June 26th, 2005


Where Were You meme

Ganked from emmycantbemeeko
Where were you when...

1. When John F. Kennedy was shot? (11/22/1963)

My parents hadn’t met yet.

2. When Mt. St. Helens blew? (5/18/1980)

Junior high.

3. When the space shuttle Challenger exploded? (1/28/1986)

Asleep in my dorm room at MIT. Got the news as I was walking toward the shower in my bathrobe. Spent the day in dorm lounge watching the TV replay the explosion. Didn’t realize for a few years afterwards that my planned career goal of chief engineer on a lunar base was now shit.

4. When the 7.1 earthquake hit San Francisco? (10/7/1989)

In my ninth semester at MIT, about when I realized when I wasn’t going to finish my thesis and get a second degree in history after all.

5. When the Berlin Wall fell? (11/7/1989)

At MIT. Following the news closely, as I was coming up on my commissioning as an Air Force officer. Realizing “wow, this war we’ve been training for may not happen after all!” Not yet realizing “Well, LT, with the reduced threat environment we’ve got less demand for new officers and a real need to reduce headcount. So we’ll start paying you sometime in the next twelve months, we’ll decide when later.”

5.5. When the Gulf War ACTUALLY began? (August 1990—not in original meme)

I was getting ready to escort my grandmother and 9-year-old cousin on a trip to Ireland. Being unemployed, I was the obvious candidate to carry the bags. Once I had them settled in Ballyshannon, Donegal I could do some wandering on my own. Lots of opportunities to pontificate to curious Europeans about America’s war capability.

6. When the Gulf War began? (1/16/1991)

Lowry AFB, attending Undergraduate Space Training. Along with everyone else there felt pretty useless taking basic overview classes while other troops were getting shot at. I did get to my active duty unit soon enough to qualify as having served there during the war.

7. When OJ Simpson was chased in his White Bronco? (6/17/1994)

Sharkey’s Brewery in Omaha, Nebraska. Out for a Hammerhead Stout with another LT from my unit.

8. When the building in Oklahoma City was bombed? (4/19/1995)

Settling into civilian life as an aerospace contractor in Los Angeles.

9. When Princess Di was killed (8/31/1997)

celticdragonfly had been living with me for a couple of weeks. She and my former roommate (who was staying with us again after running out of other friends she could crash with) watched all the coverage intently in the living room. I was playing Civ on my Mac.

10. When Bush was first announced President (11/7/2000)

Wonder who wrote this meme originally? That didn’t get sorted out for weeks after 11/7. Don’t remember where I was, probably in my office at TRW. Basic reaction “Whew. I’m glad THAT’S over.”

11. When the 6.8 earthquake hit Nisqually, WA (2/28/2001)

Don’t remember that.

12. When terrorists knocked over the World Trade Center (9/11/2001)

In bed with celticdragonfly, woken up by a call from bkseiver with the news. Doctor appointment before work, talking with a nurse whose cousin worked at the WTC. Then to work, watching video feed. And digging up Yamamoto’s line about waking a sleeping giant.

13. When OIF began (take your pick- the presidential announcement of the expiration of the 48-hour ultimatum was at 10:15 PM EST on 3/19/03, the ground war commenced at 8 PM EST on 3/20/03).

At home with family, alternating with work, updating web pages compulsively.
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Fun Times

Last night was game night. We got a bunch of people from ORAC and the Browncoats board. sandy_tyras came with her whole family. artcat81 and Morgan (Lost_thought) came up from Houston. We also had arcbat, brigand13, tasllyn, Holly (SerenitySprings), and Craig, who’s going to have to create some online alternate identity if he’s going to keep hanging out in this crowd who's DnDFreak, but I'd missed that on first introduction.

In keeping with Celtic tradition we made sure we had enough food on hand to feed twice that many. Most impressive was celticdragonfly’s Castle Cake. She also figured out what combination of pizza toppings would satisfy everyone from vegetarians to obligate carnivores, without using Excel.

Oh, yeah, games. Lots. We had two tables going at once, and a third one that got used for a chess match. The fourth table was used for the pizza since everyone wanted to combine for big games instead of splitting into 3-4 player groups. The games: Fluxx, SPANC, Chez Dork, and maybe Ivanhoe (too much going on for me to see everything).

We also had three rounds of Keep Flying, my Firefly card game. This was testing a new rule limiting how many cards you can get after losing your ship. I’d been having a problem with it being too easy for losing players to leapfrog over the ones who’d been in the lead. Kind of like the unintended consequences of the SCA’s fight-kneeling rule—I’d made it so the best strategy was to lose your ship as soon as you can. I think that’s fixed. Only one of the three games was won by someone who was grounded and came back. That’s about the proportion I’m aiming for, so I’m happy. I’d be even happier if I had a statistically valid sample, but that’s going to take lots more games. The Browncoats had a lot of enthusiasm, so hopefully we’ll play more soon.

Maggie and Jamie were wonderful kids. They were playing nicely with each other and letting celticdragonfly and me play most of the time.

Thanks to everybody for coming over and being wonderful guests! We’ll have to do this again soon.
Jamie Apr 04

Rocking into the Sunset

Jamie loves the rocking horse. He'll sit on it and keep rocking until it bumps into the wall (or couch, or whatever) and we have to go over and reposition him to the other side of the living room. Not that he lets this stop him. We realize he needs help from the "scrape, scrape, scrape" of him trying to rock through the wall.

Last night he was still rocking away after Maggie fell asleep (we let them stay up late with the party). He started rocking slower and slower, then got down and came over to me, fussing a little. He was wet, so I took him to the changing table. Zonk. As soon as I laid him down he was out cold.

Tonight he was doing another marathon rocking session. We were joking about him staying up there until he fell asleep and went thump. I joked about installing airbags in the rockers so he'd have something soft to land on. Sure enough, celticdragonfly turned around and saw him rocking slowly, eyes half closed, wavering a bit in the saddle. She picked him up and he was instantly asleep on her shoulder. The boy'd rocked himself to sleep.