...help?!
What did you do now, E?
Jon Quixote was There!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Sunday, December 21, 2008
There is No Sp--Woah What's That?!
Chaz' brilliance continues to astound and bewilder.
Jon Quixote was There!
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Frostbite. No, wait! Hypothermia!
Elaur needed an opponent for Thereywood Squares and figured that I'd be a good choice. Little did she know that I'm a world-renowned expert tic-tac-toe player with more than fifty international championships beneath my belt!
It's true.
So, after a brief overview (or two) of the rules from Francis (or three), we were on to the first round. It was neck and neck for a moment, but then Elaur was faced with a most curious question. Given that she's from Cleveland, it seemed obvious that she would know what Washington D.C.'s lowest temperature on record was.
Round two shortly followed with questions just as gripping as the first, and certainly no shortage of trivia about Washington D.C.! Robert almost tricked me into agreeing with him about its record precipitation, but I just got this sketchy vibe from him. I couldn't quite place my finger on it though:
"Now, you should believe me because I know what I'm talking about. In fact, I've lived in Washington D.C. most of my life so you really should believe me. And I'm being perfectly honest when I say that I know everything there is to know about Washington D.C. and so I really think you should take me at my word when I say that..."
And so it seemed our game was coming rapidly to a close, but I just couldn't have that. Nono, I was dragged into this game kicking and screaming so I was going to see it through! I gave one of my victories to Elaur behind Francis' back and we promptly proceeded to sudden death overtime.
So there we were, two O's and no X's on the board. Victory was within my grasp. My question was "What is the cause of the most accidents in the winter?" Chagall's answer was ZMW's. I looked at Elaur, biting her nails; she knew it was over. I glanced at the board, gripping my seat with sweaty palms; this was it. I agreed with Chagall.
Somewhere in the hysteria that ensued, we wound up in a tie. There was some difference of opinion as to whether or not there_testers got frostbite running around Frosty in their skivvies, or maybe it was Onus who thought Francis was suffering from hypothermia--you know, I don't really recall what the confusion was all about to be honest. Either way, Elaur and I somehow both won the grand and runner up prizes. We celebrated our new wheels over a pizza.
It's true.
So, after a brief overview (or two) of the rules from Francis (or three), we were on to the first round. It was neck and neck for a moment, but then Elaur was faced with a most curious question. Given that she's from Cleveland, it seemed obvious that she would know what Washington D.C.'s lowest temperature on record was.
Round two shortly followed with questions just as gripping as the first, and certainly no shortage of trivia about Washington D.C.! Robert almost tricked me into agreeing with him about its record precipitation, but I just got this sketchy vibe from him. I couldn't quite place my finger on it though:
"Now, you should believe me because I know what I'm talking about. In fact, I've lived in Washington D.C. most of my life so you really should believe me. And I'm being perfectly honest when I say that I know everything there is to know about Washington D.C. and so I really think you should take me at my word when I say that..."
And so it seemed our game was coming rapidly to a close, but I just couldn't have that. Nono, I was dragged into this game kicking and screaming so I was going to see it through! I gave one of my victories to Elaur behind Francis' back and we promptly proceeded to sudden death overtime.
So there we were, two O's and no X's on the board. Victory was within my grasp. My question was "What is the cause of the most accidents in the winter?" Chagall's answer was ZMW's. I looked at Elaur, biting her nails; she knew it was over. I glanced at the board, gripping my seat with sweaty palms; this was it. I agreed with Chagall.
Well who knew ZMW's weren't real automobiles?!
Somewhere in the hysteria that ensued, we wound up in a tie. There was some difference of opinion as to whether or not there_testers got frostbite running around Frosty in their skivvies, or maybe it was Onus who thought Francis was suffering from hypothermia--you know, I don't really recall what the confusion was all about to be honest. Either way, Elaur and I somehow both won the grand and runner up prizes. We celebrated our new wheels over a pizza.
Jon Quixote was There!
Friday, November 21, 2008
Godzilla!
Before the open house of the new Welcome Walkway ends, I think a self-guided tour of the new docks is in order. Grab your cameras and fanny packs but, please, don't feed the wildlife.
When a newbie or, in this case, a hapless tourist lands at this isolated dock, they are greeted by a nifty little tutorial which is intended to guide the poor brainless sod through his or her paces, imparting various bits of wisdom along the way. I couldn't help but notice, however, the lack of any signage carrying the cautionary wisdom: "NO BEGGING!!". I've heard they're still refining the docks, though, so perhaps it will be included in a future revision.
They really pulled out all the stops for our precious newbies on the new dock. Even the captain of the nearby luxury cruise ship, the S.S. Skippy, is on call waiting to greet every new potential griefer!
Appropriately themed spas have also been conveniently located a mere stone's throw from where we landed. These spas were undoubtedly placed here to allow newbies to make the much-needed trimmings to their eyebrows, among various other bodily enhancements which, I'm sure, accurately reflect the physique of their operators out in the Real.
The spas also provide a nice comfy couch for our newbie friends to explore the curious magnetics which infallibly attract the lips of two avies-in-orange when they are seated in close proximity to one another. I sure wish they'd do something about that penetratingly loud noise though.
The dock is also home to a couple of stylized private boats which successfully kidnap Jules Verne and smoosh him beneath the bow of a yacht before inflating him with feelium and roasting him beneath the Delorean-style hoverjets freshly installed on a Southern riverboat. Gruesome, I know, but that's what happens when you feed the local wildlife when you were expressly cautioned not to do so.
The final treasure these docks have to offer is a lovely set of miniatures, adeptly sculpted to match a few of the various scenic landmarks our precious planet has to offer. And aren't they just the cutest little toys you've ever seen?
While it's still open to visitors, you can tour the Welcome Walkway here. Make with the clicking, but steer clear of the locals!
When a newbie or, in this case, a hapless tourist lands at this isolated dock, they are greeted by a nifty little tutorial which is intended to guide the poor brainless sod through his or her paces, imparting various bits of wisdom along the way. I couldn't help but notice, however, the lack of any signage carrying the cautionary wisdom: "NO BEGGING!!". I've heard they're still refining the docks, though, so perhaps it will be included in a future revision.
They really pulled out all the stops for our precious newbies on the new dock. Even the captain of the nearby luxury cruise ship, the S.S. Skippy, is on call waiting to greet every new potential griefer!
Appropriately themed spas have also been conveniently located a mere stone's throw from where we landed. These spas were undoubtedly placed here to allow newbies to make the much-needed trimmings to their eyebrows, among various other bodily enhancements which, I'm sure, accurately reflect the physique of their operators out in the Real.
The spas also provide a nice comfy couch for our newbie friends to explore the curious magnetics which infallibly attract the lips of two avies-in-orange when they are seated in close proximity to one another. I sure wish they'd do something about that penetratingly loud noise though.
The dock is also home to a couple of stylized private boats which successfully kidnap Jules Verne and smoosh him beneath the bow of a yacht before inflating him with feelium and roasting him beneath the Delorean-style hoverjets freshly installed on a Southern riverboat. Gruesome, I know, but that's what happens when you feed the local wildlife when you were expressly cautioned not to do so.
The final treasure these docks have to offer is a lovely set of miniatures, adeptly sculpted to match a few of the various scenic landmarks our precious planet has to offer. And aren't they just the cutest little toys you've ever seen?
While it's still open to visitors, you can tour the Welcome Walkway here. Make with the clicking, but steer clear of the locals!
Jon Quixote was There!
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