0 A.D.

I haven't truly loved a video game since Myth 2: Soulblighter, Bungie's magnum opus. The open-source 0 A.D. shows promise, though I waited years for Spore only to watch EA ruin it. And there are no Dwarfs lobbing bombs, so.

I Apologize....

If I de-friended you on Facebook and you noticed, it wasn't personal. I was mostly under the influence of alcohol and one of my sisters. Call it The Great Friend Culling of 2009.

Swimming: Day 7

A mile in 49:42, a 38-second gain, despite a cranky wrist from yesterday's weights and sore tendons in my shins. I've ordered a waterproof stopwatch, since counting laps and remembering my start time from the wall clock keeps tripping me up.

Swimming: Day 6

Thirty-two laps, with a little forgiving rounding: that's a mile. It took a humbling 50:20, but now I can chart progress in time instead of distance. The goal is one mile in thirty minutes. Let the graphing begin.

Swimming: Day 5

Twenty laps in thirty-seven minutes, and I felt good enough to keep going. To hit the goal I need twelve more laps, seven minutes faster. Still a ways to go, but soon I get my first two data points to graph.

Swimming: Day 4

Wine with dinner put me to sleep on the couch, but vanity woke me at 3am and I made it to the pool. Sixteen laps, officially the halfway distance mark, though at half the speed I need. Not bad for the fourth trip.

Swimming: Day 3

Eleven laps before my right side gave out (it's always the right side; I may end up lopsided). The goal is now official: a mile in thirty minutes. And what are goals without presents? I've got my eye on a bone-conduction swimming mp3 player.

Swimming: Days 1 and 2

Day one: five laps with frequent breaks. Day two: eight, with less effort. A mile means thirty-two laps, so I have a long way to go, though at this rate of progress I'll be swimming many miles a day by month's end.

Ain't that always the way....

A call from my pastor: someone supposedly wreaked havoc on the church network over the weekend, allegedly an on-site intrusion. The actual crime appears to be a router reset to factory defaults. And of course, suspicion lands on me, the guy who just got back in town.

Starting Over

Signed up at the 24/7 fitness place with the pools. Last time I swam was the summer of 2005, sharing the retard lane and coveting some guy's $200 cranial mp3 player. It'll take months to get back to being disappointed with my results. I can't wait.