Drafting stats and growing plants
Monday, September 12th, 2011 11:19 amSaturday saw me getting up at 5.00 am and leaving the house around 6.00 when
wallabok and I drove down to Bristol for the day to attend an event that makes increasingly less sense the more it is written about. That doesn’t mean that I shan’t do it again next year, rather, it just looks like a daft thing to do.
We play in an online gridiron league, you see. I played in an early iteration of the game in the late 80s and early 90s when it was handled by snail mail (I Played a lot of PBMs back then. Do any still exist?). After it folded, I thought no more about it for the next 12 years or so and then, suddenly there was notification in the post that it had been resurrected as an online game and with many of the same players. So here I am, 6 years later again about to embark upon the 13th season of Gridiron (we play 2 seasons a year).
I have to say that it is an odd way of having an annual social event – of course, a lot of the attendees stay in the hotel for 2 nights, but that seems rather expensive to me, so I just travel down to Bristol for the day. That’s rather awkward by public transport but since we have moved to Ilford, I have been lucky enough to cadge a lift there and back, so we can be present while we pick our random set of statistics for the next 6 months. It’s good to meet people and to chat, but it does seem an odd thing to do even to me.
I was knackered by the time we got back to Ilford at about 19.10 in the evening. I believe I dozed in the car for a half hour or so. I wasn’t conscious of doing so (if that makes any sense), but we were listening to the football on the radio and I recall listening to the kick off and then the score was 0-3 with about 15 minutes to half time. Mulder would have approved and stopped to spray paint an X on the road. Or not; it was a motorway after all.
Yesterday saw me have a lie in followed by a planning session with Furtle, whereby we made rudimentary attempts with scribbled maps to work out what we are going to plant in the garden, where we are going to plant it and when, so that we can try and create a garden in 2012 where there is always something growing and where new plants start sprouting as others come to the end of their cycle. After that we went out and planted stuff and pulled weeds and failed plants. Over the next few weeks we will be doing rather more as autumn progresses. The focus now will be to find something that gives a bit of greenery and/or other colour over the winter.
I suppose I should do some work, now. Boo Hiss.
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We play in an online gridiron league, you see. I played in an early iteration of the game in the late 80s and early 90s when it was handled by snail mail (I Played a lot of PBMs back then. Do any still exist?). After it folded, I thought no more about it for the next 12 years or so and then, suddenly there was notification in the post that it had been resurrected as an online game and with many of the same players. So here I am, 6 years later again about to embark upon the 13th season of Gridiron (we play 2 seasons a year).
I have to say that it is an odd way of having an annual social event – of course, a lot of the attendees stay in the hotel for 2 nights, but that seems rather expensive to me, so I just travel down to Bristol for the day. That’s rather awkward by public transport but since we have moved to Ilford, I have been lucky enough to cadge a lift there and back, so we can be present while we pick our random set of statistics for the next 6 months. It’s good to meet people and to chat, but it does seem an odd thing to do even to me.
I was knackered by the time we got back to Ilford at about 19.10 in the evening. I believe I dozed in the car for a half hour or so. I wasn’t conscious of doing so (if that makes any sense), but we were listening to the football on the radio and I recall listening to the kick off and then the score was 0-3 with about 15 minutes to half time. Mulder would have approved and stopped to spray paint an X on the road. Or not; it was a motorway after all.
Yesterday saw me have a lie in followed by a planning session with Furtle, whereby we made rudimentary attempts with scribbled maps to work out what we are going to plant in the garden, where we are going to plant it and when, so that we can try and create a garden in 2012 where there is always something growing and where new plants start sprouting as others come to the end of their cycle. After that we went out and planted stuff and pulled weeds and failed plants. Over the next few weeks we will be doing rather more as autumn progresses. The focus now will be to find something that gives a bit of greenery and/or other colour over the winter.
I suppose I should do some work, now. Boo Hiss.