Yes. I haven’t been here in a long while. That’s primarily because I haven’t been anywhere in a while. I am taking some time off to spend with my new daughter!
I’ll be back sometime this summer with new adventures…
Wyatt
Last night I went over to a friend’s house to see some folks who were visiting from out of town. When I arrived, I was told we’d be watching a documentary film entitled, The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters. It’s about these rival Donkey Kong players. Yep. Not a movie I would have picked up off the shelf myself, but I do have a lot of techie friends, so it’s not absurd that I would find myself watching this type of movie. I was OK with watching it, since I need to watch a lot of documentaries over the next couple of months and analyze them.
I was not expecting much, but I was pleasantly surprised that it turned out to be pretty good! There weren’t many fancy tricks or shots, however there was drama, conflict, and a bunch of interesting characters, including a “villain” and an “underdog”. It had an an appealing beginning, an unexpected middle and a satisfying end, which I read somewhere is a good thing for a movie. Even if you don’t like anything to do with video games (which is me), it’s worth a watch, simply because it is a fairly well told story.
I think in Singapore it’s against the law to spit on the street. I hear they’re really strict about things like that. I wish it was the case here in the US. I wish people would get fined, like $500 for spitting in front of others. I know. That’s harsh, but I’m reacting because of what just happened.
I was in the office that I share with Whitney, my friend and business partner for WhitneyandWyatt.com. I was in process of posting a show to our site when this all went down. In our office, our desks face the window, and the window faces a trail that people run, walk and bike on every day. Since it’s summer, there are tons of people. Maybe you’ve heard of it. The Burke Gilman Trail.
Today I just happened to look out the window at the exact second a man walked past and spit a big loogie towards the window. It was like karma. Somehow I was supposed to see him gather up whatever was in the back of his throat and expel it onto the sidewalk in front of me. My reaction was one of disgust. He saw me seeing him spit. He turned bright red with a look of chagrin. I laughed. He smiled. He walked on. And there the spit sits on the sidewalk as runners jog past it, and bikers ride over it.
Sometimes you get sidetracked by spit.
