I went to Games of Berkeley last night. What with the tattooing and the productivity at work I'd been feeling dangerously cool and mature, and I needed to get back in touch with my actual self. Gazing at shelves of strategy games while absentmindedly juggling beanbags is an excellent remedy for that sort of situation. As it turns out, hitting yourself in the head with the beanbags while leaning forward to read a game box is an even better remedy.
I got a set of juggling clubs, because ever since my brief stint in the Berkeley Juggling Club I've been determined to learn to use them. I'm not going to say "if it kills me" because we're talking about things that I fling around in the general vicinity of my head here. I lunged around the backyard for a half-hour or so before dinner trying to put myself in the same place as one club and two balls without, you know, putting myself in the same place as one club and two balls. Ten seconds! I managed ten seconds once before I dropped them! Look out, world!
Jacob bought Carcassone, which is a card-laying game that I think was made by the same person as Settlers of Catan. It's excellent. There's a similar game made by Cheapass Games called The Very Clever Pipe Game, but as much as I love to support the little guy I have to say I find Carcassone much more satisfying. Maybe that's just because I won last night. As soon as Jacob kicks my ass, which he inevitably will in any contest of resource management, I'll change my tune. You'll find me alone in the backyard with my plastic clubs, because any good geek knows how to sulk.
This geek got permission from her boss on Friday to have music at her desk. She's hooked up her Discman to a pair of old scratchy computer speakers and is dreamily listening to Guster. "Good morning, RGSHG Architects, fa, fa fa fa fa fa, fa fa?"Posted by dianna at June 20, 2005 10:38 AM