no 1-UPs in mario kart..

just found out the multi-boost mushroom in mario kart 64 isn't green.

next stop: stanley cup final

game 6.  devils lead the series 3-2.  adam henrique scores in overtime and the devils beat the rangers to advance to the stanley cup final.

seeing the reaction of the entire prudential center.  almost shed a tear.  so beautiful.

xxi

just found out what forever 21 means...  IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE.

games :]

David Sirlin has helped me to better understand a little more about what it is that I enjoy so much about playing games with other people.

Competitive games are a means of expression as well. Players seem to have trouble approaching a game differently than they approach life in general. The way they take in information, the way they make decisions, the aspects they value, and the skills they excel at are usually similar inside and outside of the game. In fact, many people, myself included, have come to understand a lot more about who they really are through the way they end up expressing themselves in games. There are many forms of expression in the world, but one of the advantages of competitive games is that they force you to test your worldview against the worldviews of others. It’s easy to develop highly unpopular theories about life in general that you have no real way of testing, but competitive games force you to jump in, get dirty, and see how those ideas really stack up. If you are an unconventional genius, you will prove so beyond all doubt. If you are a confused quack, that too will be borne out, and you will have the opportunity to learn from others and change your ways.

"Final Thoughts" from http://www.sirlin.net/ptw/

His Playing To Win book (free on his site!) is highly recommended reading if you play any kind of games at all.

two instances in two days

so i realized i have this bad tendency.

when i'm in a public place, put on the spot, and i have to respond to someone of the african-american descent, in the heat of the moment, i tend to blurt out something ghetto like, "yeh it's all good."

last night, at livingston dining hall's mongolian grill, there's an awesome black guy who cooks the food.  here's how the conversation went..

me (thinking): alright, next step is to tell him what kind of sauce i want.  i'm so ready to say spicy duck sauce, 'cause it's so good, mmm spiciness, yeahhh
him: what kind of sauce do you want?
me: i'll have spicy duck!
him: sorry, we don't have anymore.
me (thinking): AHHH PANIC AHH WHAT AHH OKAyAHH
me: oh, uh, i'll have teriyaki then.
him: yeah, sorry we ran out of duck.
me (in a slightly ghetto tone): haha it's all good
me (thinking): WAIT WHAT DID I JUST SAY WHAT THE WHAT I'M SO DUMB

then again tonight..
i put my bike on the rexb bike rack.
the black bus driver gets off the bus and shakes my bike.
him: just wanted to make sure it's secure!
me: haha yeah it's all goood
SHOOT.

._____.

why? who needs a why?

it's sunday, october 30th, 11:30pm.

dan, tim, and i finished worship practice on busch and are on our way back to the apartment.  on the sidewalk before we reach our apartment door..  for whatever random reason (aka tim), a minor scuffle ensues, blocks of snow are thrown around, and then..  one of us randomly throws a chunk of snow onto our front steps.  the other two follow along and proceed to find chunks of snow nearby, hurling them onto the front steps.  and then it begins..

took a picture, and thought we were done after this cute pile of snow.  but nope.

"why are we doing this?  WHO CARES, KEEP GOING"

"they'll never think that we did it, because why would we use snow and block our own front steps?!"

these chunks of snow were big, heavy, cold, and hard to hold.  it was half an hour of tiring work.  but we kept going.

the pile grows.  we end up having to go 1-2 apartments down in order to get chunks of snow, since we exhaust all the ones by our own door.

IT IS COMPLETE. 

a view from inside the door.

this was the next day, around noon (yes, that's when i woke up).

sad sad.  BUT SO FUN.

thought 9

girls wearing cologne would be mad legit.

racism!

while on the A bus, i witnessed the bus driver (a white man) ask a student (a black man) to get up from his seat in the front of the bus and go take a seat in the back of the bus.

lul

who does this?!

the other night, i was riding my bike as esther was walking behind me, on our way to catch a bus at the suites stop. i was traveling slightly faster than walking speed, and decided to loop around. however, the curb was coming up quickly, so i had to make a sharp turn. i turned the handlebars to maybe about 40 degrees (off of the forward), and then the front bike wheel crumpled. it basically bent in half.

like, REALLY? this happens?! adfjkasldfjilnilzewiauofandkl

now, once again, i am without my wings. forever destined to walk on two feet.

t____t

thought 8

using the outside of a sleeping bag as the sheets for my bed has been the best idea i've had this semester. i love the feel of synthetic material. so soothing and niceeeee.