P is for Plastic People.

Busy, busy weekend.

On Friday we had a “team event” at work. My team consists of five peons and one overlord, and we decided a month or so ago that we’d all like to see the Bodyworlds 2 exhibit at the Great Lakes Science Center. Most of us ((All but one, who opted to drive his motorcycle and wound up having to leave before dinner.)) piled into the MVoD at noon and within moment escaped the gravitational well of the office. We had lunch at ¿Que Tal? and then it was off to the Science Center.

The exhibit was fascinating. That Gunther Gebel-Williams von Hagen is either a straight-up old school mad scientist or a stone-cold serial killer. Either way, he put together an impressive array of human cadavers that provides unprecedented insight into human anatomy. I came away amazed that the world doesn’t break us into tiny pieces on a daily basis.

After the exhibit ((We also saw Mystery of the Nile at the OMNIMAX theater. It’s the story of the first expedition to ever successfully navigate the Nile from its source to the Mediterranean Sea. It was breath-takingly beautiful and the music was excellent. I’m hoping there’s a soundtrack CD available online.)) we proceeded to the New York Spaghetti House for dinner. We all split the mozzarella marinara appetizer and I enjoyed a raspberry martini, house salad (excellent dressing), lasagna and tiramisu. It was all excellent.

HALO 2
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Saturday morning I was supposed to go cycling with Bob, but it rained, ((Well, it threatened to rain. We argued that the precipitation factor was simply too unpredictable to chance. We’ve both got caliper brakes on our bicycles, and they don’t work all that well when wet.)) so we opted to forgo the cycling in favor of breakfast at IHOP. To make up for not doing 10+ miles on the bike, I practiced my power-eating on four pancake-wrapped sausage links and a large orange juice. I’m pretty sure that qualifies as aerobic exercise.

Project Gotham Racing 2
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After breakfast, the Xbox LAN party commenced. ((While I was getting my game on, Laura and her mother spent the day shopping for porn corn. I’m told that they actually bought some sweet, juicy porn corn, too, but I won’t get to experience it until this evening.)) There was much playing of HALO 2 and Project Gotham Racing 2, which lasted until at least one wee hour of the morning. I got home at about a quarter of two on Sunday morning and was just as surprised as Laura to find me still in bed when she got home from church at one in the afternoon.

Laura and I had lunch at Red Robin, did a little shopping, then went home so I could get the printer connected to her newly-moved PC. I played a little Tetris Worlds while Laura napped, then I mowed the lawn. It was just the sort of hectic, fast-paced, action-packed day that separates our thrill-a-minute lifestyle from the mundane, humdrum existence of “normal” folks.

Apart from learning that Laura is eighteen weeks pregnant, that pretty much sums up our weekend.

5 thoughts on “P is for Plastic People.”

  1. Well, it’s good to know that someone is undergoing the unpleasant task of replenishing the nerd population.

    Well, so far it hasn’t been at all unpleasant. Any further comment on that would stray into the realm of Too Much Information (commonly referred to as “oversharing”).

    I’m not sure that the nerd population is endangered at present. Disproportionately male, certainly. The great thing about nerds is that so many of ’em are sired by non-nerds, so while the bulk of the population may never get an opportunity to procreate, their continued existence is assured by constant replenishment from outside their own ranks. It’s got a certain je ne sais Borg feel to it.

  2. To confirm what you already pointed out, the basic requirements in the pursuit of repleneshment are far from unpleasant.

    Sunday was to be a riding day for me. I prefer riding in the evening, but this getting dark well before nine is really beginning to cramp my style. Today I left just before 6.

    To qualify as aerobic, the pancake/sausage fest must raise your heart rate within the target zone for a set duration. Does it qualify due to anticipation or serving size?

    The nerd population is predominantly male for survival. Too many women would encourage inbreeding. The resulting influx of hybrid ‘Super-Nerds’ would require a balancing force. See the results of Superman/Lex Luthor or Batman/Joker for details. Not very appealing.

    The little ‘oh, by the way Laura is pregnant’ tossed in at the end as casually as extra ketchup at a Burger King drive-through is a nice touch.

    Congrats again from Myself, My Favorite Canadian and the three Broodlings.

  3. Sunday was to be a riding day for me. I prefer riding in the evening, but this getting dark well before nine is really beginning to cramp my style. Today I left just before 6.

    I really should be riding in the evenings, but I keep dredging up one excuse after another not to.

    To qualify as aerobic, the pancake/sausage fest must raise your heart rate within the target zone for a set duration. Does it qualify due to anticipation or serving size?

    I think the serving size had a lot to do with it. I had to put forth considerable effort to make it through all that food.

    The little ‘oh, by the way Laura is pregnant’ tossed in at the end as casually as extra ketchup at a Burger King drive-through is a nice touch.

    Given that the pregnancy pretty much blindsided Laura and I and then the “eighteen weeks” bit hit us like a Mack truck, I thought I should try to pass on a little of that surprise if I could.

  4. Sometimes the best surprises are literally right under our noses, eh?

    At least pleasant surprises, which seem to be few and far between.

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