Olympic Fever
"Some beach volleyball competitions, including the Olympics, have rules restricting the maximum size of uniforms." -Beach Volleyball entry, Wikipedia
It's the Olympics. Both external hard drives are in the den hooked up to the Vista Media Center computer: one adding extra NBC HD recording space, the other handling giant caches for the NBC Olympics on the Go plugin downloading hours and hours and hours of video of coverage.
Yeah, we're a little nuts when it comes to the Olympics. We can't really say we're sports fans; we're full-blown Olympic hypocrites. During the year, we barely watch the two sports we occasionally care about (football and gymnastics, with the stereotype assignment) but during the Olympics suddenly we're talking swimming like it's best thing ever, and offering Really Deep Insights into synchronized diving. Unfortunately, this has a downside we've never had before:
We have a kid.
I know, Asher was around during the 2006 Olympics, but we could just leave the Olympics on and he basically didn't notice (also, at the time, the only HD in the house was on the computer, so it was easier for him to ignore.) Now, of course, he sees this development as candy coated poison; it's TV, but it's not his TV. He was very excited about swimming for the first five minutes. Of course, we've probably watched several hours since then.
It is nice (even if he doesn't know it yet) to be alive in a time when you can, for instance, watch Olympic volleyball and ask Wikipedia about that strange person in the other color uniform. Hooray for the computer interweb!
For those who've been worrying/praying, we're gonna try Fellowship Community Church for a while. I met with the Pastor for about an hour and a half yesterday, and our conversation confirmed a lot of things Sharon and I have felt about the church.
So, it seems things are lining up for the fall; Asher is happy with the YMCA day care, I'm flying back for my first visit back to Jump next week, and Sharon's got her password, so she can get her volumes of email from Grove City College. This is the way life is gonna look here this year, and I think it's gonna work.
It's the Olympics. Both external hard drives are in the den hooked up to the Vista Media Center computer: one adding extra NBC HD recording space, the other handling giant caches for the NBC Olympics on the Go plugin downloading hours and hours and hours of video of coverage.
Yeah, we're a little nuts when it comes to the Olympics. We can't really say we're sports fans; we're full-blown Olympic hypocrites. During the year, we barely watch the two sports we occasionally care about (football and gymnastics, with the stereotype assignment) but during the Olympics suddenly we're talking swimming like it's best thing ever, and offering Really Deep Insights into synchronized diving. Unfortunately, this has a downside we've never had before:
We have a kid.
I know, Asher was around during the 2006 Olympics, but we could just leave the Olympics on and he basically didn't notice (also, at the time, the only HD in the house was on the computer, so it was easier for him to ignore.) Now, of course, he sees this development as candy coated poison; it's TV, but it's not his TV. He was very excited about swimming for the first five minutes. Of course, we've probably watched several hours since then.
It is nice (even if he doesn't know it yet) to be alive in a time when you can, for instance, watch Olympic volleyball and ask Wikipedia about that strange person in the other color uniform. Hooray for the computer interweb!
For those who've been worrying/praying, we're gonna try Fellowship Community Church for a while. I met with the Pastor for about an hour and a half yesterday, and our conversation confirmed a lot of things Sharon and I have felt about the church.
So, it seems things are lining up for the fall; Asher is happy with the YMCA day care, I'm flying back for my first visit back to Jump next week, and Sharon's got her password, so she can get her volumes of email from Grove City College. This is the way life is gonna look here this year, and I think it's gonna work.
2 Comments:
Yeah, I'm completely with you on the whole Olympic hypocrisy thing. I can't even spell sprots most of the year, but now I have many hours of media spooling up on digital devices.
Asher will just ask why you had to go through all that trouble back before the media was beamed DIRECTLY INTO YOUR BRAIN (a future I could perhaps do without).
Olympic beach volleyball: too much beach, not enough volleyball. And I'm glad Wikipedia called out the music playing in the background -- it's just odd.
Oh yeah, and a happy day to you, Sharon! It's the start of a new year, and I hope that it's a great one.
Unfortunately, Randy's comment pointed out to me that, yes, I posted from Sharon's computer and thus this one says it's from Sharon, but it's actually from me. Sorry, everybody.
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