whoa, they've gone clue!
Erik and I went up to Flagstaff and hiked up Mt. Humphreys. We stayed overnight and returned today.
THAT"S WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED.
BUT HOW ABOUT THIS?
We did set out to hike up mount Humphreys. All 12 thousand plus ungodly feet of it. However, weather intervened (in the form of a lightning storm) and we did not reach the summit. We did, however, crest 12000 feet (lord, that's a lot of feet). Lots of pictures were taken, the most significant (in my opinion) being this:
Yes, that is the highest Bud's Broiler cup ever. I'd bet on it. I was enjoying New Orleans' original at 12k feet. I imagine I would have had trouble securing the 69 cent refill with my purchase of a sandwich and fries though, being 12000 feet above and approximately 1500 miles away from the nearest Bud's Broiler. It's still somewhat cool to contemplate, though.
We also went by NAU (with our requisite ASU gear) and walked around for a while. Highlight was sneaking into the stadium, named in a feat of non-creativity the Skydome. Come on, that one's already taken. Immediately upon seeing the world's largest timber dome, however, I termed the structure the Lumberdome. Erik concurred that this was, in fact, a better name--seeing as their mascot is the LUMBERjack and the dome happens to be made of LUMBER. I feel that this is such a great idea that I am going to write a letter to NAU telling them so. I imagine it will go something like this:
Dear Sir or Madam:
My associate and I recently visited your lovely campus and thoroughly enjoyed our visit. We couldn't help but be galled, however, by the striking unoriginality of the stadium's name: the "Skydome." Besides being already taken by the fair city of Toronto, this name does not relate well to the university or the city in which it is situated. Fortunately, we have created a far superior name: "Lumberdome." This name works on a multiplicity of levels. First, it pays tribute to the logging heritage of which Flagstaff is so rightly proud. Second, it refers quite cleverly to the team mascot, the lumberjack. Third, it highlights that the dome, which is made of lumber, is the world's largest timber dome. Fourth, through the magic of rhyme and dubbing, such a name would allow the use of both inspirational and intimidating sound bites from the excellent film "Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome" during team introductions. I trust you see the merit in this proposed renaming.
Good, don't you think? I bet it will work. Then we came back to the house.
BUT HERE'S WHAT REALLY HAPPENED . . .
Most (ok almost all except that very last bit) of what I just said, but with the added wrinkle of the car failing after the sojourn at NAU (which Erik and I decided was Bizarro World--where everything is the exact opposite of Tempe and ASU). We ended up sitting in a parking lot after a lengthy troubleshooting session wondering what could be wrong. We thought fuel, and Erik suggested throttle position sensor. Owning an A2 volkswagen as I do, I immediately said Mass Airflow Sensor in response. We both rejected that idea however, as no vehicle could possibly need both a TPS and a MAF. We would have checked anyway, but it was dark and we were tired from hiking up a flipping mountain (which, quite frankly, was bumping up against the limits of my endurance). Cut to Sunday at the shop (interactions wherein made me feel distinctly like Silent Bob)--they eventually, emphasis on eventually, diagnosed a MAF problem. Wait a minute, we understand those! So then, as is our own particular idiom (a quote bandied about quite a bit on this excursion), we caused the broken bit to become a repaired bit and drove back to Mesa.
So that's it for that.
But, I have also decided to take up Shaun's challenge of creating the second all-haiku college football predictions. Stay tuned for this week's top 25 predictions.
THAT"S WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED.
BUT HOW ABOUT THIS?
We did set out to hike up mount Humphreys. All 12 thousand plus ungodly feet of it. However, weather intervened (in the form of a lightning storm) and we did not reach the summit. We did, however, crest 12000 feet (lord, that's a lot of feet). Lots of pictures were taken, the most significant (in my opinion) being this:
Yes, that is the highest Bud's Broiler cup ever. I'd bet on it. I was enjoying New Orleans' original at 12k feet. I imagine I would have had trouble securing the 69 cent refill with my purchase of a sandwich and fries though, being 12000 feet above and approximately 1500 miles away from the nearest Bud's Broiler. It's still somewhat cool to contemplate, though.
We also went by NAU (with our requisite ASU gear) and walked around for a while. Highlight was sneaking into the stadium, named in a feat of non-creativity the Skydome. Come on, that one's already taken. Immediately upon seeing the world's largest timber dome, however, I termed the structure the Lumberdome. Erik concurred that this was, in fact, a better name--seeing as their mascot is the LUMBERjack and the dome happens to be made of LUMBER. I feel that this is such a great idea that I am going to write a letter to NAU telling them so. I imagine it will go something like this:
Dear Sir or Madam:
My associate and I recently visited your lovely campus and thoroughly enjoyed our visit. We couldn't help but be galled, however, by the striking unoriginality of the stadium's name: the "Skydome." Besides being already taken by the fair city of Toronto, this name does not relate well to the university or the city in which it is situated. Fortunately, we have created a far superior name: "Lumberdome." This name works on a multiplicity of levels. First, it pays tribute to the logging heritage of which Flagstaff is so rightly proud. Second, it refers quite cleverly to the team mascot, the lumberjack. Third, it highlights that the dome, which is made of lumber, is the world's largest timber dome. Fourth, through the magic of rhyme and dubbing, such a name would allow the use of both inspirational and intimidating sound bites from the excellent film "Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome" during team introductions. I trust you see the merit in this proposed renaming.
Good, don't you think? I bet it will work. Then we came back to the house.
BUT HERE'S WHAT REALLY HAPPENED . . .
Most (ok almost all except that very last bit) of what I just said, but with the added wrinkle of the car failing after the sojourn at NAU (which Erik and I decided was Bizarro World--where everything is the exact opposite of Tempe and ASU). We ended up sitting in a parking lot after a lengthy troubleshooting session wondering what could be wrong. We thought fuel, and Erik suggested throttle position sensor. Owning an A2 volkswagen as I do, I immediately said Mass Airflow Sensor in response. We both rejected that idea however, as no vehicle could possibly need both a TPS and a MAF. We would have checked anyway, but it was dark and we were tired from hiking up a flipping mountain (which, quite frankly, was bumping up against the limits of my endurance). Cut to Sunday at the shop (interactions wherein made me feel distinctly like Silent Bob)--they eventually, emphasis on eventually, diagnosed a MAF problem. Wait a minute, we understand those! So then, as is our own particular idiom (a quote bandied about quite a bit on this excursion), we caused the broken bit to become a repaired bit and drove back to Mesa.
So that's it for that.
But, I have also decided to take up Shaun's challenge of creating the second all-haiku college football predictions. Stay tuned for this week's top 25 predictions.