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Tuesday we decided to head out and try a new restaurant, and go mini golfing. When we got to Pirate's Cove, I turned to Steph and proposed that we play competitively - loser pays for dinner. She agreed. I won by a very slim margin - in fact she was up by the end of the first game.
We went to Blue Moose, a place that we've seen all the time but had never been to. I don't have a picture online at the moment, but the reason we always notice it is the robot/steampunk moose they've got sitting out front. Metal plating, eyes replaced with a visor that looks more at home on a walker of some sort in Star Wars, some pipes and gauges. "Robo Moose," we called the place, since we could never remember its actual name. It's good - good service, nice atmosphere, good food, reasonable prices. What we hoped for out of Ginny Rae's but didn't get (though we've decided we'll give that one another try, our one experience - in a rush, too* - wasn't that great.)
Following are two things I posted to facebook, one while we were at Blue Moose.
Seated behind me... in this restaurant... a father is telling his son... a very important lesson... about Area 51. Not once... has he even uttured the word... "alien".
It is taking every ounce of willpower I have... not to turn around... and proclaim, "The gummint is cov'rin it up! They's aliens dere! ALIENS, I tells ya!"
It was suggested to me, though I didn't read it until I was already home, that I should re-enact the dinner scene from Alien. Instead, I bled this insane urge off slowly by doing this to Steph repeatedly.
It's not really the Dad's fault, but he had one of those voices, maybe how he was projecting, that made me want to screw with him. When he told his kid not to run, I wanted to get up and run for the bathroom, too.
For the second thing, ...sometimes I'm amused at the rate at which technology seems to leave my father in the dust, especially considering that he's the one that got me into computers in the first place. Or maybe it's the uneven rate it does so.
We were playing Dragon Nest last night, while conversing over Skype; me, Steph, Tiger and Dad. We have this thing where if someone says something dumb, they should get smacked; when I lived at home, I'd be the one smacking Dad. Steph ends up smacking me at times. Friendly bop on the head.
Dad said something last night as per usual. I asked if Jennifer was home; he said yeah, but that she was up in her room. So while I kept my headset on for Skype, I slipped my cell phone under my headset - something that Dad never anticipated for some reason. "Hey Jen?" I say.
"Hey!" I hear in protest from my other ear.
My Dad - comfortable with MMORPGs, active in a 200+ member coalition on another MMO game, comfortable with programs like TeamSpeak and Skype. Confounded by the existence of cellular phones.
(Dad lucked out; Jen was busy, probably playing League of Legends or something working on stuff for STGC.)
*Never mentioned it I guess, but it was on the way out for FragFest last fall.
We went to Blue Moose, a place that we've seen all the time but had never been to. I don't have a picture online at the moment, but the reason we always notice it is the robot/steampunk moose they've got sitting out front. Metal plating, eyes replaced with a visor that looks more at home on a walker of some sort in Star Wars, some pipes and gauges. "Robo Moose," we called the place, since we could never remember its actual name. It's good - good service, nice atmosphere, good food, reasonable prices. What we hoped for out of Ginny Rae's but didn't get (though we've decided we'll give that one another try, our one experience - in a rush, too* - wasn't that great.)
Following are two things I posted to facebook, one while we were at Blue Moose.
Seated behind me... in this restaurant... a father is telling his son... a very important lesson... about Area 51. Not once... has he even uttured the word... "alien".
It is taking every ounce of willpower I have... not to turn around... and proclaim, "The gummint is cov'rin it up! They's aliens dere! ALIENS, I tells ya!"
It was suggested to me, though I didn't read it until I was already home, that I should re-enact the dinner scene from Alien. Instead, I bled this insane urge off slowly by doing this to Steph repeatedly.
It's not really the Dad's fault, but he had one of those voices, maybe how he was projecting, that made me want to screw with him. When he told his kid not to run, I wanted to get up and run for the bathroom, too.
For the second thing, ...sometimes I'm amused at the rate at which technology seems to leave my father in the dust, especially considering that he's the one that got me into computers in the first place. Or maybe it's the uneven rate it does so.
We were playing Dragon Nest last night, while conversing over Skype; me, Steph, Tiger and Dad. We have this thing where if someone says something dumb, they should get smacked; when I lived at home, I'd be the one smacking Dad. Steph ends up smacking me at times. Friendly bop on the head.
Dad said something last night as per usual. I asked if Jennifer was home; he said yeah, but that she was up in her room. So while I kept my headset on for Skype, I slipped my cell phone under my headset - something that Dad never anticipated for some reason. "Hey Jen?" I say.
"Hey!" I hear in protest from my other ear.
My Dad - comfortable with MMORPGs, active in a 200+ member coalition on another MMO game, comfortable with programs like TeamSpeak and Skype. Confounded by the existence of cellular phones.
(Dad lucked out; Jen was busy, probably playing League of Legends or something working on stuff for STGC.)
*Never mentioned it I guess, but it was on the way out for FragFest last fall.