james_kieliszek (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} james_kieliszek) wrote,@ 2006-07-18 14:39:00 |
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Ask me what the secret to comedy is...
Back in the ROC after 9 days in the Adirondacks. A pile of fun was had by all, as we tore Nature a new one, Robinson Crusoe-style. Early in the trip, I was part of a team that tore down a pair of beaver dams that were flooding local streams. The first one was small, and the release was less than spectacular for the amount of work invested. The second dam was much larger, and while it took a great deal more effort, destroying it was a blast. I stood in the torrent we released to work on deepening the channel through the dam, and the force of the water (and debris) rushing past was enough to turn my cargo pants into hulk shorts. A few days later, I used a DR mower to clear a thicket of trees for a telescope platform, which was surprisingly enjoyable. I wielded the DR sans work gloves for the first half an hour, and earned some wicked blisters for my shortsightedness. After grabbing a pair of very nice Husqvarna chainsaw gloves, I finished off all but the largest trees in the thicket. The DR turned whole groups of smaller trees into pulp with incredible ease; if a strand of trees was too dense to drive over, I could pop a wheelie and begin slicing through them horizontally (think Dead Alive, but with trees instead of zombies). I was also worked on creating a diving platform; Andy cut down some trees, we stripped them of limbs and bark, dragged them into position, and lashed them together. After a day of such work, some of which was admittedly dangerous, I managed to get my hand crushed between two rocks while working on the benign job of installing a dock at another camp. X-Rays yesterday came back negative, so it looks like heat packs and Ibuprofen will be enough to get me back to full use of the hand in short order. In between bouts of mild to moderate personal injury, we ate like kings, consumed beer in abundance, and generally amused the hell out of ourselves. The trip has crystallized two things for me: 1) I want a house with a hot tub, 2) I want a DS-Lite. The former will have to wait, but the latter will probably get taken care of tonight.
...Timing!
I'll be up in Jersey this weekend sunning and funning with Grahams et al, and I might pay my Grandfather a visit - he fell at his home and is doing some rehab (learning how to walk with a walker, etc).
Addendum: I feel obliged to mention that while I've never been to an air show, and as of now have no intention to attend one, when I was sitting on Potter's dock and two A-10 Warthogs came in low (and relatively slow) over the lake, passing directly overhead before crossing Brandreth Lake and banking steeply - I was awestruck. Those things are all kinds of cool.
Also, any suggestions on what DS games qualify as must-owns?
Back in the ROC after 9 days in the Adirondacks. A pile of fun was had by all, as we tore Nature a new one, Robinson Crusoe-style. Early in the trip, I was part of a team that tore down a pair of beaver dams that were flooding local streams. The first one was small, and the release was less than spectacular for the amount of work invested. The second dam was much larger, and while it took a great deal more effort, destroying it was a blast. I stood in the torrent we released to work on deepening the channel through the dam, and the force of the water (and debris) rushing past was enough to turn my cargo pants into hulk shorts. A few days later, I used a DR mower to clear a thicket of trees for a telescope platform, which was surprisingly enjoyable. I wielded the DR sans work gloves for the first half an hour, and earned some wicked blisters for my shortsightedness. After grabbing a pair of very nice Husqvarna chainsaw gloves, I finished off all but the largest trees in the thicket. The DR turned whole groups of smaller trees into pulp with incredible ease; if a strand of trees was too dense to drive over, I could pop a wheelie and begin slicing through them horizontally (think Dead Alive, but with trees instead of zombies). I was also worked on creating a diving platform; Andy cut down some trees, we stripped them of limbs and bark, dragged them into position, and lashed them together. After a day of such work, some of which was admittedly dangerous, I managed to get my hand crushed between two rocks while working on the benign job of installing a dock at another camp. X-Rays yesterday came back negative, so it looks like heat packs and Ibuprofen will be enough to get me back to full use of the hand in short order. In between bouts of mild to moderate personal injury, we ate like kings, consumed beer in abundance, and generally amused the hell out of ourselves. The trip has crystallized two things for me: 1) I want a house with a hot tub, 2) I want a DS-Lite. The former will have to wait, but the latter will probably get taken care of tonight.
...Timing!
I'll be up in Jersey this weekend sunning and funning with Grahams et al, and I might pay my Grandfather a visit - he fell at his home and is doing some rehab (learning how to walk with a walker, etc).
Addendum: I feel obliged to mention that while I've never been to an air show, and as of now have no intention to attend one, when I was sitting on Potter's dock and two A-10 Warthogs came in low (and relatively slow) over the lake, passing directly overhead before crossing Brandreth Lake and banking steeply - I was awestruck. Those things are all kinds of cool.
Also, any suggestions on what DS games qualify as must-owns?
