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Jazz For A Rainy Afternoon
Feb. 8th, 2005 07:41 am
The weather so far this week has been wonderful. Rainy, with huge banks of fog rolling in to embrace the buildings and trees at dawn and mid-evening. The air is a really pleasant mix between chill and just sun-warmed; the currents of winter have not been left behind, but the little twinge of spring is just starting to pluck at your nostrils. It's making me think of the many more rainy days I have to look forward to of just this type. It's right about now that I remember I actually like spring, and even though we never had much of a winter down here I'm looking forward to it.
Incidentally, my libido also rises predictably in spring. I wish I could take a few months off to head west to California. :9
Right now I'm listening to Norah Jones, who's the perfect compliment to rainy days. I really don't know how people could hate her; she has such a great, melodic, laid-back style that's totally inoffensive. If it's not your cup of tea, OK, but *hating* on her? Come on people, don't hate the playa. :)
This weekend pretty much revolved around the Super Bowl. The game itself was a disappointment, and as much as it pains me to say so it was pretty much Philadelphia's show to make or break. Even though I doubted them all through the regular season and playoffs (I had my heart set on Pittsburgh when I knew my beloved Ravens weren't going anywhere), I have massive amounts of respect for the New England Patriots. They made a believer out of me during the playoffs, and I knew there were coming to the Super Bowl pretty much the same team they always were; a team that could put together a win as easy as they were tying shoes. :) It was up to Philly to find an answer for that, to try and flap a team that so far has been maddeningly, bafflingly consistent.
Last year, the Carolina Panthers were outmatched but they played with a feverish intensity that made the game *fun*. They weren't content to just make it to the big game, and they weren't intimidated by Brady and the Big Machine. The Eagles seemed cowed from the get-go; McNabb couldn't make passes he had all day to plan, and the defense was equally lackluster. When Brady made his inevitable few mistakes last year, the Panthers pounced on them and made sure to use them for all they were worth. The Eagles could never capitalize on misses, fumbles and the like. The game was a lot less close than the final score suggested.
Look at me, speaking like I know football. :)
I have an immense amount of respect for the Eagles, though. Terrell Owens was the bomb on Sunday. :) And the verve they displayed all season long tells me that there guys are in it for the long haul; I really hope they don't turn into this decade's Buffalo Bills, though. Good luck next year. :)
Odis' game last Friday was an amazing one; a murder mystery tinged with supernatural weirdness and quirky, loveable characters that seemed to have their fingers dipped in every pie. I swear to god, it was like playing in a Victorian-fantasy version of Twin Peaks. Even though the tentpole fight could have gone better (I was scoring natural 20s on impossible tracking rolls, but couldn't hit this bastard to save my life), I really don't think I had that much *simple* fun in a long time. After the two or three high-powered games I've been run through with him, getting back to bare-bones storytelling was surprisingly welcome. I have never had the fear of God put into me by a simple crossbow combined with the feat of Rapid Reload. :) I have also never had a Fortitude save of 0 for as long as I can remember. I cannot *tell* you how much it messes with me. I love it!
Today, a longish day of work followed by Matt's Firefly game this evening. It's a homegrown thing, and there are a lot of kinks to work out, but slowly we're ironing it into something workable. My Shepherd character managed to smooth over a hostage situation gone about as far south as it could have gone, though we lost our Companion over it. Our dear Captain Kord has the uncanny ability to say the absolute worst thing for any situation, and though it's endearing it's surely bound to get us killed. :)
Incidentally, my libido also rises predictably in spring. I wish I could take a few months off to head west to California. :9
Right now I'm listening to Norah Jones, who's the perfect compliment to rainy days. I really don't know how people could hate her; she has such a great, melodic, laid-back style that's totally inoffensive. If it's not your cup of tea, OK, but *hating* on her? Come on people, don't hate the playa. :)
This weekend pretty much revolved around the Super Bowl. The game itself was a disappointment, and as much as it pains me to say so it was pretty much Philadelphia's show to make or break. Even though I doubted them all through the regular season and playoffs (I had my heart set on Pittsburgh when I knew my beloved Ravens weren't going anywhere), I have massive amounts of respect for the New England Patriots. They made a believer out of me during the playoffs, and I knew there were coming to the Super Bowl pretty much the same team they always were; a team that could put together a win as easy as they were tying shoes. :) It was up to Philly to find an answer for that, to try and flap a team that so far has been maddeningly, bafflingly consistent.
Last year, the Carolina Panthers were outmatched but they played with a feverish intensity that made the game *fun*. They weren't content to just make it to the big game, and they weren't intimidated by Brady and the Big Machine. The Eagles seemed cowed from the get-go; McNabb couldn't make passes he had all day to plan, and the defense was equally lackluster. When Brady made his inevitable few mistakes last year, the Panthers pounced on them and made sure to use them for all they were worth. The Eagles could never capitalize on misses, fumbles and the like. The game was a lot less close than the final score suggested.
Look at me, speaking like I know football. :)
I have an immense amount of respect for the Eagles, though. Terrell Owens was the bomb on Sunday. :) And the verve they displayed all season long tells me that there guys are in it for the long haul; I really hope they don't turn into this decade's Buffalo Bills, though. Good luck next year. :)
Odis' game last Friday was an amazing one; a murder mystery tinged with supernatural weirdness and quirky, loveable characters that seemed to have their fingers dipped in every pie. I swear to god, it was like playing in a Victorian-fantasy version of Twin Peaks. Even though the tentpole fight could have gone better (I was scoring natural 20s on impossible tracking rolls, but couldn't hit this bastard to save my life), I really don't think I had that much *simple* fun in a long time. After the two or three high-powered games I've been run through with him, getting back to bare-bones storytelling was surprisingly welcome. I have never had the fear of God put into me by a simple crossbow combined with the feat of Rapid Reload. :) I have also never had a Fortitude save of 0 for as long as I can remember. I cannot *tell* you how much it messes with me. I love it!
Today, a longish day of work followed by Matt's Firefly game this evening. It's a homegrown thing, and there are a lot of kinks to work out, but slowly we're ironing it into something workable. My Shepherd character managed to smooth over a hostage situation gone about as far south as it could have gone, though we lost our Companion over it. Our dear Captain Kord has the uncanny ability to say the absolute worst thing for any situation, and though it's endearing it's surely bound to get us killed. :)
