I’m not sure what to make of this…
Monopoly is one of those games that really brings people together. I mean, it’s tedious and ruthless and the entire point of the game is to bankrupt your friends and family.
Today Dirk learned– apparently for the first time– about the “auction” rule. If the player who lands on a property doesn’t want to buy it, the property goes up for auction to all of the remaining players. Of course that’s pretty important, but most people (including Dirk) don’t know about it.
I told him this:
Because hey, teaching moment!
To which he responded:
Apparently her family played “friendly” and without houses and hotels. So let’s just say she got destroyed, and the first time I asked for property as payment, she completely lost her mind and hated me.
We have never played again.
In general, games like this remind me of a classic Calvin and Hobbes cartoon:
I actually have a printed copy of that comic tucked inside one of our board games, and I pull it out as a reminder to the kids when we play.
The other evening we were at the King Soopers grocery store, and Zaque noticed one of those little motorized carts sitting in the parking lot. I assume it was abandoned by the senior citizen who used it to drive groceries to a car. Zaque– always looking for opportunities to serve, hah!– asked if it would be okay for him to drive it back into the store.
Here he is, parking it in the cart storage area at the store entrance.
The funny thing was how slowly that thing moved. I realize you don’t necessarily want older people tearing around the store and screeching around corners in high-powered carts, but at the speed this thing moves, it would take most of the day to shop for groceries…
It’s the time of year when I create our annual Christmas cards, and I’m suffering from serious creativity block. In past years, I would often have an idea months in advance, and it was just a matter of making it come together. This year, though, I’m coming up blank.
I had a funny idea about having us riding animals, or having Bob Ross paint a family portrait, but when I sat down to work on the concepts, it just didn’t flow. Laralee suggested a Justice League theme, since that’s the blockbuster movie that just came out (and Wonder Woman is her favorite movie of all time).
So I found a movie poster…
… and combined it with a few photos from our album for an initial concept…
Back to the drawing board.
The other day Jason asked me if I had any old computers. As a CTO, he handles all of the computer hardware for his company, and about once a year he takes all the stuff that’s outdated or broken or otherwise unused and donates it to a local elementary school. There, the kids have a day where they basically tear open all of these old computers and electronics, learning about how they work and reveling in just how cool computer guts can be.
So, yeah, I told him, I happened to have some old computers in the basement. Even after purging a bunch of decades-old stuff that was mostly broken, there were still all sorts of things: network switches, KVM’s, firewalls, print servers, CD-ROM drives, and so on.
However, all of this stuff still worked… and most of it isn’t even that old. On the other hand, it’s not stuff I’m ever going to use again. When I have a gigabit switch on my home network, why would I need a 10/100 switch? And who uses full-size CD-ROM drives these days? Why do I need four print servers when I use CUPS? Et cetera.
So, I loaded all of this stuff into the trunk and gave it to Jason. I hope the kids have a great time ripping it apart!
After fifteen years, we’d grown tired of the builder-grade Formica countertops in our kitchen. They were showing their age, cracking along the seams, and just generally in need of replacement.
We knew we wanted Corian, so we shopped around at a few places in Longmont and decided on the color and finishes. A few weeks later, the demolition guys showed up and tore out the old stuff.
The next day, a different team came in to install the molded Corian. There were some issues with our existing tile backsplash, but in the end, the new countertops look really nice.
Hopefully these will last another fifteen years (although it’s unlikely we’ll still be here then)…
While Alex was on his mission, he was encouraged to keep a journal, recording his experiences daily. Most missionaries want to do that so they can look back in later years and remember the things they did and the people they met. Well, apparently Alex stalled out roughly a year into his mission, and didn’t continue writing in his journal. Now back home, he decided it would be really cool to have all of that, so he’s catching up by looking through his appointment book.
Apparently his appointment book contains daily notes and commentary about visits he made, people he taught, and activities with his companion. He says it’ll remind him of what to write.
It’ll be interesting to see if he catches up on a year of journaling in the next month or so before he heads off to college…
In the days following Halloween, I dropped by Walmart to buy a couple of bags of cheap candy. Over the years I’ve learned that candy is a powerful motivator for teenagers in the early morning, so I incorporate it into my seminary lessons from time to time.
Today I cracked open a big bag of assorted chocolate candies: 240 pieces of Twix, Milky Way, 3 Musketeers, and Snickers. Of those four, I love three. Snickers just aren’t that good, and I tend to avoid them.
Imagine my chagrin when I poured out a few candy bars for my first taste, and saw this:
Since Snickers should be one-fourth of the total volume of candy in the bag, I would expect a commensurate ratio when I dumped eleven little bars from the bag. Nope. Ten of eleven are Snickers.
This doesn’t bode well for how the rest of the bag is going to go…
Alex is in the market for a laptop for college, so he and I have been looking at the various options available. He’s narrowed down his search to a Dell XPS or an Asus Zenbook.
On the Dell web site, you can get a pretty “loaded” XPS for $1,000. I have an account rep at Dell for my hosting business, since I’ve purchased over a hundred servers from them, so I figured I’d contact her to see if she could offer a bit of a discount. For, you know, being a long-time client who’s spent well over a hundred thousand dollars there and stuff.
She came back with a quote for $1,600.
Umm. So I reminded her that the web site price– for the average plebeian consumer– was $600 less. For the same hardware. She apparently hadn’t noticed that, so she put together another quote for me.
I was a little flabbergasted again. She explained that buying it through a corporate channel means I can get two years of Dell support, instead of just one. Wow! What a bargain! If this laptop croaks in a year I’m going to be very, very disappointed in Dell’s products. (I have servers that have been running 24/7 for almost fifteen years.)
Anyway, I told her no thanks and if Alex decides to go with the Dell, he can just buy it through the web site. What a surreal experience.
What do you believe?
I asked that question of my seminary class this morning.
I wasn’t really sure what to expect; often deep questions elicit a few wisecracks, silence, and occasionally a profound, thoughtful answer. I guess it wasn’t surprising when one girl said, “I believe I’m sixteen years old!” Taking it in stride– and aiming for a way to talk about faith, which was my goal– I replied with, “Well, your parents told you you’re sixteen. Do you trust them? Do you truly know without a doubt that’s true?” That provoked a few chuckles but I could tell the mental wheels were turning for a few of the kids.
Imagine my surprise when another girl raised her hand and said quietly, “I believe I can accomplish anything.”
I didn’t have a response for that beyond, “Wow, that’s awesome!” Because, hey, it is awesome. I love that a high-school girl has that kind of self-confidence. She’s going far.
It’s been twenty-five months since Alex headed to Peru for his mission. He had an amazing time, but all good things come to an end, and despite wanting to stay and continue the work, he came home today.
Wow. What an amazing feeling to see him after two years– when the only communication we really had was via a weekly email message (and even that was spotty at times). It was immediately obvious that he’d grown as a person: he’s more thoughtful and mature, although he discovered to his chagrin that he’s not as tall as Zaque.
We headed home from the airport, and when we were home I noticed his shoes.
That’s two years of walking miles every day through the dusty, rocky streets of Lima.
It was also cool to see his passport, showing the day he left and the day he returned:
Now we’ll have two months to hang out with him until he heads off to BYU for college. We have some weird Peruvian soda in the fridge…
… and who knows what else is still to come. I’m waiting for him to whip up a big bowl of suri for us…
Well, last night was the tournament to finish the fall ultimate league. My team’s record was abysmal. We went 2-12 for the season, which is the worst team I’ve ever played with. And yet, the whole team was a barrel of fun… we were positive every week, had a great time together, shrugged off our losses, and celebrated our wins. After our games we went to grab some food together, and almost the entire team went every week (most teams get maybe 3-4 people for social hour after games). In short, despite how much we sucked on the scoreboard, we were one of the most fun teams I’ve ever been on.
Every season there’s a survey to the players, and for the first time there was a question specifically about the team captains. How did they do? Did they promote a positive atmosphere? Did they help players improve in ultimate? The survey was anonymous, but I was tickled to get this feedback:
So, I guess it wasn’t a total loss…