comprak.net

Except, it’s October and in the 80s. The hoodies are still sitting in my car, waiting for the morning when it’ll be obscenely cold. Nora has baby legs and robeez waiting to protect against the fall frost. You saw my favorite pirate legs in the baby blog, but really they were for show, since it wasn’t cold that day, either.

What the hell is going on?

The problem with this kind of weather is, come February, it’ll be bitterly cold and snowing insanely hard. The day Nora was born was the coldest day of the year, incidentally. I know this well as Lisa insisted on keeping the window open because she was hot (it was 5 below that day).

In any event, we took advantage of the nice weekend. Pictures are at the baby blog. Incidentally, Lisa’s camera is quite impressive in that the shutter button and lens are on opposite ends of the camera, and the camera is light so it can be used one handed (or two fingered, as it were), so silly pictures like these are pretty easy to take.

—

After reading and watching the baseball playoffs, baseball postseason is officially the most boring of the playoffs in the history of sports. How do you have three sweeps in the playoffs? The Phillies, Cubs, and Angels are toast. In fairness to the Phillies, it’s hard to beat any team that won 16 out of its last 17 and beat the Padres in a do-or-die playoff game to get to the postseason in the most spectacular way imaginable.

Now, I have a dirty secret.

I was watching the Yankees / Indians game last night, and man, was I smitten. They won, last night, by the way, avoiding the sweep (thank god). Of course there’s the added pressure of Steinbrenner calling out his manager and the aging players on the Yankees’ staff.

Joba Chamberlain is intense. He’d get the opposing hitter into the hole, and you knew that breaking ball was coming, and the hitter would bite on it anyway. And every single time, every Yankee fan would be holding their breath, waiting for it. Every so often they would snap to shots of Mariano Rivera, staring with that 1,000 yard stare. There’s nothing more nerve wracking than staring at a guy who knows he’s the best at what he does, and him knowing that you know it too.

I’m not a particularly big follower of baseball, and really, that’s the first time I was ever riveted by a game.

I think I’m a Yankees… fan?… shoot.

—

Finally, if you needed a reason to get a Wii (As IF), Neo-Geo games are available for the Virtual Console. Realistically, if you were to buy a Wii, and buy these games from the VC, it’d still be cheaper than buying a Neo-Geo CD and finding the actual games (believe me, I’ve tried).

Had any of these games been Samurai Shodown, it’s very likely that I would’ve already left to buy the game and play until it was time to pick Lisa up from the train station… in the meantime, I would be showing Nora what old school gaming was really like.

Related posts:

1. The Monday After, as usual
2. The Monday After
3. Monday Musings