland, "HEY BABY, I'LL BE DONE IN A HOUR! HOLLA' BACK!" =D
* Running by the Honda Center and screaming at the top of my lungs (while I still had breath @ Mile 8), "DUCKS SUCK! GO SHARKS!"
* Running along the base paths at Angels Stadium at part of Mile 10. Sadly, no Rally Ngo to greet me. What was neat was when you crossed a certain point, you stepped on a footpad, and your hometown was announced on the PA system! MOUNTAIN VIEW, represent! (or something).
* (scattered throughout the course) I tell you... I've found the ultimate motivation for me along a marathon course: cheerleaders. I dunno' what it was, but damn... when some young, cute, sweet thangs start cheering me on and giving me some high kicks and high-5's... I can do anything! =D
* (Mile 12) Going back through California Adventure. I never thought I'd find a new power song, but alas... "What Time Is It" (from "High School Musical 2") started blasting on the PA. I'm not so sure if it was the power of that tune, or the cute gals on a stage nearby who looked quite damn near like the gals on the cast (oddly, the gal who was supposed to be Gabriella was Asian. And looked more like Brenda Song, though shoot... you didn't see ME complain!)... but at either rate, they made a brotha' feel GOOD. I knew the sistah was eyein' me. Can't blame her, really. ^_~
* Mile 13.1: DONE. MEDAL. (I'll put pics up later).
Holy effin' Moses... I was SOOO spent. Still am, just a bit. But dammit... medal, get.
And at the end of the day, you knew your hero would take the cake from under the baker's thumb. =)
Soo... ye old Maddenoliday has come and gone. And yes, yours truly scored himself a free copy, but in a rather unconventional way. For the Madden festivities @ work, there was an obstacle course laid out on the Great Lawn. I figured... hell, I could stand to get some exercise or sumpin', so I gave it the ol' college try. The layout of the course went something like this:
a) Run through 10 tires (agility drill)
b) Push forward a tackling sled 20 yards (strength drill)
c) knock a tackling dummy on its ass (strength drill, though it hardly took a Herculean effort)
d) Throw a football 25 yards through a cut-out hole (skill drill)
As fate would have it, I was the proverbial guinea pig, volunteering to go first before anyone even had the guts to try it.
Part a was cake. Agility's always been a strong point of mine. DDR feet didn't fail me. =)
Part b was the tricky part. Having played a bit of football in HS, I knew I had to hit that tackling sled low and use my legs to drive into it. However, during practices in HS, we did it on a well-kept, even grass field. The Great Lawn has a few rough patches where it's dirt/grass/dirt/grass... not to mention the 20-yard distance I had to push the sled was an INCLINE! It took about 3 good stabs before I could get that bad boy moving, but once I got it, it was sheer will from there. The event coordinators were even saying, "You can skip it if you'd like." Fuck that! I wasn't going out like no pansy. >=D
Part c was pretty much running full speed and popping that thing a good one.
Part d wasn't too bad. Only took 3 tries before I nailed a tight spiral right into that hole. Thankfully the wind was to my back, so that put a good zip on the passes.
All told, I finished in 44 seconds. Not too shabby, I figured. Considering EA is crawling with sports junkies and athletic folk, I figured that time would get beat one way or another. But as I watched a few more folk try... I noticed one thing: they all SUCKED when it came to the sled push. IN fact, it got so bad, dudes were allowed to cheat and grab a handle on the sled and pull/drag it the 20 yards. Losers... Even with that, the next closest time that day was 1:13. Nearly by a half-minute did I waste those suckers.
Hey, normally I don't win these kind of things, so I gotta' admit, it was a totally blast for me to know I was a Madden Challenge champ @ work. *heh* Of course, my back was KILLING me the rest of the day (from the sled). Not like I warmed up or anything before going balls out for nearly a minute, so that's my own damn fault. But hey, in winning the challenge, I scored me a free copy of Madden for the 360 (60 FPS ftw!), a Madden NFL 08 shirt, a pair of EA SPORTS sweatbands, and a EA SPORTS magnet (yeah, JUST what I woulda' picked out...). Not a bad haul, all things considered.
So the moral of the story is... I think the stupidest little things make me the happiest. Don't believe me? I'll list 3 more stupid little things that've made me happy in the past month or so.
1. The 50-cent per pound vinyl (record) sale @ the local record shop. (Yours truly walked away with 40 albums for $20! And how sweet is finding a copy of "Kiss Me" by Tin Tin for essentially 50 cents?!)
2. Learning how to play the chorus of "Same Girl" on the piano in a matter of minutes
. (You can blame Bran & Adam for getting that damn song stuck in my head.)
3. Playing Journey
ad naseum at the California Extreme video game convention this past weekend. Yes, it's an absolutely goofy-as-fuck game, but dammit... for my money's worth, it doesn't get better than hearing a MIDI version of "Don't Stop Believing" whilst maneuvering Steve Perry through swinging microphone stands. (CA Extreme was a great time altogether, just playin' and playin' and even getting to hang with Jamie, Dan, and work folk...)
So yeah... it's the pointless things in life that make life worth living. Really! =D
So Melody & I went to her friend's wedding reception a few nights ago up in Livermore. Pretty nice winery, actually. Who'd have thought in all places, there'd be something nice like that? Then again, the knock on that place wasn't so much that it's a ghetto... it's just OUT there and hot as fuck in the summertime.
One of the interesting things done there was that every guest was encouraged to write a little note with some anecdote or well wish to the wed couple, stuff it in an envelope, then store it in a time capsule (which could only be opened 10 years later by the couple). Given that I only marginally knew the couple and didn't want to sound generic... so a wish to the newlyweds went something like this:
The novelty of being newlyweds may come and go.
But the fulfillment of true love comes (sometimes unannounced!)... lets itself in the door... kicks its shoes off and props up its feet on the coffee table... demands a beer whenever it darn well wants... and, well... doesn't really leave, no matter how hard you try.
Here's to a lifetime of true love, compassion, health, happiness, and clean feet for you both.
(How awesome is my romantic imagery? Eat your heart out Hallmark.) =P
Rest of the night was aight. DJ sucked though. And I actually have the right to make such criticisms. Death to the CDJ!
Talk about a quick bang for the buck...
Only took me one night to beat Guitar Hero 80s (HARD mode) -- perhaps I should give it a second go-around on EXPERT?
Hooray for games that only take 2 hours to beat! =P
But truth be told, GH 80s was a fun set list. Good to see more master recordings in the game! (Hooray for Scandal's "The Warrior"!) Too bad the final encore ("Play With Me" by Extreme) couldn't have had the backdrop of San Dimas Mall. That would've made it a Top 5 game of all-time. Least they could've had the guitarist exiting a phone booth. *heh*
In other news, I've finally made the switch from Madden to NCAA Football. NCAA 08 is actually pretty fun. And the option (after a LOT of practice) is just fun times. Too bad Madden doens't have anything that fun. I'm just bummed I can't be Grambling or Howard. I wanna' get into those band battles and stuff. (Those are usually more compelling than the football itself!)
And the best part of NCAA 08, is that it finally knocked out Tiger Woods PGA Tour 07 from my 360! (Truth be told, I'm such a Tiger junkie, it's ridiculous. That must've been my most played game for the past 3 months, with an occasional break for Guitar Hero II.)
Games, games, games... What would I do without them? (Besides have a shade more semblance of a life? =P)