Mild-Mannered --- except
Anyone who knows me knows I'm a calm person.

Anyone who has sat by me at an RCLS basketball game knows there is an exception to my normal calm nature.

We just finished a weeked of basketball at RCLS. So, naturally, I was not as calm as I would have liked.

But, you see -- there was this jerk of a coach on the other team!

But that's just justification -- it doesn't excuse my negative comments.

It's weird. I can control myself, and be diplomatic, darn near everywhere else. Why not in a crowd at a basketball game?

Yes, I cheer positively, too. A lot. Very noisy, I am.

Killed a Dragon
No really, I did.

Well, we did.

For several years I've been playing D&D with some buddies. We play once a month, taking some months off because life gets in the way. Anyway, we are now 9th level and last night, for the first time, we took on a dragon. It's something you strive for, as a hero in the D&D world. It was a Green Dragon, and quite big, and very tricky, but we were prepared and we beat it!

So, HUZZAH!



The fact is that all my character ever contributed was to summon a celestial pegasus, which our paladin then rode into battle. So, I helped make the battle more visually stunning, but I wasn't particularly effective.

Then again, my character is Lyric, the Sprite. He's 16 inches tall, dresses in grass-green and marigold-yellow, is an expert chef, and flits about on gossamer wings. So really, would you expect him to be in the thick of a battle? Not really.

Pixelated
Mood:  silly
It's a funny word, don't you think?

"Pixelated"

Say it a few times.

Rolls off the tounge like a novice acrobat getting caught up in his own feet before doing a tumble.

Dictionary.com has this word, but not the natural verb from which it seems derived - "pixelate."

Donald Duck would sound very funny saying it.





(How is that for my first blog entry in, well, a long time?)

A perfect gift for me

Christmas was just a couple weeks ago, and I got lots of great gifts.

One highlight was "The World's Largest Dungeon" -- and I received it, of course, from my fantastic wife, Sherry.

This product, by Alderac Entertainment Group (aka AEG) is "Over 900,000 words and 16 full-color 22x17 poster maps of adventure in the largest dungeon gaming has ever known!"

It is a perfect gift for me because

1. I've been pining for it since I first saw it months ago.
2. It's too expensive for anyone to really buy for themselves but
3. It's way too expensive for someone to buy someone else
4. So I would never expect to get it

So, of course, Sherry got it for me! What a sweetie!

And, being Sherry, she didn't just get it for me. She also found this really cool leather case -- it looks like an medieval strongbox with a handle attached. She made a felt bag, large enough to hold the "Dungeon" and placed it in the case. She wrapped six DVDs in wrapping paper and placed them inside the case, as well.

Opening that on Christmas Eve truly was like opening a treasure chest!

I will get years of enjoyment from this.

A perfect gift! Yet one more example of why I married the perfect woman for me!

Thanks, Sherry!

Six Degrees - the Internet Corollary
If you don't know what I mean by "Six Degrees of Separation" then go Google a bit. I'm not going to explain it.

I had a frustrating reminder that, with the modern Internet, you are never more than six degrees (in this context, that means "clicks of a link on a web page") from shocking images. (OK, I'll say it outright -- "porn.")

Late at night, finishing my online gaming, too pumped up my the last game, I decided to follow some links from my very own blog site. Admittedly, I was trying to take an unpredictable route. I wanted to see something -- oh, "interesting" shall we say -- and it didn't take long to reach a blogger's site talking about the fun she and a friend had had. Click the link. Pictures pop up. Bam! More than I was expecting!

Someone, somewhere, will do, or has already done, a study on this very topic. But we all know it's true. I'll bet you could start at the homepage of "The 700 Club" and, picking the right set of 6 links, end up at the entrance to all sorts of things Pat Robertson would never admit to dreaming about.

What a tangled Web we've woven.

Back to it
Gentle readers,

I see that my last entry was three weeks ago. That time period was a week of enjoyable relaxation sandwiched between two slices of hectic corporate wrangling. Thus, during the weeks of wrangling, there was no time to blog -- and I couldn't write about my doings anyway. And during the week of enjoyable relaxation -- well, who wants to write a blog when you can be playing Settlers of Cataan with your boys or watching DVDs with your girls, all while amazing yourself with how excellent you feel when you are functioning on a full night's sleep for once?

So, now I am back. The new diet was going well until yesterday, the new exercise plan has not started, and I have no idea how I'm going to be in shape to climb Halfdome by mid-June, but I'd better get that planned.

Happy 2005.

Pre-vacation items
Vacation is fast approaching. I welcome it like a long-lost friend. Or a hiding place. Or a warm hug. Or something.

Christmas is my favorite time of the year. For me, "Christmas" usually starts shortly after Thanksgiving. It's the time of year when all the Christmas events start occuring. Our pastor, always a stickler for details and, truth-be-told, a spoil-the-fun kind of guy at this time of year, calls this "Advent" -- and while the pedant in me acknowledges it, the real me says "fiddlesticks and away with your 'waiting for the Master's return' doomsday attitude -- give me Carols and Treats and Gifts and Trees and Lights and Family and Friends and Concerts!"

And then, by the 21st, I'm ready to head into the quiet part of Christmas. My family, a few close friends. Concerts complete. Anticipation of the joy of giving, and receiving.

We're almost there.

Oh, Angelfire has given us a cute new tool - an easy-to-use photo album builder. I've tried one simple album so far.
The link is https://www.angelfire.com/mn/stevewill/album1/ and I plan to put more together soon. I've even removed the Norway trip (of 1997) to make room. That's how serious I am!

Time! I want more of it! Why do I need sleep?

When Excellence is Too Good for Your Own Good

OK, that title suggests I'm going to get very serious. That's a little misleading. A little.

I am, once again, addicted to "Heroes of Might and Magic III" (hereafter referred to as HoMM3). For anyone who doesn't know, it's a computer game. In particular, it is a turn-based strategy game within a fantasy milieu.

Now, for me, HoMM3 is pretty much the ultimate computer game. I have many other computer games, and of those, I have enjoyed most of them. I can go back to "Diablo II" and play for quite a while, enjoying myself immensely. Same thing for the versions of "Magic: the Gathering" I've played, and several others.

But HoMM3 is special. When I start playing that again, I am as hooked on the game as when I first played it. It becomes pretty much the only game I want to play. It is so excellent, that it makes any other computer game simply a diversion.

And this is where the title of today's blog entry comes in.

I have had very little temptation to buy a new computer game in several years. When, the HoMM3 follow on - "Heroes of Might and Magic IV" - became available, I bought it right away. It was OK, but it did not live up to HoMM3. I doubt I will ever play it again.

Similarly, I have very little motivation to plunk $50 down to try any other computer game, especially a turn-based strategy game. Oh, I'm pretty sure that "Civilization 3" would be about as good. And I may try it. But the point is this: when HoMM3 (with its very important "Armageddon's Blade" expansion) came into my life, the amount of money I would subsequently spend on computer games dropped significantly. The authors of HoMM3 essentially made something which is so good (to me) that the rest of the industry was harmed by its existence.

I suspect that one of the causes of the decline in the computer game market was exactly this: there are so many truly excellent games, and they continue to enthrall us, that it's tough to compete with the existing products. I'm sure "they" will keep trying to make something better. And I do hope they succeed.

But hey, what do I care? I have my HoMM3. And, if I ever want to get hooked on something else, I'm told "Civ3" and a few other games will keep me happy forever.

It's a great problem to have.

Pride - the Fatherly Kind

Last night I had the opportunity to be exceptionally proud of my children again.

Our 10th annual Christmas Carol service was held last night, and we, the Grace Lutheran Church choir, did two pieces. The first was "Hope for Resolution." I've written about this piece of music before, but last night was the first chance to perform it for a large audience. My daughter Leah was one of eight or ten children who sang as the children's choir for that song. She, being one of the oldest, was a strong, beautiful voice -- holding long notes and helping the group stay in tune. She looked beautiful, and sounded even better.

Our second piece was an a cappella version of "Mary Had a Baby" with a soprano solo at the beginning. My daughter Sarah sang the solo, and was just plain outstanding. There she was, at all of her 5-feet-2-inches, in her Extra-Small polo shirt which is still too big for her, filling the huge sanctuary with her even bigger voice. Shivers. It gave people shivers. Wow.

Afterwards, I don't think I could have stopped smiling if you paid me.

Parenting has provided me a valuable lesson. I have been proud of many things which I have done in my life. The kind of pride I feel when I accomplish something is a selfish pride. It's not as if I'm boasting or showing off, but when I accomplish something, it tends to feel like I won something. As if I had been in a competition, and I bested my opponent.

Fatherly pride is quite different. My heart feels like it is swelling with appreciation and love. I am so happy for my child, rather than being happy with myself.

Each of my children has provided me many chances to have this kind of fulfilling pride wash over me. It is a gift, from them, to me - and I don't think they even realize it.

After the concert was over, as I was walking to get our coats, one of the members of our choir stopped me on the stairs. Wilbur is, oh, perhaps 65. He and his family are some of the very nicest people in our congregation. He just had to tell me how much he thought of our family, our children, and how we raised them. This meant a great deal to me, and I started realizing something: I could have reacted with the kind of personal pride I discussed first. But I didn't. Instead, that fatherly pride poured out. "Thanks," I told him. "They are great kids. I'm so proud of them."

And I am.

Motivation
This week I learned that another friend of mine happened upon this blog and was reading it.

"Hmmmmm," thought I, "perhaps this is worth the effort I have sporadically applied to it."

One of the things which this Angelfire-based blog lacks is a way to track "hits." Someday, I will look more carefully at the options - perhaps by paying a small fee I would get the tracking ability, and perhaps even a way to "advertise" my blog.

You see, when I go to my "blog builder" homepage, there are a dozen or more "Recently updated" blogs linked at the bottom of the page. I have never seen mine there, but I have seen a few specific blogs listed on several different occasions. This leads me to think that Lycos allows one to pay for the privilege of having one's blog show up there.

Somehow, I think I would be more motivated to write blog entries if I thought they were being read more widely.

Which is not to say that I don't appreciate the fact that some people are already reading it. I do appreciate it and, to those who are, I apologize for being so quiet lately.

And now, time to get on with the rest of my Friday!