Fantasy spots. Oh boy. One moment, you love it. The next moment, you hate it.
So if you have no idea what I’m talking about… The whole idea of fantasy sports is that you’re the owner of a team of a specific sport, whether it be basketball, soccer, football, baseball, or whatever else there is out there. Before a season starts (or very early in the season), you select players to “play” for your team. Over the course of the season, they accumulate stats for your team. Depending on the format, you may face off against other teams and the team with the most points or most categories won, wins that week. Or you could try to accumulate the most stats over the course of the entire season and try to finish as high as possible. Millions and millions of people all over the U.S. and the world participate in some sort of fantasy sports. Some do it for money, others do it for pride.
When I see myself playing it, I think “Geez, this is such a roller coaster ride… Ugh.”
Zidane headbutt, take two. This time, by Samuel Eto’o from Inter Milan:[youtube:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKSp6YU-w74]
This is one of the videos from the Google Demo Slam. Pretty cool how they synchronized the video to what the girl was doing that well:[youtube:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcWrKEr9whM&feature=player_embedded]
Yeah, I don’t really know what to say about this. Just watch and see what I mean:[youtube:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1AbsFDVeQHc]
(via Jason Kottke)
I absolutely dread it.
When someone says “I don’t mind having it for a few days,” they really mean, “Anything for more than a day and I’ll go insane.” I’m not one of those people. I’m more of the Pemco profile of freak-out-at-the-first-sight-of-a-snowflake person. Though, I wouldn’t freak out. I’d usually be bitter and annoyed.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s absolutely beautiful to see the sight outside your window of everything covered in white. But the moment you step outside of your house to pick up the mail, you’re freezing your butt off. Every step you take, your feet start getting colder and colder. Your hands start getting numb. You grab the mail and try to get back into the house as quickly as you can. You take off the five layers of wet clothes that you have on. You’re still freezing cold.
Try driving in it. I remember driving in it with a couple of friends of mine. We were heading out to go hang out somewhere and we got up to the top of this hill. Then we start skidding. Before we knew it, we bump into the sidewalk. All because of the snow. A couple of years ago, I tried to get out of my apartment in Seattle to go to a friend’s place. I tried to go up the hill out from my garage. Wheels blazing, rubber burning.
Moved a total of two feet after trying to get up for a good ten minutes. It’s worse than trying to get through downtown Seattle during rush hour.
Work doesn’t close when it’s snowing. Sometimes classes don’t either. Imagine having to have to drive through that with a bunch of people that don’t know how to drive in it. Talk about fun.
I’ve been hearing reports that there should be a considerable amount of snow in the upcoming months. Everyone seems excited. I’m definitely not (unless the City of Seattle decides to plow its streets and/or use salt instead of packing down the snow).
Sometimes I think God just wants to have some fun with us and see how we deal with something so beautiful as the snow.
That and see us throwing snowballs down each others’ throats. Now that I can support.
So it’s been a year since I’ve been at UW for grad school. What’s scary is that I’m getting closer and closer to finishing up my “professional” master’s degree in computational linguistics and I’ll be back in the real world again with a new sense of direction as to what I should be doing. It’s kind of funny because about eight months ago, I would have been surprised to say the words “with a sense of direction as to what I should be doing”… Fall quarter definitely did have a few bumps beforehand, with some miscommunication on my part with my adviser as to what classes I did take and what I should have been taking. But through some conversations, a quick quiz on my knowledge on the material, and a few add codes from some of my instructors, I managed to get into the classes I needed to take for this quarter. Even in this quarter, I’ve definitely learned a lot of things and had a different mindset as to how to approach my academics with my master’s program versus my undergrad degree.
I guess the question here is what do I mean by my approach? What I mean is how I see my classes, my coursework, my instructors, and my peers/classmates, for example. It’s much more different than what I remember doing when I was doing my undergrad classes. You could call them words of wisdom or advice, but they seem pretty crucial (at least in this program, not sure how applicable they would be in say medical school or law school, where it’s a competitive program). Continue reading The Grad School Process (Part II)
So I saw this on CNNSI.com, where they also forwarded a link to Yahoo! Sports. It was a game between Toronto and Montreal where the game was tied 30-30. Now be aware that there’s a few different rules for Canadian football. For example, you can score a single point (called a rouge) if the ball flies past the backline or sideline of the endzone. Also, you can kick the ball as well to clear it (or to attempt to score a rouge). Anyway, here’s the video of Montreal attempting to score the game winning field goal but… Well, you can watch it for yourself.[youtube:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhLVBc69rFw]
All I have to say is that Canadian football is really weird…