on blowing off work, the big house and board games
I'm home sick today. I can't quite place my finger on what's wrong. I just feel crappy so I took the day off and have been doing a bit of work from home. I'm not kidding! I'm checking email and IMing with coworkers and what not. I actually got more shit done at home than I do at the office.
I started feeling a bit woozy a little while ago so I retired to the couch with my bestest friend ever -- HBO In Demand. Thanks to this wonderful service, I've been able to park myself on my couch for hours at a time and get caught up on the HBO shows I love. Today, I learned a bit more about gritty prison life via Season 4 of the disturbing but oh-so-addictive drama, Oz. Thanks to this program, I can now bandy about terms like The Hole, shank, hacks, gen pop, etc. with surprising believability and assurance. It's all very informative and potentially handy should I ever get thrown into the clink.
On Tuesday night, I had a wonderful time hanging out and playing games with some good friends -- Jon, Kris and Amy among them. Honestly, I'm not really one for playing games that require me to get up off my ass to act things out, sing or do anything more strenuous than rolling the dice. Usually, the most animated I ever get is when I have the car make "vroom vroom" and peeling-out noises as it drives around the Monopoly board.
But, wonder of all wonders, I was actually a joiner this time around and had a kick-ass time playing Scattergories, Encore and some game whose name I don't remember. All I know is that you're handed a beeping device with a word on it and you have to describe that word to your team. It's like Password and Hot Potato all rolled into one. And it's VERY stressful! It dredged up feelings of playing Musical Chairs at birthday parties way back when -- the adrenalin-fueled panic, the hysteria, the utter lack of concern for others in your path as you were allowed briefly to bump, jostle and step on toes if need be. And then, ultimately, the embarrassment when the best you could manage was like one butt cheek on the corner of a chair when the music stopped. So yeah, it was kinda like that when the timer ran out on you in this game.
I really liked Scattergories but I still have a few things to learn apparently. Like in one round, the assigned letter was "F" and the topic was "A four-letter word." I naturally assumed it meant something profane. Now, if you're familiar with the game, you try to pick a word that you think your opponents won't have. Keeping this in mind, I decided to skip over the obvious 4-letter word starting with "F" and opted instead for "fart." Yes, it's more crude than profane but I didn't think anyone would challenge me. Imagine my surprise during the reveal when my opponents said words like "fish" and "file." Oh. It actually called for just your basic four-letter word as opposed to a four-letter word. I felt a bit sheepish at first but it turns out that the multi-talented Kris applied the very same "logic" and arrived at the word "fart" as well. There's a reason Kris and I are friends.
Another guest, Tim, brought his own Dance Dance Revolution set-up and was kind enough to demonstrate how to play. For the uninitiated, that's the game where you follow the arrows on the screen and try to match them with your feet on a labeled pad. Or as Amy, after several glasses of wine observed, "Oh, it's almost like Bang... the... um, Chipmunk... Down!"
Whack-a-Mole/Bang the Chipmunk Down -- same difference.
I started feeling a bit woozy a little while ago so I retired to the couch with my bestest friend ever -- HBO In Demand. Thanks to this wonderful service, I've been able to park myself on my couch for hours at a time and get caught up on the HBO shows I love. Today, I learned a bit more about gritty prison life via Season 4 of the disturbing but oh-so-addictive drama, Oz. Thanks to this program, I can now bandy about terms like The Hole, shank, hacks, gen pop, etc. with surprising believability and assurance. It's all very informative and potentially handy should I ever get thrown into the clink.
On Tuesday night, I had a wonderful time hanging out and playing games with some good friends -- Jon, Kris and Amy among them. Honestly, I'm not really one for playing games that require me to get up off my ass to act things out, sing or do anything more strenuous than rolling the dice. Usually, the most animated I ever get is when I have the car make "vroom vroom" and peeling-out noises as it drives around the Monopoly board.
But, wonder of all wonders, I was actually a joiner this time around and had a kick-ass time playing Scattergories, Encore and some game whose name I don't remember. All I know is that you're handed a beeping device with a word on it and you have to describe that word to your team. It's like Password and Hot Potato all rolled into one. And it's VERY stressful! It dredged up feelings of playing Musical Chairs at birthday parties way back when -- the adrenalin-fueled panic, the hysteria, the utter lack of concern for others in your path as you were allowed briefly to bump, jostle and step on toes if need be. And then, ultimately, the embarrassment when the best you could manage was like one butt cheek on the corner of a chair when the music stopped. So yeah, it was kinda like that when the timer ran out on you in this game.
I really liked Scattergories but I still have a few things to learn apparently. Like in one round, the assigned letter was "F" and the topic was "A four-letter word." I naturally assumed it meant something profane. Now, if you're familiar with the game, you try to pick a word that you think your opponents won't have. Keeping this in mind, I decided to skip over the obvious 4-letter word starting with "F" and opted instead for "fart." Yes, it's more crude than profane but I didn't think anyone would challenge me. Imagine my surprise during the reveal when my opponents said words like "fish" and "file." Oh. It actually called for just your basic four-letter word as opposed to a four-letter word. I felt a bit sheepish at first but it turns out that the multi-talented Kris applied the very same "logic" and arrived at the word "fart" as well. There's a reason Kris and I are friends.
Another guest, Tim, brought his own Dance Dance Revolution set-up and was kind enough to demonstrate how to play. For the uninitiated, that's the game where you follow the arrows on the screen and try to match them with your feet on a labeled pad. Or as Amy, after several glasses of wine observed, "Oh, it's almost like Bang... the... um, Chipmunk... Down!"
Whack-a-Mole/Bang the Chipmunk Down -- same difference.
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