The 2018-2019 Broadway season has begun at the Paramount Theatre in Aurora with Legally Blonde: the Musical. While I’ve never seen the movie, I had some general knowledge of the plot before we went to the show last weekend. Not knowing the specifics, I was fairly entertained by the show, even with the bits that I felt were obviously predictable from the beginning.
Elle, in addition to being a flighty blonde, is upbeat and starts with the absolution conviction that she can follow her ex-boyfriend to Harvard Law School and succeed, despite her total lack of interest in law or serious studies. She is assisted by her sorority sisters throughout, both in real life and versions of them in her head (singing as a Greek chorus), and by friends she makes once she arrives at Harvard.
She goes head-to-head with her ex-boyfriend, his new girlfriend, and one of her law professors, none of whom believe she has a chance of graduating, much less landing one of the four internships offered by the professor. The only people on her side are Emmett, the professor’s assistant, and Paulette, a beautician she meets when she considers going brunette to convince people she’s serious about law school.
This show was a delightful start to the season. I’m looking forward to see their interpretation of The Wizard of Oz in November.
I have found at my new job, working in a smaller office space, that I walk less than I used to. Given that I have a desk job, I already don’t move enough during the day. I was occasionally walking before lunch at my old job, but needed some extra push to get there at my new job.
On a Pokemon Go hunt with a few critters around me.
Enter Pokémon Go, which I installed when it first came out, then ignored for about two years. I recently re-installed it on my new(-er… just under two years) phone, and logged in. I initially installed it for parenting reasons… checking to see if it was appropriate for my daughter to play. I think I reached level 3 before giving up; I had a new house and things to do here (unpack, assemble furniture, repeat as needed), as well as a job and karate. When I upgraded my phone a couple months later, I didn’t bother re-installing it. Until now.
I walked at lunch a couple days, but found I needed a bit more of a stretch, and something to make it more interesting, since I was walking the same loop each time. By installing Pokémon Go, I’m encouraging myself to walk farther – the nearest in game stops and gyms are close to a mile away. On the other hand, I can’t really walk that far at lunch and still have time to eat… so I do that walk on mornings when I have a bit of free time before work (due to my shorter commute). When I only have time for a shorter walk, the old loop still works for hunting Pokémon, I just have to be careful not to run out of pokéballs, which you need to catch the critters. You can pick up more of those at gyms, stops, and in gifts from your friends. In each of those cases, the selection of items is random. The random selection at stops and gyms also includes gifts that you can send to friends. Every gift exchange increases your friendship levels; increased levels have in-game benefits.
A gift from Chicago!
The critters you encountered appear to be randomized too, some days you encounter more of one type than the other. Of course, being Pokémon, the goal is to collect them all, but some are harder to find than others… including some that are country-specific, so you pick them up when you travel or you trade with friends. Anyways, it’s an entertaining addition to outside walks, though it doesn’t work on a treadmill unless you have an Apple watch.
Give in to the dork side! Come play games with us at the 2018 Dorkstock!
I’ve mentioned Dorkstock here before, it’s a mini-convention within a larger gaming convention; it has been hosted at Gamehole Con in Madison the last couple years. This year’s theme is Infinity Dorks, because, in case it wasn’t obvious by the title, we’re dorks, and that includes an addiction to the Marvel Cinematic Universe. This is a special year for us in many ways. John Kovalic is celebrating the 20th anniversary of Dork Tower, which is the fandom base for Dorkstock. What does that actually mean? Well, it means there’s probably cake in addition to Igor Bars. Not that you really need more sugar after an Igor Bar….
It’s also a special year because it’s the first time that Steve Jackson and Phil Reed, who both play key roles at Steve Jackson Games, will be attending Dorkstock. If you know anything about Steve Jackson Games, you know that John Kovalic has drawn a few things for them, most of which involve the word “Munchkin“. As game designers, they’ll bring their own element of fun to the table, with a couple special events on the Dorkstock game schedule.
I would be remiss if I forgot to mention Scott Olman, a long-running special guest at Dorkstock. Scott is the inspiration for Igor (you can read about the core Dork Tower characters here), though John says he tones down the outrageous things that Scott does when he writes the comic. Scott will be running a D&D adventure titled Who Threw Rex Down the Privy, which is sure to be interesting!
Come join us in Madison, Wisconsin from November 8th through 11th for exciting games and a sugar overdose!
Four years ago, I embarked on my first drive to Dan, or Black Belt, Camp, with a carload of teenagers (none of them mine) and the vague notion that I’d be doing karate all weekend. Our first stop was a rest area on I-65 in Indiana, where one person slowed down long enough to receive copies of the New Testament for all of us. That resulted in some interesting car conversations as we proceeded to a popular (with our karate family) lunch spot. Beyond that, well, we stayed up late, got up early, and did karate pretty much all weekend. There were team-building exercises, some general silliness, and new friendships that came out of the weekend. Every year since has been a different adventure, with a new mix of driving companions and the same overall giddyness that comes from doing karate for a whole weekend with two hundred or so of your closest friends.
Strawberry milkshake in a mason jar… is that enough whipped cream?
This year was no different in that respect. After years of driving by, both to Dan Camp and other events towards or past Indianapolis, and only having stopped at the shop before, we ate lunch at The Farmhouse at Fair Oaks Farm. If you’ve driven south on I-65 recently, you’ll know that it’s hard to miss the billboards for Fair Oaks Farm; between the restaurant and the farm, there were probably a dozen before we got there. (Driving north, there are two that tell you that you missed it and you can turn around at the next exit.) This is unquestionably the first time I’ve been served a milkshake in a mason jar. They are, as it turns out, the perfect size. The meal was delightful, prefaced by some fresh cornbread and well, no, we didn’t make it to dessert. But I generally consider dessert to be optional when I have a milkshake.
After lunch, as I mockingly pointed out the scenic corn and soy (and more corn and soy, as this is the midwest), I noticed a faint rainbow out of the corner of my eye. It wasn’t until my companions (who weren’t driving) looked that we realized there was a double rainbow, with a far brighter one hiding below the faded one I had spotted.
Beyond the exciting weekend activities – have you ever played balloon “soccer” on a windy day with multiple balloons per team, and only karate moves allowed to propel the balloons? – the weather was just about perfect. Two years ago, there was a downpour along with some exciting thunder and lighting on the Saturday afternoon, which forced a break in our outdoor activities for a bit. This year, there was a bit of rain on our drive Friday, and a light sprinkling Saturday afternoon.
Looking at the giant slide from the suspension bridge, through the fog and a spider web.
Sunday morning, as I began packing the car, I enjoyed the fog that had settled in overnight. I went back to the cabin for my phone, then walked onto the suspension bridge to get some photos. (The bridge is one of those things that you either love or hate about the camp; it bounces quite a bit when everybody is lined up, crossing the river.) Just me and my arachnid friends.
Pretty spider and web with a foggy morning in the background.
Just over 8 months ago, we welcomed Arwen into our lives. She is, without a doubt, still a force of chaos, also known as a kitten. I know, she’s over a year old now (since she was 6 months when we adopted her), and technically not a kitten, but I don’t think she realizes that.
Arwen and Diane lounging
She has taught everybody in the house a bit about patience, some better than others. Diane still has points where she barely tolerates Arwen, particularly on the bed at bedtime. But I’ll wake up in the middle of the night to find Arwen lying next to her, and sometimes June is there too.
If there’s human food involved, Arwen’s the first one there. Constantly. But she’s not up on the counter (as much) while I’m cooking, and has learned most of the time to wait until I put a plate down to lick. That said, I still won’t walk out of the dining room with a plate of food at the table, and leftovers have to be tucked away while we’re eating.
June and Arwen
She’s been great at getting June to exercise, they will tear through the house playing at random times. Honestly, that’s one of the reasons I wanted a kitten, to encourage the older cats to move more. (Hasn’t work so well with Diane.) And they curl up together at times, just like June and Diane still do.
She is a mighty insect huntress. I can always tell when there’s an insect in the house, because she’s suddenly leaping straight up at the window or the wall. I rarely notice what kind of insect it was. Unfortunately, I have far fewer spiders than I used to; I think she’s eaten all the obvious ones.
She’s even learned not to use her claws when grabbing people. She still reaches out to grab me, but now it’s cute instead of painful. Her obsession with nibbling on toes, well, that’s still a thing. Slippers are our first line of defense.
One of the cool things about Brookfield Zoo is their seasonal exhibits. Every year, they have a butterfly exhibit, where you can walk into a tented area with a butterfly garden. If you’re lucky, the butterflies may land on you. But this year’s special exhibit, through Labor Day, is the Amazing Arachnids. (Some years, there are animatronic dinosaurs… those are super cool too.)
This exhibit has exactly what the name implies… lots of tarantulas and a few scorpions. And, of course, a plethora of educational information about arachnids, spiders in the media (books, movies, comic books), and a couple awesome photo opportunities including a giant Lego spider.
The variety of tarantulas is pretty amazing, as can be seeing walking through the exhibit. There are large and small tarantulas, with variety in colors and habitats. Some of the tarantulas had impressive amounts of webbing in their habitats; others had none that I saw. Some were highly visible, some tucked under habitat pieces, and others were well hidden. At least one seemed surrounded by its own webbing.
Photo opportunities at the Amazing Arachnids exhibit and a few tarantulas.
Outside the arachnids exhibit, as part of the same special exhibit ticket, is the Mission Safari Maze. Intended to be educational rather than difficult, we walked through this searching for posters on different animals. There were a few interactive exhibits, such as a spider web to climb on and a short set of monkey bars.
If you’re arachnophobic, stay away. Otherwise, I highly recommend you visit the Amazing Arachnids before summer ends.
In an odd combination of fandoms, we saw Heartbreak Hotel and attended the Bristol Renaissance Faire in the same weekend. And for bonus points, I noticed that Dirk and Guido’s opening act that day included a reference to Heartbreak Hotel (as “love poetry”… before they got into the obligatory sword fighting).
We took the train downtown to see Heartbreak Hotel; I’m not a fan of driving in Chicago. It’s the prequel to Million Dollar Quartet, which we had seen (twice) at the Paramount in the fall. As could be expected from the title, it delves into the history of Elvis Presley. While we both enjoyed it, we agreed that we liked Million Dollar Quartet more, both because of the style and the songs that were played.
Forget the giant scissors he’s swallowing… aren’t those shoes awesome?
As I mentioned in last year’s post about Bristol, we always try to catch at least one classic and one new act. Obviously, we watched Dirk & Guido again; the Swordsmen are always a delight. This year’s new act was a The Lynx Show, swordswallower and magician with a great sense of humor. We stumbled upon it because I had seen someone walking by with frybread, and then I found the frybread booth (also new, I think), which was directly across from the show stage minutes before the show. (I first tried frybread on our big road trip in 2013; I’m hooked, but don’t really like deep frying at home.)
Somehow, I went to Faire this year without eating garlic mushrooms. I may need to go back.
My next great adventure starts today. (Well, last week by the time you read this.) Two days after my official termination date at my previous job, I accepted a job offer. For my first week of work, I’m flying to San Diego to meet my co-workers at the main office. This is my first visit to California as an adult; I don’t count the couple times I’ve stopped in the San Francisco airport.
One of the important items on my prep list was finding the nearest WTSDA dojang. As it happens, the instructor there was the guest master when I pre-tested for my black belt in February. My karate uniform was actually the first thing I packed. I’m also staying about 10 minutes from a beach, so I packed my bathing suit – and sunscreen! – as well. Other than that, it’s work clothes, pajamas, and toiletries. Oh, and two books – of for each flight. I plan to re-read Anno Dracula on the way out and The Lightning Thief on the return trip.
The work week went well, the extra stuff went almost as planned. I attended a great karate class, and tried an assortment of interesting restaurants while I was in California. I didn’t go swimming, but I did dip my feet in the ocean at sunset my last night there. I resisted going to Legoland after work – theme park prices make more sense as an all day outing. And, except for the transit to and from the airport, I wasn’t near downtown San Diego, so I didn’t get to see any of the excitement surrounding the San Diego Comic-Con.
Lovely gardenias in Carlsbad
What did thrill me was the gardenias near the dojang; the nearby shopping center had them planted all around the edges of the parking lot, so getting out of the car, I could smell them immediately. Oh, and I found a game store. (Of course I did.)
Powell’s City of Books, Science Fiction & Fantasy section. I looked in other rooms; I shopped in this one.
I moved from Portland when I was five, so I only have vague memories of when I lived there. I have visited enough over the years to have some favorites; when I go back to visit friends and family, I try to do a mix of exploring new places and visiting old, familiar ones. An absolute must is Powell’s City of Books, which is their main location. You can pick between whatever’s available according to your taste, be it paperback, hard cover, new or used, because Powell’s shelves then all together. When I was there in 2015, I had a shopping list of classic science fiction books; I was able to find all of them.
We met friends for dinner a couple blocks away from Powell’s, at McMenamin’s Ringlers Pub. We were so busy having fun, I forgot to take any food photos while we were there. Suffice to say I’d be happy to eat there again.
Not actually in Portland… lava tubes at Ape Caves, Mt. St. Helens, Washington state
The exploration part of this trip was a trip into Washington state to the Mt. St. Helens Lava Tube. I was discussing my upcoming trip to Portland with a (now former) co-worker, who told me about the lava tubes. It was an amazingly scenic drive – as much of the area around Portland is – and we opted for the short, easy walk down the tubes, rather than the extreme
Bridge of the Gods, north of Portland, Oregon
one going up. Our initial plan was to follow this with a trip to Multnomah Falls, but everybody else was already there – the parking was full, and the freeway exit closed. We were quite hungry, so revamped our plan to eat at a restaurant underlooking (it’s like overlooking, but we could see the underside of it) the Bridge of the Gods.
The main purpose of this visit was my grandmother’s birthday party, which was a fabulous reunion of family members and friends. After the party, with only an hour or so before it closed, I went to the Portland Saturday Market and then to the Lan Su Chinese Garden. Sadly, I was still quite full from the amazing food at the party and couldn’t try anymore food at either location.
Lan Su Chinese Garden, Portland, Oregon
I did stop at the teahouse in the Chinese Garden, operated by The Tao of Tea, to pick up some Rose Petal Black tea, which is an all-time favorite of mine. I also watched a drawbridge go up, which is one of those fun things to do if you’re not one of the cars stuck waiting on the bridge.
A drawbridge in Portland
But all good things must come to an end, especially with a houseful of cats waiting at home and a week of organizing before starting my new job. We did find a delightful farm-to-table restaurant at the airport called The Country Cat where we bought a filling lunch. This turned out to be fairly important… we were getting ready for bed after arriving home and realized that because of the time difference and flight time, we never ate dinner. Oops.
It has recently come to my attention that some of my friends, whom I’ve known for years, haven’t heard me sing. This is a far cry from when I was younger, when all of my friends heard me sing, whether they wanted to or not. (It helps that I was in chorus and choir, some of that singing was with other people.)
I started working on this song a few years ago, well before I knew a target date for my black belt test. At the moment, I have somehow misplaced the lyrics for the second verse (and the beginnings of the third), and haven’t written the harmony. But I have my black belt now (though I couldn’t find my bow before the recording; it has since been located), so I wanted to go ahead and share this.
This song is dedicated to all the self-rescuing princesses in my life, and the people who helped us get to that point.
