A Meltdown for the Ages
Monday night, I pulled out the old SuperJoy III, the biggest rip-off in video game history.  It is this rip-off of a N64 controller (with immobile joystick) that has about 250 different classic video games, all of which have slightly different names or features than the originals.  You just plug the controller into the VCR and play away.  Well, Monday, Amanda stopped by and we played one of my favorites, the original Nintendo Golf.  Neither one of us were doing very well.  Going into the 18th hole, I held a 10-stroke lead.  I was 40 over par; she was 50.  The game was all but over.  All I had to do was make sure I didn’t lose ten strokes off my game on that last hole and I would win.  But for some reason I will never know, I could not hit the ball where it was supposed to go.  I ended up with 18 strokes on that last hole, and lost to Amanda by one, 54-53.  Amanda brushed it off like it was no big deal.  I was furious though.  That has to go down in Nintendo Golf history as one of the all-time worst chokes ever!  Amanda just couldn’t believe that I would get so worked up over some stupid game.  If she hasn’t learned yet, she has now: nothing makes me angrier than losing some sort of competition, especially when I blow a huge lead like that!

Another Madison Mystery
Madison is a town of about 6,500 people.  There are ten different places in this town to get a haircut.  I would guess the average person in this town gets four haircuts a year.  Yet in order to get an appointment at one of these places, you have to call days in advance.  There is no such thing as a walk-in.  Monday morning, I determined I needed a haircut.  I called the place I always go, Impressions.  They were booked for an entire week.  So I called a place across the street from Jake’s, Hair 109.  They too were booked for days.  So I looked online for places in town.  I came across Shear Design, and gave them a call.  Nope, they too were booked till Thursday.  I called another place, and they too were booked till Thursday.  Okay, that was four different hair places in a small town, and not one of them has time for a fifteen minute haircut within the two days I had hoped.  Finally, I found a place called Hair Happenings, which is based in a woman’s house a few blocks from here, and got an appointment for 12:30 today.  I was just stunned at how ridiculous of a process it was for me to get that appointment.

Minneapolis Bound
With aspirations of moving to the Twin Cities in January, Nick Sandbulte and I are heading east on Wednesday to check out apartments in the Bloomington area.  My hope was to find a place in the $800 range that was also close to the light rail that runs along Hiawatha.  I thought it would be really nice to just be able to walk down the street, hop on the train, and forget about driving every time I wanted to go to a game, or potentially even to work.  Plans are to meet up with the old gang, too, including Travis Bolton, Liz Burke, Patrick, and Jason.  We’ll probably spend the night Wednesday, check out apartments Thursday, and come back that night.  But we’ll see how things go.  I noticed the Timberwolves have a home game Wednesday night, but that was just a thought and I doubt I’ll go to it.

Well that’s all for Tuesday.  Wish me well on my journey to Minneapolis so I can make it back for Christmas safe and sound.

Ryan