Not just any kind of sauce. Video game sauce. I’m in so much trouble that right after I post this I’ll probably delve into the depths once more.
My name is Felix, and I’m a turn-based game a holic.
felixnation :: Jan.16.2007 :: Hermit Cave :: 1 Comment »
We were watching the Bears game today vs. the Seahawks when I decided to stop watching, write this post, and then re-read Ender’s Game instead. Why? Because to me, the game seemed like a fun game to watch. Both teams were up and scoring, both teams were making mistakes, both teams were demonstrating some of their best features. But our home team wasn’t dominating.
My wife doesn’t like that.
felixnation :: Jan.14.2007 :: Hermit Cave, wife :: No Comments »
Reverse psychology doesn’t work.
I shall now resort to empty threats and hair pulling.
felixnation :: Jan.14.2007 :: Mad Schemes :: No Comments »
We haven’t had snow in Chicago for quite a while.
Let me rephrase that.
We haven’t had snow on the ground that I’ve had to shovel in quite a while.
felixnation :: Jan.13.2007 :: Mad Schemes :: No Comments »
How many times can you watch the same movie? When the commentary’s interesting and you have some miniatures to paint and you’re suddenly not sick the correct answer in the case of Rounders is three.
Because that’s me. Not sick. Awake early AM. Painting some miniatures. Listening to Rounders for the second and third time only the second time is with the writers, director and Edward Norton talking about what it’s like to learn how to play poker, and the third time is listening to professional poker players commenting on the game.
felixnation :: Jan.13.2007 :: Hermit Cave :: No Comments »
So D– and C– were telling rabbit stories at work today. In the course of telling us all the cute stories about how their children cared for dying rabbits they taught me an interesting factoid about the little cottontails.
The mother’s hide their young in nests.
felixnation :: Jan.11.2007 :: Conversations, Mad Schemes, The Coal Mine, coworkers :: No Comments »
My nose is red and bright from the tissue. I’m tired, physically tired, from the job, from the travel, from the yelling and screaming and talking and cajoling, from the teaching, from the grading, from the reading, and marking attendance, from the day.
And she tells me what to do.
“Sleep,” she says.
felixnation :: Jan.08.2007 :: Conversations, Hermit Cave, wife :: No Comments »
My wife made me sleep for 4 hours on a Sunday afternoon, even though she knows I slept for a nice 7 hours the night before. See saw the exhaustion in my eyes and heard me speak and complain and so she knows:
My vacation is almost over.
felixnation :: Jan.07.2007 :: Hermit Cave, The Coal Mine, students, wife :: 1 Comment »
I told myself I wouldn’t include students, but this was just too creepy-funny not to write.
If you never read Faulkner’s short story “A Rose for Emily,” stop reading now if you don’t care for spoilers. I’m not going to baby you with extra white space or font that matches the background to hide the spoiler, but just know it’s one of “those” stories you read for literature type classes and so knowing the ending might spoil your fun but the story makes a lot more sense when you go into it knowing how it all turns out. This entry is about a moment of personal discomfort so you should just keep reading anyway.
Ready?
felixnation :: Jan.06.2007 :: The Coal Mine, students :: No Comments »
I didn’t know that a phone call to the West coast could be so dangerous.
It’s my friend’s birthday tomorrow. We hadn’t talked in years, so I picked up the phone and called her. From our end, my wife told me that I sounded like our very first date– I wouldn’t stop talking.
felixnation :: Jan.04.2007 :: Conversations, Mad Schemes, Odysseys, friends :: No Comments »