Category: Life

  • Friday Five

    Today I’ll take a stab at my first Friday Five. I can’t help but obey the impulse to do something cute that everyone else is doing on their site. I’m weak, but if you know me then you already knew that. Anyway, here goes:

    • What makes you homesick? – It’s weird, but “homesick” to me translates to “nostalgic for the places of my youth.” I don’t really get homesick for my current home, since I never really leave it. To answer the question, it’s usually a scent or a sight that sets it off.
    • Where is “home” for you? Is it where you are living now, or somewhere else? – Portland is my home. I’ve lived in a variety of houses and apartments in this city, but as long as I’m in the Greater Portland/Vancouver Metropolitan Area(tm) I’m home.
    • What makes it home for you? People? Things? – This city is home because I can’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else. Sure, I want to travel and visit other cities, other lands. When I’m here, though, I’m at peace.
    • Where is the furthest you’ve been from home, miles-wise? – Probably a thousand or so, on various trips around the country. I was in Indianapolis for a business meeting about a year ago. I don’t travel much, though.
    • What are your plans for this weekend? – I don’t have any. Given that it’s my birthday today, you might suppose that I have all kinds of grand plans. No such luck, really. I get paid in a week, so I’ll do all my fun stuff next weekend instead.

    Friday Five

  • I don’t even play D&D. What the hell?

    I‘ve given up and created a “Surveys” category for all the silly surveys and what-not I tend to fill out.

    Anyway, now I know what kind of D&D character I am:

    Chaotic Good Elf Bard Mage

    Alignment:
    Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.

    Race:
    Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently conccern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance.

    Primary Class:
    Bards are the entertainers. They sing, dance, and play instruments to make other people happy, and, frequently, make money. They also tend to dabble in magic a bit.

    Secondary Class:
    Mages harness the magical energies for their own use. Spells, spell books, and long hours in the library are their loves. While often not physically strong, their mental talents can make up for this.

    Deity:
    Hanali Cenanil is the Chaotic Good elven goddess of love, beauty, and art. She is also known as the Heart of Gold and Lady Goldheart. Her followers delight in creation and youth, and work to spread happiness, love, and beauty. Their preferred weapon is the dagger.

    Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy ofNeppyMan (e-mail)

  • Back in the saddle again, yet saddlesore already

    You know, being sick is no fun. I’m aware that this statement doesn’t really qualify as a stunning newsflash, but sometimes the simple truths bear repeating.

    I fell ill Wednesday afternoon, was almost useless Thursday, was totally zombied Friday, was barely mobile Saturday and once again ambulatory on Sunday.

    Which isn’t the same as saying that I’m all better, mind you. I’m still hacking up a lung every once in a while, and I’d really rather be asleep in bed right now. But I have a job to do, and by golly I want to do it. Being sick is no fun, after all.

  • Great. Caught that damned cold.

    It was only a matter of time, wasn’t it? I mean, Wendi has been sick for ages, her dad’s been hacking and snuffling and coughing; is it any wonder that I finally came down sick last night? Of course that didn’t keep me from this morning’s department-head meeting! No way sir.

    It might keep me strapped to the bed tonight and tomorrow, though. Bleah. I’m feeling more and more drained and useless as the hours toll slowly by.

    Time for some of that chicken ramen and lots of NyQuil, baby.

  • What We Did On Our Tenth Anniversary

    Friday night was our tenth wedding anniversary, so we spent it in typical style: We went out to the movies, and to dinner. On the night in question the movies were “The Count of Monte Cristo” and the IMAX film “Amazon,” and dinner was steak at Outback Steakhouse. Yum.

    Because I’m rather compulsive about these things, at least during the early stages of having a spanking-new website, I wrote up reviews for the movies. I encourage you to check them out by visiting the new Films Media Review section of the site!

    Go ahead. I’ll wait. I’m not going anywhere. Go on. Do it. Please.

  • A full decade of wedded bliss

    Ten years ago today, in a church somewhere in southeast Portland, I managed to stutter “I do” to the woman formerly known as Wendilynn Bailey in front of friends and family. Ten years later, I’m still “do”-ing.

    Over the last decade Wendi and I have spawned two of the most wonderful children ever to walk the planet, moved at least a half-dozen times, owned three vehicles (or four, if you count my Subaru), argued thousands of times, kissed and made up almost as many times as that, and generally weathered most of the things life can throw at a young couple. We’ve never been rich, we haven’t always been happy, but we’ve always been together. On brightest day, in blackest night (to borrow a phrase) our stubborn refusal to give up has seen us through to a phase in our relationship where we actually like each other all over again.

    What are we doing to celebrate, you ask? Probably just dinner and a movie. As I said, we’re not rich. Much as I’d love to do something flashy and expensive, since I lean in that direction anyway, I’ll have to settle instead for giving her the dubious gift of my continued company. Let’s hope it’s good enough for her.

    I love you, Wendi. ‘Nuff said.