Archive for September, 2009
lightsaber
Sometimes I think “What I’d give to have a real life lightsaber in my hands right now.” Although I do have a pair of force FX lightsabers which, if I were to feel a geeky need to, I suppose I could wield. I’m actually talking about how cool it would be to own a real lightsabre: Oh no, I can’t be arsed to walk around the long way, I’ll just cut myself a new door in this wall. What’s your pointless and retarded problem you are having with your computer Mr Work Colleague – opps – I seem to have beheaded you. Bollocks, that door is locked – pwhoosh, Vvvurv, phwwwish - ’access granted’.
One Love
It’s amazing how frisbee can bring people together, my example is an American chap who contacted the club last week because he’s in the area on business.
Usually when one is on business in a city far away from home the only entertainment you have is either using the hotel’s gym or the selection of movies you can choose from the pay-per-view on your hotel’s TV network. Instead of settling down for the evening watching pay-per-view crap what this chap did was to search for ultimate in the area on google and come play ultimate.
What this means is that for one night of his week where he would have been bored out of his skull stuck in a backward city (to be fair – there is very little to do in our city for tourists or visitors to do apart from eat Indian food) he got to be among friends. Even though he had never met any of us before it’s easy to fit right in. I think this is because of the bond shared amongst the tight knit of Ultimate players, a sport not even known to most people and those that have heard of it choose to dismiss it as a valid sport. So the few people who are in the know about the sport have a mutual respect for anyone else who is involved with the game.
Ultimate Come Back Part XVII
Not sure how many times I have stated this: Tonight I’m making my Ultimate Frisbee come back after a few weeks out and a few years of general slacking.
I’m fed up of getting stitch because I’ve had to walk up the stairs, feeling slightly lightheaded because I’ve had to stand up after watching TV, getting cramp in my legs from sitting down too long in the office and out of breath after having sex. Nope, this is it, fitness time, when I get up in the mornings I’m going to consider doing push-ups/sit-ups – that kind of crazy shit, eat more fruit etc.
It’s a little bit of a shame that playing Ultimate isn’t a complete work-out as it is mostly leg work and slight upper body. At least playing ultimate is competitive, social, interesting and enjoyable unlike going to the gym. …although now I mention the words social and Ultimate in the same sentence, Red organised a social of pizza/bowling/drinking in town for partners and team members. This was mostly a shambles because out of the 20 people that claimed to be meeting at Pizza Hut at three o’clock, only one person turned up (20 minutes late) and another chap (from one of the student teams) turned up a hour and a half late. It wouldn’t have been so bad but we were patiently waiting until four o’clock incase people were still planning to meet at four o’clock as stated in the unrevised email that was initially distributed. So if any of the team read this – you’re all a bloody let down!
Ok, so here’s to getting half decent at playing Ultimate Frisbee whilst getting fit at the same time.
Tyranasarous Rex and Cat Duck
Tyrannosaurus Rex and Cat Duck were the last two to hatch, I have no doubts they will be the favourites from this batch of ducks because everyone likes the smallest baby pets the most. They have been kept company by a Pilchard (Bob the Builder) soft toy who lives in their cage with them, hopefully they won’t think that this is their mummy, I can’t imagine Paula would be happy with the ducklings likening a natural predator to their mother.
FYI, Tyranasarous Rex hatched first and about two days later Cat Duck was born, Paula suggested naming her duck after Little Miss because she’s so far resisited eating any of them but a day later I suggested naming it Tyler after the cat that got ran over. …Because of this confusion I’m going to call it Cat Duck to save arguments.
Anyway, see below for the latest batch of photos.
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He works full time in IT and spends his evenings feeding the farm that is his home has become. Mark loves playing Ultimate every now and again, toying with his camera and has just started scuba diving.
