Somehow, ultimate frisbee got a bad rap on Fark.com. Is it a stereotype that disc players have trouble finding dates? I’d never heard that one before, nor had many of the folks on Fark (except the guy who submitted the story), and it was nice to see a bunch of people (including quite a few who don’t actually play themselves) come to the defense of the sport in the ensuing discussion.
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Danielle & I hosted a very successful dinner party last night for Rif & Anna’s birthdays (a success other than the part where I got spattered with hot oil, anyway). We made this recipe, along with couscous and a great candied parsnip dish. Danielle made another beautiful cake (her last creation with Anna is here), and a good time was had by all.
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The irony of the weather situation has not passed me by – I’m headed out to Seattle for a frisbee tournament at the end of the week, and the weather there promises to be so much better than it’s been in Boston.
My dark, dirty past is coming out this week. Well, I guess it depends on your definitions of “dark” and “dirty,” but the event under question here is my less-than-starring role in the movie Major League II.
My friend Ben was a bit of an actor in high school, so much so that he actually had an agent. One of the gigs Ben got was to be an extra in this movie, and he brought me along. Ben’s dad drove us up to Baltimore from DC, and we got to Camden Yards sometime in the morning on a Saturday or Sunday. We didn’t finish filming until about four in the morning, when they would’ve had to start paying us overtime if they’d kept us any longer (we did exceed the amount of time they were allowed to keep us without feeding us, though, so we chowed down on some Major League donuts).
Most of the scenes were wide-angle, most-of-the-crowd type shots, but somehow Ben and I were selected to be in the closeup shot at the very end of the movie. The director must’ve reshot the scene a good fifty times, and actually thought he might want to do more the next day. Well, Ben & I couldn’t make it back for the other shooting, so they borrowed our shirts and gave us MLII shirts as loaners. For a while, I even kept the stationery they used to write us thank-you notes when they returned our shirts. They either didn’t end up reshooting or used the footage from the first day, ’cause we’re in the movie, as you can see below.
Somehow, this all came up in conversation the other day with my co-worker. She was astonished that I didn’t actually own the movie (it’s hardly worth the media it would come on), and promptly paid a visit to Blockbuster to rent the DVD. Courtesy of Kerry, here are two screen shots of my brilliant on-screen appearance:
Yep, that’s me in the upper left above.
Me and Ben on the far right.
Two things to note. First, I have no recollection of what the heck I was doing with my hands in the first picture. Second, I swear, big glasses were all the rage back then.
I picked up a few books and a CD at lunchtime today. I’m looking forward to using The Complete Illustrated Guide to Furniture and Cabinet Construction and have heard good things about Everything is Illuminated. And, to top it off, the new Radiohead album is sweet.
I used my credit card to pay for my purchases at the store. I’ve had it for quite a number of years, now, and it’s been swiped so many times that the signature on the back has been quite neatly removed. As in, you can’t see that there was ever anything written there in the first place. As my receipt (the one I had to sign) was printing, the clerk examined the back of the card quite thoroughly. I signed my receipt and he scrutinized my signature on paper and checked the back of the card. The one without any kind of writing or indication of a signature. He proceeded to “check my signature” by holding the two items (receipt and card) up next to one another. He didn’t say a word during the whole process, and let me go no problem. Weird? Yes.
I saw Spellbound last night – it’s a great documentary that follows eight kids through their regional spelling bees to the 1997 national competition. It’s quite funny and entertaining, as well as being a nice “slice of life” film documenting quite a few different ways of living in this country. Only a few times does it push its message to hard, and the rest of the time it’s relaxed enough to let the kids and parents speak for themselves. Definitely check it out.