Category: Personal

  • Tomato Soup Rivers & Jatars

    The skies unleashed their furry of rain and lightining, ending our double header tonight. I managed to score an effective outfield out in our company softball game only to get out as I tried to take 3rd base… just wasn’t looking at 3rd base coach like I should. As the first wave ended, we took the the field those that were left, and I hit fly balls to my manager and two other co-workers. The 2nd wave came on in with slow force. I tempted death with my aluminium bat swinging to the heavens at the slowing dropping ball, hoping to send it flying to a teamates glove. I was drowning when we all agreed it was time to sucinctly agree with the umpires’ earlier decision to call it a night. Rushing to my car, hoping my cell phone didn’t die in my soaking wet bag full of dirty gear, I crossed rivers of tomato soup. The rain had flooded the fields in such a short amount of time mixing with the Georgia red clay and field dirt, it appeared a vicious, tomato soup had taken on life and was devouring the grass and sidewalk. I managed to make it to my car and make a plan B for Mexican dinner (served by Columbians, hehe). Thank God for modern technology.

    Discussed the future, business in general, and the current state of affairs with our lives. The usual friend stuff.

  • Cruisin’ ATL

    <a href=”http://www.mediadiva.net/mt/”>Her majesty</a> got a new camera last night, seconds before Best Buy had closed. She had called all over town and finally found it after 2 weeks of searching and calling. After racing there to get it, we cruised back home while she tested it out, cruisin’ the Atlanta suburbs. We didn’t know (at least I didn’t) it captured audio with the video as well; had a mic right on the front. Pretty tight!

    <a href=”#” onClick=”javascript:window.open(‘https://www.jessewarden.com/cruisin atl.html’, ‘cruisinatl’, ‘width=320,height=280′)”>Cruisin’ ATL</a>

  • Icewind Dale 2: The Collapse of the Severed Hand

    *** warning: spoiler ***
    <img src=”https://www.jessewarden.com/images/WorgRidr.gif” />

    Finally… I’ve been struggling with this dang, final battle for the past 3 weeks! The game is supposed to provide solace to me when I wish to escape from my book writing, retreating to the frozen north to feel alive again. Instead, I’m fraut with an unending tide of summoned creatures; demons, giants, and other horrors… that is, until I found the conjurer responsible. One by one, I eliminated the evil scum of that tower, and that made it so much easier to tackle Isair and Madae in their tainted pool chamber. My paladin, armed with the Holy Avenger I wrested from the six Lost Followers, enriched by the vitality that battle had given, and my party as a whole, working together like a well oiled machine, quickly fell the Legion of the Chimera on my 19th try (lost count at 2, so guessing). <a href=”https://www.jessewarden.com/images/iwd2007.jpg”>Here’s one of my failed first attempts</a>.

    <a href=”https://www.jessewarden.com/images/iwd2007.jpg”><img src=”https://www.jessewarden.com/images/iwd2007_thumb.jpg” border=”0″ /></a>

    God, I hope <a href=”http://icewind2.blackisle.com/”>they</a> make a 3rd. Onto <a href=”http://www.interplay.com/bgate2/”>Baldurs Gate 2</a> to fell that frikin’ black dragon, kickin’ it <a href=”http://www.gamespy.com/interviews/october00/minsc/”>Minsc style</a>…

  • Van Side Service

    This is the second time I’ve been asked if I’d like an entertainment system by a shady couple of young guys in a white van while living in Atlanta. I heard a story once where some dudes stole it, and the guy caught ’em, furiously banging on their van, at a gas station. Hence, I politely declined. The parting comment was I looked like I was about to kill somebody. My friends make fun of the face and attitude I wear in the car while driving… maybe they are right in that I look all “I’m too cool for you.”

    If I look like a stuck up murderer, then why are these guys asking if I want to buy an entertainment system out of their van?

    I’ve watched enough A-Team in my youth to be wary of unmarked moving vans anyway, so I’m sure that didn’t help my composure to appear open and welcoming to the casual fence looking to hawk his wares.