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Halloween at Zing!

Tonight I played in a Halloween ultimate tournament. We were under the lights at Sandstone Ranch, which has some really nice fields. Since it’s the day before Halloween, everyone was encouraged to come in costume. About half of the players did. I pulled out my “peace and love” jeans, an obnoxious green big-collar shirt, and my gigantic afro wig… a reprise of last year’s costume. I learned that playing ultimate while wearing an afro can be problematic.

The temperature was about 35 degrees, but with long sleeves and some wide receiver gloves, I was plenty warm. It was kind of cool to see fog on the field, and of course you could see everyone’s breath as they ran around. Our team struggled in the first game, losing 13-0. I scored the first point in our second game, putting us on top for the first and only time all night. We stayed with the second team pretty well, but eventually lost 13-10.

All in all it was a good time, and nice to get some exercise as the weather gets cooler. This is the part of the year where I tend to gain five pounds because I’m not running as much…

Apparently ultimate players, in general, are smart. According to 2006 a study at the University of Washington:

Ahh, Kevin Chang. King of the yearbook quotes.

This is Lyons, Colorado.

Last weekend several hundred volunteers from church went up to Lyons (it had just been re-opened to traffic) and worked at various locations where flood cleanup was needed. I worked at a small farm with maybe fifty other volunteers. The St. Vrain River is behind those trees in the background, and the mix of mud, sand, and rocks used to be a huge grassy yard. There were trucks half-buried– we excavated two of them and managed to pull one free of the mud; the other was too big for a pickup to pull with a tow cable. We emptied mud out of sheds, tore down chain link fences that had been twisted into wild shapes, and collected literally tons of equipment and belongings that had been destroyed by water and mud. Sadly, after hours of work, it hardly looked like we’d made a dent. There’s a long road to recovery for the people in this nice little town.

It was inspiring to see so many volunteers helping, though. In addition to nearly five hundred Mormons from Longmont, there were several hundred volunteers from an organization called Samaritan’s Purse, and I saw a huge group of other people wearing matching shirts (but too far away to know who they represented). There were hand-painted signs around town proclaiming “Lyons Strong” and “We are no longer a community– now we’re a family”. Although the extent of the disaster is staggering, it’s nice to see it bring out the best in people.

Tonight we went to a big Halloween party. I was Waldo. Laralee was… Laralee.

The jokes about “I found you!” started even before I got through the front door. I counted six in the first ten minutes… no surprise.

Of course I photo-bombed Kyra and her friends (Hannah, Alex, and Chaille).

And then we decided to do a nice “Where’s Waldo?” photo of the whole group. Can you find Waldo? What about the cowgirl (Chaille) or Barbie (Kyra)?

I found this image on Google Plus last night, in a photo stream that I follow. Amazing.

I don’t know how “real” it is; clearly the colors have been tweaked. Unfortunately it doesn’t work as a background, unless I happen to have a tall, narrow vertical monitor. (Hmm…)

I’m setting up a Windows 7 virtual machine for some client work. Imagine my surprise when the installer told me…

I need 17 gigabytes of disk space to install Windows! Holy cow. Bloated, indeed.

Ahh, another beautiful fall week in Colorado.

Brent is finalizing details of a new project with one of our clients, and during the course of the email conversation, the client wrote:

Uhh…