Thirty Day Challenge: Day Eighteen

Favorite Board Game

Hmmmm. We haven’t played many board games of late here at Casa Jaquandor; this is something that needs rectified. We still have never played the RISK or Settlers of Catan games that I bought almost a year ago; we gotta dust those off. RISK is lots of fun.

You know what, though? My favorite board game of the “Parker Bros” or “Milton Bradley” variety is probably Sorry. I used to play Sorry all the time with my grandmother when I was a kid and she was in town to visit, and The Daughter and I have often had a great time playing it.

Sorry, for those who haven’t played it, is a “Move your piece from Point A to Point B before your opponent does” type of game. What’s different is that you don’t have one piece but four, so you have to manage your resources a bit. Gameplay is determined not by dice but by drawing from a deck of cards; each card tells you what to do. The name of the game comes from its “revenge” factor: since the object is to move your pieces from your “Start” space all the way around the board to your “Home” space, it stinks when something happens to send one of your pieces all the way back to Start. This happens when one of your opponent’s pieces lands on the same space as yours, or when your opponent draws the dreaded “SORRY!” card from the deck.

It’s a surprisingly strategic game; you have to make decisions as you go — do you take advantage of an opportunity to knock one of your opponent’s pieces back to Start, possibly buying time or just getting even for when they did it to you, or do you advance your own toward Home? The game’s system of play is also loaded with little quirks — you can only move a piece out of Start on a draw of 1 or 2; if you get a 2 you get to draw again; all cards marked 4 make you move backward 4, so if you’re lucky enough to start a piece from Start on a 2 and then draw a Backward-4 on your bonus draw, your piece basically circumvents the entire navigation of the board except for eight measly spaces. A 7 card is unique in that you’re allowed to split the move between two pieces. There are no 6s or 9s. A 10 card either lets you move 10, or backward 1. An 11 either lets you move 11 spaces, or switch places with one of your player’s pieces. And a 12 is a whopper of a card that allows you to chew up large amounts of the path around the board.

What I always found really cool about Sorry was that whenever I played The Daughter, the game was always close. There were games when she would literally have two pieces all the way around the board and Home before I even had two pieces out of Start, and yet by the end, when the game came to an end, with the winner placing all four pieces into the “Home” space, the loser would have three pieces Home and one very close. I never once played a Sorry blow-out.

So that’s Sorry. Time was when The Daughter and I played a lot more board games than we do now; we should probably revisit those days. Before Sorry we had Chutes and Ladders, and before that, of course, there was Candyland, which was maddening in the fact that once the deck is shuffled and gameplay begins, there is literally zero factor of chance in the game; the course of the game is already determined by the order of the cards and all you’re doing is unmasking them, one by one, until you learn who wins. (Unless, of course, the initial shuffle results in a scenario whereby the entire deck is drawn before someone has won. Then you shuffle again. But as far as chance goes in Candyland, that’s it.)

Let’s see, what other board games do I like? Othello is fun. So is Tri-ominoes. Monopoly is literally only fun if you have lots of people playing it, and even then, I’ve never once played a game of it to completion; every Monopoly game I’ve ever played ended when a critical mass of people said, “You know, I think I’d rather go dust the fireplace now.” As a family we used to play Trivial Pursuit a lot. I’m not sure if it counts as a board game, but my father and I used to have a good time playing Mastermind.

Ultimately, though, my real favorite board game is good old chess. Too bad I’m not very good at it.

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Something for Thursday

I’ve never been the biggest fan of Wynton Marsalis, but my favorite album of his is definitely the recording he did with the Eastman Wind Ensemble of solo pieces for cornet, light virtuoso pieces which date back to the era of concert bands touring from town to town, playing concerts in the gazebo in the park. This is the type of music the River City Boy’s Band would have played, had Professor Harold Hill actually been a music teacher instead of a swindler.

Anyway, here’s Wynton Marsalis playing a set of variations on Carnival of Venice.

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Thirty Day Challenge: Day Seventeen


Westgate Theater, originally uploaded by figan.

A Childhood Picture

Errrr…I don’t have any of my own. Honestly. All of my childhood photos are at my parents’ house, up to and including my high school yearbooks. Part of this is undoubtedly due to the fact that in my family I’m legendary for taking horrible photos when I was a kid, and then later on, when I figured out how to not take horrible photos, I still thought I looked like a doofus.

So, here’s the best I can do. This is the apparent demolition of the Westgate Theater in Beaverton, Oregon. What’s special about this theater? Why, that’s where I first saw Star Wars, at the tender age of 5. I also saw The Empire Strikes Back there. Alas, we had already lived in Western New York for two years when Return of the Jedi came out.

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IDOLization

This week’s ramblings on American Idol, as first posted to Facebook and then here:

:: I think it would be neat to see an episode of CSI: Miami where absolutely nothing happens in slow motion, where Horatio Caine makes eye contact with people when he’s talking to them, and where Calleigh doesn’t walk around with her blouse unbuttoned down to…well, let’s not get crazy, here. First two are fine.

(Oh, sorry, that has nothing to do with IDOL. But I liked it after I said it, so here it is.)

:: Shania Twain night on Idol. Hmmmm…they really should have done Country Night earlier in the competition, since country night usually yields some pretty good performances. Might’ve helped some lackluster contestants out. Giddy-up!

(Usually “Country Night” happens when there are nine or ten contestants left, which is usually good because every year some of the contestants come from a much more country background than pop, and Country Night usually buys a contestant or two a few extra weeks. It’s usually not devoted to a single country artist’s songbook, either.)

:: Lee: He’s singing a lot of notes outright flat. I still hate his voice. Will Randy tell him he was “pitchy”, which he is? And now Lee’s embracing his inner Siobhan, doing lots of shouting and man-screeching. Didn’t like it.

And then:: Randy said he was a “little pitchy” at the beginning. He was pitchy all the way through it. Lee is this year’s David Archuleta — he can sing like crap and then get told he’s doing no wrong at all.

At this point, my personal deck is so stacked against Lee that I’m probably unfair to the guy, but this is all about opinions, and I just don’t like him one bit. And this week he was singing notes flat all the way through his song, and still, everyone praised him. Talk about a guy who makes every song sound the same…I think my David Archuleta comparison is pretty apt. The judges were all but ready to hand Archuleta the title the year he was on, even though all he did was one ballad after another. Lee’s cut from the same cloth. Lee also decided this week that since nobody’s ever going to tell Siobhan to stop screeching her high notes, he should go ahead and scream and screech his, too. His “big notes” sounded awful and unpleasant.

:: Mike: OK, I suppose. Didn’t hate it (like I did Lee’s), but it didn’t blow me away. Ellen compares him to Luther Vandross, when blogger Ken Levine said two weeks ago that Mike makes EVERY song sound like a Luther Vandross song.

An hour later, I have little memory of what Mike did. It made no impression at all, other than it didn’t outright suck.

:: Casey: This is better than last week. And he’s better than Mike and Lee thus far. He’s got an actual country voice and he’s making it sound like a country song (I’m looking at you, Mike), and his high notes sound SUNG instead of SCREAMED (I’m looking at you, Lee).

Casey is officially my second favorite contestant of the remaining six.

:: Crystal: She Who Can Do No Wrong. She sounds SO authentic, no matter what she sings. She is Teh Awesome.

Loved her. I don’t know the song she did, but she did a country version of the song that actually sounded like Country, and not Annoying Rockabilly, either.

:: Simon Cowell’s contribution to the odd round of criticism aimed at Crystal might as well have started out with, “Pahdon me while I place my own head up my own arse.”

Simon babbled a bit about how she sounded like a singer in a coffee shop band. Why that’s bad, I don’t know — Simon’s apparent belief that the only musicians worth a damn in this world are the ones selling multi-platinum records gets irritating from time to time.

:: Aaron: Teenager Sings Makes Ballad Sound Like Every Other Ballad! Video at 11:00!!! Seriously, this is just dull, dull, dull, dull, dull. This kid is a personality vacuum.

Again, in one ear and out the other. He sang this like a straight ballad, and it was boring as hell. But then the judges started to gush! Randy told him, “You’re our country performer!”, completely ignoring the fact that the performance had zero characteristics that made it sound country at all.

:: Siobhan: God Almighty, I am SO SICK OF HER SCREAM. I almost hate her for it. That was ninety percent of a really good performance, and then she F***ING RUINS it with that damned scream. She’s like a little kid who learns a trick and won’t stop doing it and shouting “HEY MOMMY WATCH ME DO THIS!!!!”.

(I dread watching her take the stage now. No matter what she does, she’s going to get that scream in there. It’s the most annoying thing I’ve ever seen in an IDOL contestant. She did an up-tempo song and was doing it fairly well; I was actually enjoying it, but I knew what was coming, and sure enough, at the end, there it was: THE SCREAM THAT ATE PITTSBURGH.

When I was in high school, there was a kid a few years younger than me who was also a trumpet player in the band. By “trumpet player”, I am being generous — he was a lousy player, actually. His technique was piss-poor. But he had a parlor trick of his that for a few years had the band director convinced that he was some kind of hidden talent: through some freakish arrangement of the muscles of his lips, he could produce staggeringly high notes on the trumpet. For young trumpet players, high notes tend to be the Holy Grail; ask any young trumpet player who’s at all serious about the instrument what he or she feels is lacking in their skills, and they’ll almost always say “Range”. But this kid could produce extremely high notes with no apparent effort. He also had no control over those high notes, though; stick a trumpet in his hand and tell him to play a high note, he’d squeal one right out for you. Stick a piece of music on his stand and tell him that at this measure on this beat he needed to produce a High D, well, he was sunk.

That’s what Siobhan reminds me of. Her scream is a parlor trick, nothing more. Not only does it add nothing to her performances, it almost always detracts from it, because you know it’s coming, hell or high water, whether the song calls for it or not. At least this week, when Simon told her that the scream was unpleasant, she didn’t look all pouty — maybe because the other three judges were there to shower her with their own drool.)

:: Wrapping up: Crystal and Casey. Then Mike and maybe Siobhan (until that last note). Lee and Aaron can go away any time now. I have no use for either one of them.

So who actually goes home? I’m honestly expecting Crystal to depart very soon, maybe even this week. A Siobhan-Lee finale would tax my commitment to the show….)

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Ohhhh, the guilt!

I’m stealing this from Mainland Streel:

The rules of the game:

RULE 1- You can only say Guilty or Innocent.
RULE 2- You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!
RULE 3- Copy and paste this into your notes or blog, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag to your friends to answer this.

The Questions:

1. Asked someone to marry you? Innocent
2. Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Innocent
3. Danced on a table in a bar? Innocent
4. Ever told a lie? Guilty
5. Had feelings for someone whose feelings you can’t have back? Guilty
6. Kissed a picture?
7. Slept in until 5 PM? Innocent
8. Fallen asleep at work/school? Guilty
9. Held a snake? Innocent
10. Been suspended from school? Innocent
11. Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent
12. Stolen from a store? Innocent
13. Been fired from a job? Guilty
14. Done something you regret? Guilty
15. Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty
16. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Guilty
17. Kissed in the rain? Innocent
18. Sat on a roof top? Guilty
19. Kissed someone you shouldn’t? Innocent
20. Sang in the shower? Guilty
21. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Innocent
22. Shaved your head? Innocent
23. Had a boxing membership? Innocent
24. Made a boyfriend/Girlfriend cry? Guilty
25. Been in a band? Innocent
26. Shot a gun? Innocent
27. Donated Blood? Guilty
28. Eaten alligator meat? Innocent
29. Eaten cheesecake? Guilty
30. Still love someone you shouldn’t? Innocent
31. Have/had a tattoo? Innocent
32. Liked someone, but will never tell who? Guilty
33. Been too honest? Guilty
34. Ruined a surprise? Guilty
35. Ate in a restaurant and got so bloated that you couldn’t walk afterward? Innocent
36. Erased someone in your friends list? Innocent
37. Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Innocent
38. Joined a pageant? Innocent
39. Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who really meant what they said? Guilty
40. Had communication with your ex? Guilty
41. Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent
42. Got so angry that you cried? Guilty

Wow, am I ever an adventurous lad….

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Thirty Day Challenge: Day Fifteen

Current Grades

Ummmm…yeah. This one does not compute. I’m long past things like “grades”. Isn’t it funny, though, how unimportant grades can seem once you’re far enough removed from school? That awful grade I got one period in Ninth Grade English sure doesn’t seem nearly as important now as the teacher tried to make it seem back then. (And besides, I am still convinced is because she lost a paper I handed in, and in any event, she didn’t even mention that she “hadn’t received my paper” until well after the final grade for that period was submitted — that’s when that particular teacher earned her spot on my Eternal Teacher Shit List.)

If I’d had better grades, would I have a “better” life right now? Maybe, but maybe not. Maybe with better grades I get into a “better” college, or maybe I get to go to grad school on a fellowship (I was accepted to a number of grad schools, but none offered assistance, and I was not terribly interested in accruing massive amounts of debt for a Ph.D. in philosophy, so I decided not to walk through that door). But then, maybe I don’t meet The Future Wife. Maybe I don’t decide that I like writing a lot. Maybe I don’t learn to work with my hands when I’m in my 30s and have never worked with my hands before. Maybe I have a job where I’m working 60 hours a week and thus don’t learn to cook. Maybe I don’t read Guy Gavriel Kay, Stephen King, Christopher Moore; maybe I don’t rediscover Shakespeare and Tennyson.

With better grades, maybe I’m just another person who saw college as “job training” and who demonstrated contempt and disinterest for anything I didn’t think I’d need to know about “in real life”. And anyway, it’s not like I was a crap student, either; I was in the top 15 in my graduating class in high school and graduated college cum laude. I just didn’t buy into enough of the BS to push harder, and I can’t say that I regret any of that.

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Sentential Links #203

Time for linkage! I like links. Links rule.

This week I’m doing something I haven’t done in quite a while: all of these links are to blogs listed on the blogroll at another blog, in this case, Cal’s Canadian Cave of Coolness. Here we go!

:: The waves were crashing on white clouds of sand. Crystal blue water tickling my feet in a choreographed dance of waves.

:: I’ve never had a Big Mac. (Well, let me spoil the surprise for you: they suck.)

:: The thing is, I am a part-time hippie. (I like this blog a lot.)

:: I don’t like that to some people, “my paycheck is bigger than yours” means “I’m better than you.” But that’s just the way it is, I guess. It’s too bad.

:: During college I took a music appreciation class. I am the furthest thing from a musician, but it was informative and I really enjoyed it. One of the more memorable pieces we studied was Berlioz’ Symphony Fantastique. There is a part in the piece which depicts a witch and a beheading. (Don’t forget that the symphony also depicts the visions of an artist after he takes too much opium!)

:: The strange thing is, in the midst of all that discussion, somehow a group of people who have trouble agreeing on anything time and time again keep coming to the same conclusions about which titles should be considered the artistic triumphs of the medium. And the funny thing is, they aren’t all blockbuster games that everyone has played, and yet they keep coming up. So, in repeatedly coming out against games as an art form, he is causing those that do believe they are to become more vocal about their beliefs and in some small way, helping the community and a canon to develop.

:: I could definitely get into a “crazy dude living under the water” take on Aquaman, especially as drawn by Beaton. She certainly has a way with DC superheroes.

:: They say the clothes make the man, and that you should always think about what your appearance says about you. As of late, mine’s been screaming “Bitch, you’re lucky I’m even awake right now. And yeah, that’s residual donut glaze on my unshaven chin — WHAT OF IT?”

:: Since 1989, most of the world (except Ontario and Newark) have made midget tossing illegal. Though 3 years before that was quite a different story. It was the height of the sport.

:: I think I have just created a singularity of nerdiness. Pokemon + lolcats + cross stitch pillow = I am a huge geek. And I think I like it. (I’ve already read this one for a few weeks.)

:: Tonight I had a doctor appointment where I regressed to third grade behavior, which some of you may find incredibly disturbing. If you can’t handle it, exit now. You have been warned.

:: Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back by Frank Miller, John Byrne, Terry Austin, Walt Simonson, Michael Golden, Fred Hembeck, Marie Severin, Marshall Rogers, Joe Jusko, and Bob Layton. Wow! How cool is that?!?!? (Wow! I remember these, actually. In fact, in the garage or basement of my parents’ house, I still have these!)

OK, that’s it for this week. And I only scratched the surface; Cal’s got a long blogroll and I looked at well under half of them. Some great stuff there!

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Thirty Day Challenge: Day Fourteen

Favorite Purchase Ever Made

Welllll…heck, I don’t know.

The laptop on which I’m writing this? It’s been two and a half years, and it’s still going strong. The first pair of overalls, which I bought the summer after high school? They’ve long-since gone to Goodwill. The first car I bought? I loved that car, until it threw a rod on the 90 right by the Big Blue Watertower. (That’s an actual Buffalo-Niagara landmark, believe it or not — the junction of I-90 and I-290, the major thruway into the northern suburbs, is the location for this enormous, bright blue water tower.) The Wife’s engagement ring? That’s gotta be right up there. Any of The Wife’s porcelain dolls? Hmmmm, that reminds me, I haven’t bought one of those for her in a very long time.

And I sure do love all of my books.

And my tools, although most of those were purchased with money provided by The Store.

And this blog, which I bought with time.

I’ve got a lot of stuff!

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