CaptainOrange

And some not so... I was in Moose Jaw for some Professional Development this weekend. Yes, really. Temple Gardens was all booked up, but I had to stay somewhere. The view might have been better... Right, while we are on the topic of great views I wanted to share a few things. First, my favorite flower. Not sure if you could have guessed this one or not. The second thing requires a word of thanks to Chantelle. She and Vin provided ready to make postcards for Leora and Anwyn. Anwyn sent me this one. I won't tell you what great things she said about me on the other side. Even a Quester has to have a bit of privacy. I hope that you can guess the depicted scene without any help. If you can't, you just aren't trying hard enough, or you really don't know me. Last, and probably least of these fine photos is this. My favorite pinball game. It has certainly consumed hundreds of my Earth dollars as I tried to assume mastery over its glossy and mesmerizing frame.

Dave, Vin and later James were all in attendance last night. What a terrific time. Many-a-cup of coffee and discussion. Over the holidays, USA Brad had printed out an optical illusion and left it a my place. It has taken up residence on my fridge where it errily watches over my visitors. Here you can see Vin enjoying the effect. You can download it yourself on this guy's blog (.jpeg), or here (as .pdf), although it seems likely that it would have originally been popularized here . This was followed by a viewing of some of the LotR extra DVD features. James didn't get here until 10 or 10:30 but he came with his game ON -- Literally! He brought over his Nintendo DS, a portable speaker set up, and a new game, Elektroplankton . It is both, hard to call it a game and yet, you could hardly call it anything else. Confused? There you go. For at least an hour, the four of us huddled around the device with a mixture of confusion, humor and awe. Dave seemed to think it was pretty good. ...

I've been sick all December. It is nagging and depressing. It is the kind of sickness that is just enough to make me feel like crap, but not enough that anyone will feel sorry for me -- except you of course. Ergo I must clean toilets, look after children and, in short, work. I've resolved (nothing to do with the calendrical "new year") to engage in some aggressive physical activity in the hopes that positive endorphines will act as a bandage and cover the infected wound that is my body. My greatest fear is that it will have the effect of repeated StarTrek sequels and only magnify the original problem. Time will tell. Most of you didn't call me during the holidays to set up a coffee engagement. Those of you who did will forgive me for not singling you out for the ridicule of others. Those of you who were remiss will be forgiven when you get off your butt and dial. Questing has been rare this month. However, there are some highlights: A blistering, three-way lightsa...