August 29, 2004

Fountains of Wayne

So I just listened to Stacy's Mom by Fountains of Wayne. I think everyone reading this should immediately do whatever it takes to listen to this song, and then play air guitar while singing along.....

ever since your dad walked out
She could use a guy like me

Stacy's Mom has got it goin' on
She's all I want, and I've waited for so long
Stacy can't you see, you're just not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong, but I'm in love with Stacy's mom

Last Olympic Post, probably

The U.S. Wrestlers walked away from Athens with six medals. One gold, three silvers, and two bronze. Not a bad haul, if you ask me, though I think they were aiming for more. If you look at the media predictions before the games, though, you can see they vastly outperformed expectations both of the American and international wrestling press. Jamill Kelly was likely the biggest surprise, as he never won a state or national championship, and was a newcomer to the international scene. This may have worked to his advantage, as there was little available scouting on the unorthodox former Oklahoma State Cowboy. For all the grief the officials rightly received in these games, they made the right call in Kelly's semifinal match to correctly award him the winning points in overtime.

August 28, 2004

Good Show

I was happy that NBC decided to show Cael Sanderson's match tonight in prime time. He added one more accolade to his trophy case by capping his Olympics with a gold medal at 84kg. He looked good in the finals, which is a plus, since he wrestled a very poor tactical match in the pool competition. Lucky for him, he was simply superior to that opponent. He can put that gold medal right next to his four NCAA Outstanding Wrestler awards.

On the complete opposite end of the spectrum is Nate Ackerman. I have no idea why his match made it on TV earlier today, but it did. Nate represented Great Britain at these games after getting a wildcard from FILA, for some reason. He is easily the worst wrestler I've ever seen in a televised match. The Armenian competing against him totally outclassed Ackerman. Of course, if I had the opportunity, I'd wrestle in the Olympics, too, and his badness was definitely only in comparison to the Olympic level competition, which is somewhere he clearly did not belong. Calling him a bad wrestler would be a mistake, but calling him the least accomplished Olympic wrestler in the competition would not.

August 26, 2004

Needs to be said

Are Janet and I the only ones who think Lauryn Williams of 100m silver medal fame looks for all the world like a 15 year old boy? Is it wrong to think this? What if it's true?

August 25, 2004

Perfect Potstickers

I made these potstickers yesterday, and boy were they good. I recommend anyone who wants some deliciousness immediately give them a try. I used ground turkey instead of ground pork, but I'm sure any ground meat will work. I just froze the ones we didn't eat, and there is probably enough for two more meals in the freezer now. This is, as they say, Good Eats.

August 24, 2004

Silly Blogger

If it seems like a couple of my posts are awfully similar, it's because Blogger barfed my posts back onto the internet.

Things I think I think

Three minutes of Rulon Gardner does not satisfy me.

That Kerri Walsh is something else, eh? I particulary enjoyed the smack she gave to Misty May after they won.

I made the best potstickers you wish you could have for dinner tonight. Just like a Chinese Restaurant.

Don't look now, but I've worked out six times since last Monday.

Beach Wrestling? Beach Wrestling!?! (if you don't know...believe me that you don't want to)

Janet has an interview at a museum tomorrow. Wish her luck.

I hope class went well for the Vikster today.

Tim "Skippy" Hillner and Tim "I spell my own last name wrong" Romanoski need to update their blogs. Smalls, too.

Today, NBC showed gymnastics that didn't count. 11,000 athletes, and they show exhibitions in prime time. Almost as bad as Cranky Diving Lady.

The NC State fitness center is an absolute madhouse at 5:30pm. I suppose Messiah was like that, too, but I was always at practice. One of these days, I'll pull some strings and get to use the athletes' facilities.

Actual American Olympic first names: Dax, Stein, Muna, Guard (Guard?), Rulon, Jamill, Logan, Lashaunte'a, Breaux (Breaux?), Cael. I could go on, but people, it's ok if you don't want to name your son Tim and your daughter Emily, but let's at least use real names.

I got skipped 4 times in a row at one light on Saturday before I bagged it and skipped that stop on my errands.

Whether John Kerry is lying about Vietnam or not, does that make him any less of and all around skeevy individual?

Only 55 more payments on the MINI.

Stupid Blogger

This is a test to see if Blogger will eat yet another post. If it does....I will eat Blogger.

August 23, 2004

Stupid Blogger

Blogger just ate one of my posts, but I have no desire to retype. You can just sit and think about how good it would have been.

Stuff for Today

NBC only showed half of the gold medal match featuring Sara McMann, and it was the half she didn't score in. We got the Softball medal ceremony, though.

Janet has an interview for a part time job at a Wake County historical park on Wednesday. Good luck to her.

I ran again today, and I'm a little sore in the calves, but in better shape than last week.

FILA monkeyed with the international wrestling rules.....again. The changes take place in the season after the Olympics. One of the highlights is the new rule awarding a penalty point if your opponent steps out of bounds on his feet.

I have my second class of the semester tomorrow. I hope it continues to go well.

Paul Hamm should keep the medal and refuse to answer any more questions about it.

Good luck tomorrow for Vikki, as she gets her first taste of spoiled rich kids in her classes.

I think Yngling is the weirdest event name at all the Olympics, and no that's not a typo.

That Kerri Walsh is something else, isn't she?

Tim "Skippy" Hillner needs to update his blog; so does Tim "I prounounce my own last name wrong" Romanoski. Smalls, too, for that matter.

James is Batman, for more reasons than one.

You need to ask yourself one question: do you care whether or not John Kerry earned his medals? Isn't he pretty much the same skeevy guy with or without them?

I made tuna tonight, and I overcooked it.

I'm making potstickers tomorrow.

The N.C. State fitness center is an absolute madhouse at 5:30pm. I imagine it was like that at Messiah, but I was always at practice. One of these days I'm going to get the wrestling coach to let me use the facilities for the athletes. It's great to be special like that.

August 22, 2004

The Big O

Saw some Olympic wrestling today. There was a single match of the women's wrestling on television in the 105.5 lb. weight class. Patricia Miranda put a beating on a Venezuelan. I'm taping what should be more wrestling around 4 in the morning. Maybe I'll get more than a single match.

My first thoughts on the women's wrestling, since I'd never seen it at a high level. The only women's wrestling I'd ever seen was Rachel at Messiah, and she wasn't very slick or experienced. This was much different. Though the wrestlers were only 105 pounds, the wrestling was more like men of a much higher weight class. I attribute it to the difference in strength in speed between men and women. Her technique was very good, though, as would be expected at the highest possible levels. I'm looking forward to more, as well as the men next weekend.

August 20, 2004

Rollin' across the Plains

Man, cross country drives are the worst, aren't they? Mind you, I've never done one, but I can only imagine. I bring it up since my friend Geoff is driving from St. Helena, California, to Messiah College for the first time to kick off his senior year. He's also talked about swinging by Raleigh on the way over. What's an extra 500 miles when you've already gone 2800? This is not a drive I would take lightly, by any means. To me, it seems like the prudent thing to do is not overestimate how far you'd get each day. Sure, you can get to Raleigh from St. Helena in 4 days if you drive 12 hours a day at an average speed of 60 miles an hour, but it must take someone tougher than me to wake up on that third day after two early 12 hour driving days and hop in the car at 8 in the morning for another 2 days of craziness. Me, I'd be more likely to aim for 6 days and fewer hours and count my arrival on day 5 or early day 6 as a bonus. Geoff won't likely be doing this alone, which brings up a question I have for the readers. What is the optimum way to split up the driving on a multiday journey like this one? It's different than a single day drive where one person can pretty much just bang it out with the knowledge that at the end of the day, the journey will be complete. What I'm wondering is if recent swaps of driving are better than one person going until they can't anymore, and then the next person taking over. The first way seems better to me, but how long should the shifts be? An hour? Two hours? Longer? My thought is that switching every two hours would work pretty well, since there isn't enough time for driving fatigue to set in, and then there is a two hour break. Of course, part of this involves the non-driver being allowed to do whatever he wants while he isn't driving. None of this making the other person stay awake for you. Of course, the temperature control always belongs ultimately to the driver. I'd like some comments on this, so send me an email or leave it in the guestbook if you don't have my email. I'd put my email on here, but then I would be inundated with junk after some robot reads the address.

August 19, 2004

Wrestling Like Baseball

Only in that both have such wide arrays of sizes and bodytypes. Wrestling, though, is a rare sport in that a person can have great success without winning the genetic lottery. Heck, I won almost 300 matches between high school and college, and I'm no one's idea of a genetic freak. I was just a guy with above average athleticism and great technique. My teammate Tanner, on the other hand, didn't quite have the experience or the technique, but he probably only wrestled one or two guys in his whole college career that were stronger than him. We both got to wrestle, and we both got to win, even though no one would ever confuse our styles. He would overpower and outwork a lot of guys, while I had the dizzying array of moves. Ok, dizzying might be pushing it, but you get my drift. It's a great sport that is less dependent on your genes than your ability to adapt a style to your body and technical ability. I just wish I could see more of it on television. The only current wrestling scheduled for prime time is the Greco-Roman heavyweight match, in anticipation of a repeat performance by Rulon Gardner. Unfortunately, there is likely no more boring match to watch than Greco-Roman heavyweights. If it weren't for all the positive press in Sydney, I would have said Gardner's match against the Russian was bad for the sport in the sense that almost nothing happened the whole time, and even I didn't quite understand how Rulon scored the match-winning point, though I was one of the 14 people in the country watching who understood the commentators' (admittedly murky) explanation. It was not the kind of match that builds support for the sport. It's tough for the Americans, too, because the international wrestling community is out to get the American wrestlers for some reason. Nearly every major rule change of the past 20 years has at its heart a way to make life difficult for American wrestlers, and I'm not saying anything controversial by stating it. If you combine that with the general superiority of the Russians in the sport, it's a tall order to win a gold medal for an American wrestler, and the 5 minutes of it they may show in prime time is well worth the watch.

August 18, 2004

Mad at NBC

Why can't they show the Olympics at a normal hour? Why must everything be stretched out? Why do they tell me what Michael Phelps eats for breakfast? Why do they think I want to see a swimming semifinal? Why do they show a swimming semifinal with no Americans in it, but wrestling is only on at 4 in the morning?

I would watch Paul Hamm go at it in gymnastics, but I have to get up and go to work tomorrow. Thank goodness for the internet. He's Hammtastic!

August 17, 2004


I'm back from vacation, so you can all relax.

It may be Fiery Foods Week on the Food Network, but it's Battery Week in the life of Andy and Janet. First, we're on our way back from Lake Champlain and the battery light comes on in the Kraft's 1993 Saab 900S (one of the ugliest cars ever made, mind you). Janet, smart little girl that she is, checks the manual to find out that this means the battery is no longer being charged by the alternator. After some other uninteresting events, we get into town with Janet's dad following us and the headlights take a turn for the worse, though the engine is still running. He's driving next to me with his lights on, and we hope to make it home. Eventually, the battery totally dies, which causes a big stall since the fuel pump won't go anymore. We got a new battery and everything was fine, though we'd have made it home if it were daytime and we didn't need the headlights the whole way home from Burlington. Then, Monday morning rolls around, and I get a phone call from a frantic Janet telling me the car won't start, the power locks are no good, and the stupid inspection people left the parking lights on, which drains the battery, since they've been on since last Friday without us noticing since we were gone in the Green Mountain State. The long and the short of it is that it's good to have AAA, since they came and charged the battery and everything is fine.

As a sidelight, did you know that AAA doesn't stand for anything anymore. It's the same as AARP and KFC. Used to mean something, now it's just a jumble of letters.

August 6, 2004

Fair Warning

I'm going to Vermont on vacation tonight, and Tim Hillner better have more than three posts when I get back, or else his link in my blog will disappear like so many Fox sitcoms.

August 3, 2004

I won a mountain bike

You see, the cafeteria at work had a little drawing for the past few weeks. Anyone who bought a Coke product could fill out a little card and be entered in the drawing for a bright blue mountain bike. One day, I figured my odds would be pretty good in this moderately sized drawing, so I bought a Coke and filled out my card. Today there was the drawing, and my name came up. I am now the proud owner of a blue 18 speed bike. It's not exactly the highest quality, but it will do. Maybe I'll sell it on eBay or something. We'll see. Anyhow, there was no way this thing was fitting in my car, so Richard put the bike in his truck and we drove it home over lunch. It is now in the kitchen, awaiting me to find it a better place to stay for now.

Oh, and since I went in to work at 7 today for a meeting, I left at 4 and drove to the NCSU wrestling room, just to see if I could be on the mat by 4:30 once the season starts. Turns out I can, and the coaches would be willing to have me, so it looks like I may be coming in at 7 once the school year starts so I can practice three days a week. The other two days I have class, so maybe I'll just try to help out in the office if they need me.

August 2, 2004

Happy Anniversary

Happy Anniversary to my wife, Janet. Ok, so I'm involved, too, but that's a minor detail, though she did get me The Best of Will Ferrell on DVD. Let's just say, I've got a fever, and the only perscription is more cowbell. I'll be exploring the studio space with this blog, and by the way, I drive a Dodge Stratus! We went out to a Mongolian grill tonight. It is called Crazy Fire, which is a good name. If you ever have the chance to hit up a Mongolian grill, do it. It's totally hands on, but they keep you safely away from the heat, so it's not like a Korean barbecue, which has the little grill right in the table. Anyhow, it's been a good, if eventful year, which included all of the following:
1. Maid of Honor Honor Hingston takes a header into the piano at North Springfield Advent Christian Church of North Springfield, Vermont
2. Wedding reception on a train
3. Frantic move, the day after the wedding, no less, 16 hours south to the capital of the Old North State. Never, ever move the day after your wedding. Just trust me.
4. Move into a tinty apartment that, thankfully, Liz is the only who's seen it
5. I begin graduate school, which consists of me, two other Americans, and the entire population of Bangalore, some of whom occasionally speak English
6. Janet starts work at Barnes & Noble, then the NCSU Library Media center, featuring two employees with a tenuous grasp of the English language
7. We both decide we like it better when everyone in America, for crying out loud, can speak some form of Midwestern English
8. I decide to bag this full time grad school nonsense and get a job as an electronics engineer for Infineon Technologies, manufacturers of fine DRAM the world over
9. I register for one class to see if one at a time is the better way to go here
10. Janet registers for her first Public History class, thus triumphantly deciding between Library Science and Public History
11. I invest in the stock market (Code Orange, Code Orange!!!)
12. We endure endless waves of relatives and friends, beginning with 9 Messiah students, two of whom we'd met before, and culminating with a visit from my parents. In between, we hosted two strangers from Montana, Grandma and her chair, and Janet's parents.
13. PJ the cat joins the family, promptly gets an ear infection, yeast, and ear mites all at the same time. We medicate her and she's never felt better.
14. We got out to eat at the Mongolian Grill for our anniversary. That night, I turn to Janet and say, "We have to make a lunch." To which she replies, as she does every night, "Don't talk about it."

August 1, 2004

More Nomar

Let me go on the record stating that this was a great trade for the Red Sox. They could either flip Nomar for some useful players and let someone else deal with the hassle of signing his next contract, or they could keep him, let him sulk all season, and if they made the playoffs, he could choke once again. Frankly, I'll let the Wrigley faithful deal with him in October when he grounds into a double play with the bases loaded and one out. Props to Theo Epstein for getting something of value in return, though I can't wait to hear the Boston crowd try to say Mientkiewicz for the rest of the season. Oh yeah, Vikki, it's pronounced mint-KAY-vitch.

If Nomar really wanted to spend the rest of his career in Boston, he would have signed that contract for 4 yrs/60 mill, back when the Sox were willing to overpay for him by that much. It's a hard pill for the Boston fans to swallow losing a player whose name they could so ludicrously mispronounce, but by all accounts, we're looking at a player who is clearly in his decline phase, not to mention one who can't stay healthy. The next step after this season is deciding what to do with their other high priced sulker who looks to be in his decline phase: Pedro Martinez.