Running Away

October 28, 2008 at 1:11 pm (Horror, Sports)

I meant to do this last year, and forgot. And now, with that most exciting of holidays around the corner, I’m reminded of it, and (of course) can no longer find it online. Apparently, National Geographic Adventure only keeps the last 6-ish issues in its public online archive. Sigh. Read the rest of this entry »

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Intercontinental Ballistic Missile, anyone?

November 23, 2007 at 9:16 pm (Humor, Sports, Travel)

A month or so back, Penny Arcade linked to an old US military Titan missile base that was being sold.  I, of course, was immediately interested, not JUST because it still has the three missile silos intact, but ALSO because the bulk of the complex consists of a series of massive underground hangers and buildings.  I immediately began thinking about hosting Ren Faires and fantasy LARPers there, since what nerd would turn down a chance to hang out in a mothballed missile base?  It’s like the news that NORAD was being turned over to the National Park Service.  Camping in a cold war stronghold, anyone?

George, however, one-upped me.  He suggested turning one or more of the old silos into an underground climbing wall.  Then, we’d turn most of the underground hangers into hotel space, and make the whole thing a luxury outdoors/action sport resort.  People would be able to get their “game” on either above or below ground, and relax after a hard day of climbing or biking or whatever in the massage parlor, or the 5-star restaurant, or perhaps in the underground swimming pool.  So, if anyone has 1.5 million dollars that they want to use to fund this project, just get in touch with me…

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6:51.7

June 28, 2007 at 9:27 am (General, Sports)

You see that number, that number in the title? That number is the number of how awesome I am. And, just in case it isn’t absolutely pellucid, that’s pretty awesome.

Yes, dear readers, that is the length of time that it took me to run one mile today. Six minutes, fifty-one seconds and seven-tenths of a second. Four painful, brutal laps around the track, eight points where I considered quitting early, sixteen whole spots where I told myself that I was quitting this foolish quest for lost youth today whether I beat seven minutes or not. But I did not quit, and I have therefore reached the second of the two goals that I set for myself before turning 30. Read the rest of this entry »

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Getting Old, Fast

June 13, 2007 at 10:56 am (Family, General, Sports, Writing)

My 30th birthday is right around the corner. In fact, it’s two months from tomorrow. And it scares me.

Now, all of my older family and friends are going to laugh when they read that, even though they went through it, too, when it was their turn. After all, isn’t forgetfulness one of the true benefits of experience? Or is that one of the benefits of old age? Which is rapidly closing in on me? Ah, well, they say the memory is the first thing to go… Read the rest of this entry »

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Urban Ninja

March 20, 2007 at 8:34 pm (Humor, Movies, Sports)

I like ninjas. I like gymnastics. I like watching apparently impossible athletic feats performed and made to look easy. Ergo, my head nearly exploded when I saw this video. Now, if only I’d gotten into gymnastics when I was five years old, I could be cool, too…

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Day-tripping

February 25, 2007 at 1:35 pm (Family, Sports, Travel)

Alas, the snowboarding season is almost over. Not that this would have particularly upset me last week, mind you, since (since the day Heather guilt-tripped me into starting snowboarding two years ago) I haven’t really enjoyed snowboarding. In fact, if you want a full confession (and what are blogs for, if not total and abject honesty where anyone, including one’s wife and life partner, from whom one has been withholding this information for the last two years, can see it), I’ve loathed snowboarding. It combines everything I dislike about scuba diving (namely, the large quantities of expensive equipment and the inordinate amount of time to get equipped and, at the end, unequipped) which the ability to absolutely terrify me in a way that even being underwater doesn’t and can’t. I mean, okay, I have nightmares about giant squids, but I don’t really expect them to come attack me while I dive. But when I’m standing up there, at the top of that snowboarding run, looking down, I absolutely expect that that particular run will be my last, that that is the one where I’ll fall and break my neck, or impale myself on a skier, or whatever other horrifying way to die pops into my head. And I have to force myself out onto the slope, and when I finally reach the bottom and safety, I then have to hop back onto the lift and do it again, all to keep my wife happy. So, when the rain “storm” we got last Thursday afternoon deposited 8 inches of fresh powder at Big Bear and Heather asked me to take Friday off of work/school to go snowboarding with her, I was… less than enthusiastic. Read the rest of this entry »

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