anomalous adventures

Then don’t even think I’m going to hold tightly onto an independently vacillating object, while walking (in addition to my cane). Can you say too many references to compute in continuous time, when balance is all tactile and part illusive vision (due to the vestibular nerve stuff and shadows of the night).

But man, look at that moon.

Then don’t even think I’m going to hold tightly onto an independently vacillating object, while walking (in addition to my cane). Can you say too many references to compute in continuous time, when balance is all tactile and part illusive vision (due to the vestibular nerve stuff and shadows of the night).

But man, look at that moon.

I’m able to contort and squeeze my current tube of toothpaste so that I’m now a week beyond when I first contemplated tossing it (to spare the stress of trying to get a greater-than-satisfactory dollop). My hands have come back from extreme weakness and rigidity (after the March brain surgery, and also not being sure if spinal tumors were acting up). Manual teeth-brushing is probably a good rehab exercise in itself. Definitely! (At least when using the Przybysz Method, and approved implements/techniques.)

I think this move ranks up there with the (insert appropriate Seinfeldian adjective…) soap bar meld: when one bar gets too thin to use alone, but instead of tossing it, an attempt is made to meld it to the new bar.

An exciting finish for the championship game tonight–and I’m not talking about the rumble* in the parking area that necessitated two State Trooper vehicles, and their uniformed occupants, to address the situation.)

There were moments when the momentum dissipated, but the team pulled together yet again! (Home team; down by 1 in the bottom of the final inning, after having stranded 3 runners in the prior inning)

Overall great coaching and execution, I must say! (I know they responded well to the telepathic pointers and encouragement I supplied abundantly throughout the season. Fundamentals, baby.)

* here I almost posted about how great the parents, fans, and coaches were this season. I’m not even sure what the issue was–the scene looked a bit ridiculous.

It’s natural for frogs and toads, right?!

Rhythm is to melody as structure is to process.

Still pondering where to locate control.

Just like swimming? (Or “swimming,” in some instances.)

So in the little employment loyalty rewards catalogue, one of the items was a cultured pearl necklace. I can remember when I was a kid and thought “cultured,” was an adjective that meant the pearls were of higher class than the others.

It’s the 22nd of the month, so it’s gotta be good.

The day. Today.

you better be ready to take it. (At least that’s what he told me when I was a young punk.)

This isn’t technically another “Grandpa tee” (of the “#1 Grandpa” or “Grandpa’s my name, spoilin’s my game” ilk), but it is in other respects, especially having to do with my eldest nephew, as seen here.

Apologies for petering out on the storytelling here. Long day to round out a GRAND weekend!

The frequency of the geese is perfect for me to hear. When there are bird sounds, I’m not picking up hardly anything in the range of normal speech.

I didn’t have time to test any music today. (When I was in a vehicle, I had the window rolled down a good while, thinking the radio wasn’t on. When I finally rolled the window up, the radio was the main sound, but the ride was short and I was “looking around,” so not really focused on testing… Oh joy, run-ons are back…)

It’s ok, though, because the spontaneous funnies have returned verbally!

We’ve got a Father’s Day special post coming tomorrow.

Have fun!

I switched to my own speech processor today. We’ll see how things go!

Locos, er, locals only.

The pump-fake seems most effective if you don’t do it every time you make a move or take a shot.

For the record, I don’t manipulate games. When I posted earlier, I was mainly kidding and one part fearful. On one hand it would be just for a kid riding the euphoria of a birthday, to have that extra element needed to defeat a reigning champion like me. “Intangibles!”

On the other hand, I’m still finding out things I do and don’t do so well, and to what extent. I figured I might be in the game fine to start, but we’ve often battled to the point when the air turns off because of time, and neither player having seven goals yet. And that was before he was 8! I questioned my current level of endurance, and changed my game plan accordingly. (I also failed to have quarters ready*… But that’s okay, because it seemed to put me in the company of the attendees who received goodie bags at the end.)

Okay, so I was all about concentrating on defense and not wasting energy. (I usually go all-out with slamming and ricochets… And receive like-wise, along with a few flying pucks.)

The birthday fellow had some great shots-on-goals, but I was right there to stop them. (Now I’ve never been able to do the splits, but had this been a game on an ice rink, people would’ve been holding up acrobatic score cards in appreciation of what it took to deflect the shots. Fierce!)

What transpired, though, is something that left me with little pride beyond the realization my hand-eye coordination is still admirable on a flat, waist-level surface. My most worthy opponent happened to knock the puck in his own goal not once, not twice, but what I think was three or four times!

* I didn’t really expect him to play today, with his party and all.

I’m trying to decide whether I should allow a certain pirate* to defeat me in air hockey today, if I manage to convince him to take up another challenge. Being his birthday, I will, of course, supply the quarters. He may even beat me outright, who am I kidding?

*He even explained to me why pirates wear a patch over one eye!

There has been a mix of Star Wars and Pirates themed play lately. Who knew light sabers doubled so well as swords?!

OK, so his younger (1 y.o.) bro walks up to me with two light sabers. I figure he wants to play, so I inquire, “Do you wanna fight?” He hands me both and walks away!