Office games, Thanksgiving, flat tire

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I've been helping the tide of go wash over our office, mainly by getting people to watch Hikaru no Go and bringing a practice board in. It's funny how fun I find the game now, many, many years after my father attempted to teach me the fundamentals, a lesson that ended in much frustration on my part. It helps that in the office, we are all pretty much at the same level, and actively try to help each other, to improve each other's game. This could very well turn into a hobby.

Oh, there's still the office StarCraft matches, though we are down to four players. Still, the teams are reasonably balanced and so the games are not that predictable. I suppose that my always playing as Random helps keep the game lively, and that we are not above trying out new strategies. I used to hate the Terrans, finding them requiring too much micro-management, with too many casting abilities. Turns out I was being too technology heavy with them, that you can get pretty far with just Siege Tanks and Marines. Lots of Marines, requiring between 3 and 5 Barracks.

Oh yeah, Thanksgiving was this past weekend. I slept most of it away, though I was somewhat crestfallen when my bicycle got another flat tire. Hence, I was mildly pleased to learn that you can get inner tubes for like $2 nowadays, which seems kind of crazy -- why would anyone go through the bother of patching up a tube? That was my evening yesterday, changing the rear tube. I also oiled the gears and adjusted the brake, although I'm not 100% comfortable with the job I did. It is no secret that I am no mechanic/carpenter/handyman, and nowhere is that more evident than when I fiddle with my bicycle. Frankly, I'm scared of messing something up so badly that I cause my own downfall, pardon the pun. In fact, this happened to me a few years ago! Oh dear, and I seem to be still daring fate by not wearing my helmet. What a nut I am!

Right, I was talking about Thanksgiving. Well, I had meant to mention that apparently I've been losing weight! Nut is right. Time to get back into working out. I seem to be putting off a lot of things, these days. Floating along, fairly aimlessly, each day wasted, each night cursing my day, going to bed resolving all the stronger to change, to do what I gotta do. I mean, if I were to die right now I would be quite unsatisfied with the way things turned out. Oh man how very depressing!

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