Sunday, April 30, 2006
Steeds ben ik degene die een baksteen door z'n eigen glazen smijt
Using the Law of Insights Gathered After the Facts Have Occurred, it is easy to conclude that I really, really shouldn't have gone volleyballing last Thursday.
That day, I woke up with a mild, ordinary cold. Nothing serious enough to keep me at home. So I went. After the first match, I was pretty much spend, somehow I've made it through the second, but by then I was beat. I made it through last mostly on willpower.
You see, that last match was a rematch of the last game of the competition, the one we barely lost, the one that had cost us the championship. So, this time, we won. Personally, I was quite happy with my playing (made some decent points and blocked a couple of attacks on the right moment). Hell, even though I was nearly a zombie at the time, I thought we played them pretty damn well.
Revenge Revanche was ours!
As soon as the final match was over, I went home. One the one hand, I did not mind that at all—all I was longing for was my bed and sleep—but on the other hand, it kinda sucked to have to miss the after party.
So on Thursday, I decided that, indeed, the wisest move would have been to stay at home, and that is what I did. Hindsight's a bitch. Friday I was feeling a lot better, but I still had a cold, by back ached, my lip was devoid of feeling, I had three slightly sprained fingers, and I was still tired as hell, so I took it slow for another day. The whole weekend (including Queen's Day) I did nothing much, apart from reading Stephen King's Cell (which I liked very much, but it's not his best).
The train pulled into Amersfoort Central Station as I finished up the draft of this post. Which left me with just enough time to come up with a wrap-up.
So, concluding, how have the last two weeks been? Pretty uneventful, with a side of sickness.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Just as I thought
Yesterday's performance—although far from bad—wasn't enough to secure the number one spot in our poule. We finished third, four points behind the leader, and two behind the number two.
If we hadn't lost the last set to the champions-to-be, we would have had a three-way-tie for the first place, but alas. In the end, the team that wins the most takes the title, and this team, well, they won the most. Kudos to them. So they're promoted to another poule, and I'm sad to see them go. They were fun to play against, so now all we have to do is make sure we take the next title, and promote too…
In other news, there is no other news.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Pardon my adrenaline-rush
Out of ten sets we played tonight, we were victorious in eight, and the other two were small defeats. But man, we rawked! Yowz0rs!
Thursday, April 06, 2006
First Law of Mobile Phones
The First Law of Mobile Phones: Make sure you've got your mobile phone with you when you leave.
Guess who didn't make sure he's got his mobile phone with him? In-diddle-deedly, itsa me! So now I've got to make some arrangements so that I'll be re-united with it on saturday. Until then, ehmm, the bliss of not having to worry about taking my phone with me…
Monday, April 03, 2006
First Law of the Internets
The First Law of the Internets: If it's on the Internets, it's true.
So, without further ado: Nicholas Cage is an extremely bad actor who couldn't act his way out of a tin of sardines if his life depended on it. The man has in his life only acted one role, and that is Nicholas Cage. He has one facial expression, and HE CANNOT ACT.