I had a dream the other day that Sarah was dressed in her outfit from the Halloween Swedish Nurse Pub Crawl. She was skulking around the city and I was trying to follow her. I was convinced that she out trying to cheat on me.

The highlight of yesterday was that Chris sent an email around to the ex-Channimals regarding a party that he is having to gather everyone together for one last party. If you happen to be an ex-Channimal drop me a line and I can forward you the specifics like where Chris lives and what day the event is on. I imagined that we could also have all the old and often quirky clients and partners attend this gathering but I think it will be limited to just the former employees.

Lately I have been inundated with racket sports. I am still trying to read Infinite Jest at a pace of about two pages per day. The whole book is obsessed with the details of what it is like to grow-up at a tennis academy. I tried to get away from tennis by renting Napoleon Dynamite, but I had gotten a mislabeled version of it that said it was in my plan when it really wasn't. So instead Sarah and I watched Wimbledon instead. It was a cute movie with a bit of humor. I wondered if the one scene where Kirsten Dunst is playing a game of mime tennis with her love interest main character guy was inspired by the mime-tennis game in Blowup by Antonioni.

With Falkoff in town I got totally schooled by the Falkoff's on Friday, Monday, and Tuesday at squash. I played Matt squash today and he beat me in a best of five set of games even though I was up 2-1 before we finished. I learned mostly that I have no chance of ever being good at any racket sports until I develop a backhand. Unfortunately I learned this same thing when I was 10 years old. When we finished Matt and I sat and chatted about personal injuries and getting old.

Matt has arthritis in his ankle that may have been due to an infection when he was a teenager. He then gave me a complete low-down on the dangers of rabies and how only 6 people have ever survived rabies once the symptoms began to show. He mentioned that a little girl was bitten by a rabid bat in a church and survived rabies after the doctors induced her into a coma. Both my parents keep getting rabies shots after rescuing dogs from each other. Why can’t most dogs be more like the pugs? They don’t fight or bite. Alex R. sent a pug Valentines Day card from Manju to Leelin asking if Leelin would be Manju’s Valentine.

In the shower this morning I thought that running a start-up/life isn't all that different from being in a Dungeon and Dragons game. You quest around with your crew of folks each with different skill sets looking for places to achieve experiences and funds. You meet challenges where you can lose hit points/cash and you can trade in those points for things you need to continue your quest to explore and dominate the dungeon (market) and tame those monsters (Customers) and enemies (Competitors) that you are involved with. It is a bummer that the world of computers can so easily replace those old story telling boards that classified people like me into the minority of 80's nerd kids. I wish I could just roll a 20-sided die one more time.