AGAIN WITH THE LAN

After Tampa Bay’s rousing victory last night, several of us quickly organized an informal LAN party. We had more people this time, I think we got eight people to play, rather than the six last week.

Again, it was lots of fun. There was running and even some gunning. We tried out a whole bunch of different maps that took us from small French towns to the city of Stalingrad.

So, while it was a great way to spend my Saturday evening, I always hate the way I feel after it’s all done. I feel dehydrated. For some reason, my room seems messier that before I started. I feel hungry and there’s never any food in place. My legs feel cramped. I stink.

I think the key is to not stop playing, but to maybe limit my playing time to maybe two hours or so.

Ok, I gotta go clean this place up now.

WILL AND FATE

I came to the stark conclusion last evening that the Calgary Flames will win the Stanley Cup on Saturday night.

I’ve been watching hockey since I was five years old. I’ve seen countless games. I’ve watched playoff series come and go. I’ve witnessed stars in the making and legends retire. After all this, I like to think among the unpredictablities of sport, there are certain things you can count on.

The first is to never discount the power of will. I believe the Flames have won several games on sheer will. They just wanted to win more than the other team, regardless of skill level, injuries, or common sense.

The second thing is the power of fate. I know it sounds weird to be talking about both will and fate. They seem mutually exclusive. If you’re willing something to happen, then it’s really not fate is it? My belief is that will alone can’t get things done. I’m trying to get a lot of things to happen in my life right now, but I know for sure I won’t get all of them. Fate is the final ingredient that tips the scale one way or the other.

The power of fate is behind the Calgary Flames. They are the Canadian team that shouldn’t have gone this far. They are the team with the wrong players to be in the final. Given their rocky start, they should not have had their success thus far.

Considering all this, it would be a slam-dunk then, that fate would rally behind the Flames. Also consider the fact that the Flames will be playing game six at home. There is no better way to win the Cup than in front of your fans.

So, as I finish this post, I begrudingly accept that the Calgary Flames will be the 2004 Stanley Cup champions.

MEAN PEOPLE SUCK

Well, today I had my first softball game of the season. I am on the SJC team. It took only a single game for us to nearly get into a fight.

I do not have the energy to explain what happened exactly. It will suffice to say that it’s ridiculous that another team should get angry with us just because we know the rules and they don’t.

I will also say old guys seem to have the chippiest attitudes in the entire league. I don’t know if it’s because they’re old and ornery, but they sure do like to spout off.

The other team had this old guy today. He’s a prof and probably emertius by the looks of it. Anyways, his team was in violation of a rule. I spoke out aloud about it. He made some smart remark about it and rolled my eyes at me. Hey, I know the difference between being annoyed at a rule and being annoyed at me. He was clearly annoyed at me.

Then later, one of our runners hit the bag the same time the throw came in. Everybody and their dog knows a tie goes to the runner. He called it out. I was stunned at the audacity of his call. We let it go even though he was clearly wrong. I will say one thing about SJC teams, you can always expect us to take the sportsman approach to things.

At this point, however, I decided that if things got a little more heated out there, and everyone grabbed a partner, old man winter there would be at the top of my list. And before you start berating me for targeting an old man, he was at least a foot taller than me. Plus, I think he had really sharp fingernails. I’m pretty sure he’s a hairpuller too.

Things did not get any more cordial and one of our players exchanged some words with the other team. Back on our sideline, I had to this to say to him.

“Um, I didn’t think I had to say it this early, but if anything happens, I’ll jump in and I’ll get your back. You can count on me.”

It’s ridiculous to even think about physical altercations in what is supposed to be a recreational league, but assholes permeate throughout society. That’s a lesson I’m going to teach my kids early on. Nonetheless, it’s important to let your teammates know they have your support.

In the end they scored more runs than us, but I don’t care. This is a recreational league. There is no trophy or medal for winning the most games. The last place team gets as much hardware as the first place team… which is nothing at all.

What you’re supposed to get out of this is exercise, fun, and cameraderie. Despite not scoring as many runs today, we did get all of those things. After the game, our team ate dinner together at the same table and discussed what had transpired.

Notice I keep mentioning they scored more runs than us and not that they won. Why? Because the way we handled ourselves today, I think we were the ones that triumphed.

And oh, mouthy old man, I have a double-play ball with your name on it.

NOW IN SYNDICATION

I’m still not really sure what it means, but this blog is now in syndication. If you ask me, the first season sucked, and it didn’t really get going until season two…

Point your news aggregators towards:

http://www.erwintang.com/atom.xml

Or use that little XML button on the right hand side under “links”.

It’ll look like garbage if you try to view that link in your browser.

LANTASTIC!!!

When I first found out I was going to live at SJC, several things ran through my head. One of them was that I was finally going to experience the on-campus network. It can handle lots of traffic and it’s free.

I also thought that it would a great environment to play computer games with other people. What better than a residence full of geeky grad students to share my gaming passion with? Well, as it turns out, it didn’t take me long to realize almost all the grad students here used their computers for work. The Internet? They used it to do research and to communicate with friends and family. Gaming? Yes, it was something they did when their family had an Atari 2600, but nowadays, they preferred a nice cup of tea. For nearly two years I waited for some gamers to move in.

This year, a few new residents trickled in. Inquiries were made and I discovered they enjoyed games just as much as I did. It took a few weeks and some organization, but tonight, we did it. Six of us went on the LAN (local area network) and played Call of Duty. It was fun and entertaining. It was simply a blast. By the end of it, I think I began to smell, there were empty fast food containers around me, much pop was consumed, we attacked the darkness, and obviously there was nary a girl to be seen around us. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat… but maybe not until next weekend.

SPECIAL GUEST POST BY SARAH KIDD

Now that the folks at www.erwintang.com have received sponsorship of US $10 million to continue their good work in reporting on the daily life of grad student Erwin Tang, they have begun to out-source their stories. That is why I have been commissioned to write about what happened last night.

Last night Erwin, Rhonda, Bryan, Carolyn and myself went to see Shrek 2. After the movie we caught a bus back to campus in the pouring rain. The bus driver was driving rather erratically, and I felt for sure that we were going to crash into a tree or something. We didn’t hit anything, but the bumpy bus ride and the pouring rain had given me the uneasy feeling that something was about to happen.

We were walking home from the bus loop in the rain and I didn’t have my brolly with me, so I had the hood of my blue sweater up to keep some rain off. Carolyn said I looked like Elliot from E.T., which everyone enthusiastically agreed with. I was just about getting over the fact that I looked like a little boy, when I noticed a big kerfuffle happening up ahead of us, along with lots of yelling, screaming and even a little cheering.

We got closer and saw a crowd of about 20-30 young kids, aged around 16 or so. There was so much going on that it was hard to pick out all the details. I saw at least two different fights going on, both involving girls being beaten up, mostly by other girls. One of the girls was pushed into some bushes, and other girls went in after her with fists flailing and claws out. There were some choice words being used to describe the girls being beaten up, and I rather got the impression that they were fighting over boys.

Anyway, for the second time in one week, Bryan ran over to the nearest ‘Campus blue light’ checkpoint to call security. Only the check point wasn’t working properly. Bryan said that all he got when he pressed the call button was some loud static noise. So he was unable to contact or speak to a security officer. However, the flashing blue light on top of the checkpoint did work, and had the effect of making some of the kids disperse in various directions. It didn’t stop the fighting though, maybe they were too involved in what they were doing to notice the flashing blue light.

I don’t know who called the police but we heard the sirens (more crowd dispersal), and then two RCMP cars pulled up (total crowd dispersal). At this point, there were two kids left. One of them was one of the girls who had been beaten up in the bushes, wearing one broken shoe, torn jeans and hair resembling a bird’s nest. The other person was supposedly her boyfriend, but I hadn’t noticed that he had been doing much to protect the honour of his lovely lady. The girl was clearly drunk, and was fixated on the fact that she had lost a shoe. Rhonda and Carolyn had been talking to her, trying to figure out if she was ok, if she was going to be able to get home, and how much her boyfriend could be depended on to make sure she got home ok. But it seemed that the girl just wanted her shoe back.

Three RCMP officers got out of the cars, which I thought was a pretty good turnout all things considered. A female officer approached us first, asking what had happened. There wasn’t much we could say because the kids had all buggered off to cause trouble somewhere else. So we just pointed her in the direction of the distressed one-shoed girl and her boyfriend. They asked us to hang around so they could take our details in case they need us as witnesses. Pretty soon after they started talking to the girl, another officer decided to take her boyfriend on one side to interview him separately. Maybe they needed to see if their stories were going to match. The third officer just stood around wearing a bullet proof vest and didn’t say much.

So we waited around for about 15 minutes while they were interviewing these kids. Bryan and I filled in some time by looking for the girl’s shoe, but we didn’t turn anything up. It was still raining at this point by the way.

AND THEN… security finally showed up. A lone security officer pulled up and walked over to the RCMP officers, who pointedly ignored him. So the security officer just stood around looking pretty foolish. Finally Bryan went over to him and told him that we had tried to call security earlier but that the campus blue light didn’t work. I couldn’t hear the security guy’s response, but apparently it went something like this: “Oh, it wasn’t working, eh? That’s too bad”.

Once they were finished interviewing the two kids, the female RCMP officer walked back over to us to ask what we had seen. But because there were just so many of them and there had been so much going on that we couldn’t point out any particular details. She took the names and addresses of Erwin and Carolyn, probably because they looked very mature and responsible. Not like me – I still looked like Elliot from E.T., only wetter. I told the RCMP officer that we had tried using the campus blue light check point and it hadn’t been working. She was more reassuring in her response than the security guy had been. She said she would make sure in the most eloquent terms she could find, that Campus security were told they had to have the security points repaired. After that we left, since we had done everything we could, and we were wet and cold and tired.

I woke up this morning and felt kind of annoyed at the blasé attitude of the security officer. Why do we have Campus Security and this campus blue light system if (a) it doesn’t work when you need it, and (b) Campus security don’t care that it doesn’t work. So I decided to write an email to Tom Carroll, the Campus Security Operations Manager, to find out what he planned to do to make sure that we would never again be faced with a security alert system that doesn’t work. I expect he won’t reply though or else I’ll get some automated bureaucratic response.

I should point out that this was the second time in a week that Bryan and I have been faced with the opportunity to call security from a campus blue light. The first time was last Sunday, when we saw a guy who looked and sounded a lot like he was going to throw himself off the top of a multi-storey parkade. We called security then and told them we thought someone was going to kill themselves, but security never showed up. The guy jumped, but it turned out that it was only a drill for St. John’s Ambulance, but we didn’t know that. There were no warning signs or St. John’s Ambulance people to be seen. You’d think security could have told us that it was just a drill when we spoke to them. And you’d also think that they would take the time to come out to the scene, just in case it had been for real.

SHREK 2

I went to see Shrek 2 tonight at the Varsity Theatre along W. 10th Ave. It is a good and funny movie. If you liked the first one, I bet you’ll like the sequel.

It was there that I discovered the best deal at the concessions. If you’re ever there, buy the Kids Combo. For $3.75, you get a decent amount of popcorn, a small soft drink, and a small Mr. Freezie. In comparison, for $4, you’ll get a bag of popcorn that contains only a handful more popcorn than in the Kids Combo. You’ll still have to get a drink and the Mr. Freezie as well.

If you’re poor, there is no shame in ordering items for yourself that are envisioned for children. Next stop, Pirate Paks and Happy Meals.

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Some of you might have noticed today a press release about this web site. Go ahead and have a read. It just goes to show you that anything can happen on the Internet!