In pursuit of masks

Instead of being good and sticking to my running schedule, a 40 minute run every other day, I had to skip running on a treadmill tonight. It wasn’t exactly for lack of motivation but the two beers after work did squash the little motivation voice in my head. Still, more pressing things had to get done.

Staci and I spent a good hour and a half running around Sterling looking for a soccer ball mask to wear to a Halloween party this Saturday. We went to six different stores and were lucky to grab the last two at Walmart. We had to psuedo-dumpster dive through boxes and shopping carts filled with cheap masks and costumes.

We’re still debating wether we’ll take them to the DC United playoff game before the party. I think we can put them on at the start of the game and if/when DC scores. Unfortunately, the game won’t be televised locally so the chance of a fleeting minute of camera time is miniscule.

We’ll get pictures of us in our masks and I already have an idea for a picture or two to use permanently on this site.

Que hora es? Dios mio!

I’m not sure what I’m still doing up at this hour. I got hit by one of those coding frenzies wherre I just got on a roll for some web stats stuff at work and coudlnt’ stop myself. Next thing I know, I’m learning jpgraph and its 3am in the morning. Haven’t pulled one of these in a long time. Maybe I should have spent thsi time building a hurricane bunker instead. 🙂 Good night

Don’t I know you?

I had quite a surprising encounter while walking to lunch today. As we were crossing the street near the post office I made eye contact with a woman crossing towards us. We both looked at each other realizing that we knew each other and just waiting for our brain’s to process the information. I somewhat hesitantly ventured a "Hello, Mrs. Kulesher. I was in your journalism classes back at TJ." She asked me my name but I’m not sure she really placed me, of course given the number of kids she’s known over the years its expected. Having acknowledged that we knew each other we went on with our day

Back in high school, journalism was one of those electives you took because it wasn’t too demanding. However, here I am ten years later still using things I learned during class or in between NetTrek games when we’d write stories. It made me a slightly better writer by teaching me to:

  • …write leads to stories
  • …critique headlines.
  • …structure writing to put the more important stuff near the beginning.

Case of the Mondays

Coming back from a vacation is always difficult. I feel your pain, Jason.

"I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed… or buy anything sold or processed… or process anything sold, bought or processed… or repair anything sold, bought or processed. You know, as a career, I don’t want to do that." — Lloyd Dobler

The Anonymity of Fame

Interesting article on the Washington Times about the popularity of sports message boards in which Sachin Shah mentions how we ended up being roomates at the beginning of this year.

"Basically, a lot of us over the years have gotten to know each other on BigSoccer," Shah said. "I know of at least two couples who have gotten together because of BigSoccer. I’ve been on a date with somebody I met on there. I’ve made lots of friends."
Shah isn’t kidding: When he moved back to the D.C. area from Lynchburg, Va., early this year, he posted a housing-wanted note on the United board.
"In 20 minutes, I had a place lined up, rooming with a guy I had met at a World Cup party last year," Shah said. "He had heard about the party on BigSoccer."