As I mentioned, this past weekend was our annual RBI Baseball Tournament out in Chicago. The notice this year was a bit short, and I had committed to a lot of extra work that really shouldn't have allowed me to leave town for the weekend, but I can't say no to 12 straight hours of classic NES goodness. I thought I would be clever and book a ticket on MegaBus, the low-fare regional transportation system that goes to and from Chicago daily. Even at the short-notice cost of $45, it was cheaper than gas and would leave me free to work on my projects on the way out.
After waiting at the bus stop for an hour, some of the other would-be passengers started to get antsy and called up the bus company. It turns out that our bus had broken down a few blocks away from our station and wouldn't be able to take us. MegaBus proceeded to waste the next hour and a half of our time promising to book us a charter bus, when ultimately the whole thing was just scrapped and we were told to reschedule for that evening.
Luckly, a friend who was also attending the event and who didn't live too far away hadn't taken off yet, and we were able to meet up so I could catch a ride. Crisis averted, although I am significantly further behind on my projects than I'd like to be at this point.
The tournament was, of course, a success. We managed to capture even more footage than last year; Enough footage that I thought I would try my hand at video editing.
As you can tell from the video, we had a marked increase in attendance this year. Enough that we had to add a third NES system and even with that addition, the round robin tournament stretched to nearly nine hours. In the end, Barn walked away the winner, despite being stuck with the New York Mets. Brent Cline's reign of tyranny came to an end, and the RBI trophy made its way town to Tennessee for the year. With a 5-6 record, I've got some practicing to do, but I should be able to squeeze in a few games between now and then so I can be a contender in next year's tournament.
Unless Marty shows up again. That jerk.
"When are you going to start a blog?" "Are you on MySpace?" "Why don't you write on Xanga?" I'll tell you why, once and for all: Because I'm lazy. And not really all that interesting.
I tried to blog once. The summer I moved to Chicago, I set up a LiveJournal account, with the incredibly pretentious username of a-a-a-a-a, and tried to write a few things. The whole experiment devolved into me just posting what were, to me at least, humorous instant messaging conversations I had with my friends, and the whole thing was all but dropped in a matter of months.
My wife January, on the other hand, has been blogging for years on Xanga. She's good at it. She says thing other than what she had for lunch or describing in agonizing detail how much she hates whatever the weather happened to be like that day. And from what I'm told, marriage involves doing things together, and enjoying common interests. As much as I can't imagine why anyone would be interested in my daily musings, January recently suggested the starting of a joint blog. We have joint checking, so why not a joint blog? Thus, Team Soell is born.
There are a few things in this world that I believe in very strongly. The first is the power of the siesta. I've been saying for years that we need to follow Latin America's lead and institute mandatory after-lunch breaks -- if not for a little sleep, then for a little mental sanity and relaxation. On the days that I manage to get in a long lunch or afternoon nap, I feel far more relaxed and productive afterwards.
In the same vein, what ever happened to snow days? If schools shouldn't have to meet because of inclement weather, we shouldn't have to wait for a Level 3 snow emergency is declared to take a little time off to enjoy the day. Unfortunately, that's the downside to depending on contract work as my primary source of income: If the power is on and my Internet connection is up, I have no excuse for not getting something done.
I did get some time to enjoy the weather. January and I were able to take a walk over the giant shards of frozen snow to the market for supplies. We kept ourselves warm with some homemade chicken noodle soup and then decided it was time to show Sammy and Frankie, once and for all, why exactly we won't let them outside.
Minutes after this picture was taken, the cats were introduced to the joys of snow firsthand. Frankie made a beeline back to the door and started crying relentlessly, while Sammy tucked herself away underneath the house and had to be coaxed back out with the promise of many, many treats. Strangely enough, they both seem content to watch the squirrels and birds by the front window now.
My music collection is approaching ridiculous proportions. I can remember my days in college when it seemed unreasonable that Matt Guilford, the floor DJ / gospel music aficionado, had two large cases full of CDs. That's more than 500 albums, friends. Today, if I were to burn all my music to CD, I would have 15,000 CDs. And that's not the worst of it.
53 days, 5 hours, 1 minute, and 19 seconds
The total amount of time it would take to play every track, back to back, without interruption
Total cost of recordable CDs to back up the music files
The length that these CDs would be if you stacked them on top of each other and laid them down on their side
The number of TekNMotion CD binders required to hold all of these CDs
70 days, 15 hours, 25 minutes, 15 seconds
Time required to upload my entire collection to my mp3tunes music locker (which is why I haven't done it)
6 days, 0 hours, 44 minutes, 30 seconds
Time required to download my entire collection across a standard 1.5Mbps cable connection
Total cost of purchasing all this music on iTunes
Total amount for which I would be sued by the RIAA if I were caught sharing this music on a peer-to-peer network