With Gen Con on the horizon, Duncan puts our newsrams through an exercise in endurance and etiquette.
Recently, a sick friend of mine called me for help. This friend had grown too sick to take herself to the doctor and asked if I could drive her. It was the least I could do, and, as she was a human friend, it would be a new experience for me. I’d never been to the doctor’s office.
Oh, I’ve been sick before. I mean, I’m a healthy vegetarian who tries to stay in shape, but I’m not indestructible. And you probably haven’t thought about it, but my medical care has to come at the hands of a vet.
After all, when was the last time you had to take de-wormer or woke up thinking, “I’m not feeling too well, I bet I have parvo.”
I’ve heard a lot about the state of modern medicine. And I often wondered what it would be like to get treatment on the other side of the species divide. Well, I have to tell you guys, this single visit to the doctor’s office was absolutely eye opening!
Let’s compare and contrast, shall we?
We sat at the doctor’s office for over an hour before the nurse called my friend’s name. Then we sat in the exam room for another thirty minutes. I asked her how long it takes when she has an appointment. Her response? “I made this appointment.”
At my vet, I’ve waited at max twenty minutes between lobby and exam room. And that was just the one time when somebody’s dog had been hit by a car.
At the doctor’s office, the reading material consisted almost exclusively of incredibly dated issues of entertainment magazines with similarly dated gossip and news or pamphlets aimed mainly at octogenarians. At my vet, there are dog lover and cat fancier magazines. The doctor’s office did have Highlights, so I’m throwing them a bone.
When my friend finally saw the doctor and had a diagnosis, he then wrote her a prescription. Which we had to fill on the way home at a whole other place called a “pharmacy.” I have never heard of such a thing.
At my vet, they give me what I’m prescribed right there. I’ve heard that some tougher to come by medicines have to be ordered or picked up elsewhere, but that’s never happened to me.
I know my friend only had her five dollar copay but I got a look at her itemized bill and I thought I’d need to see my vet due to heart attack. If my vet bills are the gross national product of, say, Cuba, then her doctor bill is the GNP of the USA.
Now you human readers want to use insurance to give the advantage to the doctor’s office. But Angus and I are way ahead of you. Each of us have pet insurance on the other guy. We figured it would throw fewer red flags that way. I mean, wouldn’t you look sideways at a guy named Bob MacWordell who had a pet sheep named Bob?
Regardless of copays, I’m giving this one to the vet. I don’t want to go in there without insurance, but if I had to, I could pay it off with a loan from Angus instead of one from a real bank.
And there you have it in plain black and white. Vets are so clearly superior that I wouldn’t wish a visit to the doctor’s office on a dog.
Those of you who do not respect the scholarship of my Unsung History posts are now anxiously waiting for another one of my “crazy Angus” stories. Maybe something like “Amelia found an entrance into the Hollow Earth and is living out her days there as a barbarian queen.” Or, “Amelia didn’t crash; aliens abducted her.”
Well, I’m not going to do that. Instead of my usual Unsung History, I’m going to focus on History That Isn’t Sung Enough.
Amelia Earhart was of the finest pilots – of either gender – to ever fly. And that doesn’t mention Amelia’s pioneering work in the area of women’s rights. She pushed forth the cause of aviation, and the role of women therein, in a way that’s hard to imagine anyone else being capable of. All that is why we celebrate her on her birthday, July 24.
Bit with the flying bug by a dive-bombing World War I ace at an aviation exhibition, Amelia’s desire to fly was cemented by a dollar-a-minute flight that lasted ten minutes. She eventually took pilot’s lessons after doing a host of odd jobs to save $1,000 in 1921. Even then, she had to take a bus to the end of the line and walk four miles for the lessons.
We all know the details of Amelia’s transatlantic flights, one failed and one successful. Well, technically, the first one wasn’t a failure, she just didn’t have much to do. Most of the flight had to be done with instruments, and Amelia hadn’t yet trained for that type of flying.
But by 1932, Amelia, the United Press’s “Queen of the Air,” mirrored Charles Lindbergh’s epic flight across the Atlantic.
Amelia wrote many books about her experiences and became a successful author. She championed women’s rights by becoming a charter member of the 99s, an organization for female pilots. She worked as faculty at Purdue University’s aviation department and counseled women on possible careers.
Amelia joined the National Woman’s Party and became an early supporter of the Equal Rights Amendment. She never stopped championing the cause of either her occupation or her gender throughout her entire career.
In a time when women had few options and fewer opportunies, Amelia Earhart became famous and successful just for doing what she loved. And she became an inspiration.
The Queen of the Air naturally said “today success, tomorrow…the world.” Amelia Earhart set her sights on circumnavigating the globe.
The flight around the world would also be attempted twice. A controversial ground-loop mistake grounded her first attempt almost before it could begin. But she tried again, and the second trip ended her life.
I encourage you all to read more about this amazing woman’s life and adventures. Gallons of ink have been spilled on reams of paper discussing what went wrong and where Amelia, her navigator, and her plane may have landed safely or crashed to bits.
They’re all wrong of course. Aliens abducted her. Or, more to the point, they saw her talent and recruited her for their own interstellar war against Xur and the Ko-Dan armada.
Shut up. She was awesome and I wanted everyone to know it! We can all just agree to disagree on how Amelia’s story ended.
Many of you know me as a connoisseur of fine dining, especially in my own home. As you can surmise from my handsome, ovine countenance, I am also a vegan. Combine these two things and you just know I can make a salad that’ll make even the toughest palate sit up and beg like a dog.
I also toy with photography in an amateur way, so I thought I’d combine all these interests into a single blog post showing my step-by-step salad making method. Bon appetite!
You’ll see that I’ve chosen some crunchy carrots, some crisp arugula, a few dried cranberries for garnish, cucumber for sweetness, cherry tomatoes for color and a burst of flavor, croutons for a hint of garlic, and then olive oil and balsamic vinegar to top it all off. I’m off to a great start!
After all, as Angus is so fond of reminding me, “No matter how you arrange it on a plate, it all winds up looking the same…in the end.”
Thanks for coming along on this culinary voyage with me! If you enjoyed it, say so in the comments and maybe I’ll do another one in the future. In the meantime, tell me some of the dishes you take particular pride in making and serving to friends.
While playing Mayfair Games’ Journey to the Center of the Earth, I realized the importance of making a list when traveling. Let’s assume you are planning a trip similar to the one Professor Lidenbrock, his nephew Axel and their guide Hans took in Journey to the Center of the Earth. Sailing in a wooden raft down a river of hot molting lava just doesn’t seem like the best choice for a vacation, but I know how to go with the flow (no pun intended). Aside from the normal items (toothbrush, clothing, hoof trimmers, curry comb, 100 calorie pouch of lemon grass crisps, money, phone, etc.), pack items that are specific to where you are going.
Items to Pack:
Items to LEAVE HOME:
On a Final Note
Wherever you travel, just take the time to make a list ahead of time and be practical about the items you bring. The portable edition of Settlers of Catan is another good idea when traveling with at least 2 other people, but please leave all pickaxes/ropes/questionable items at home. Despite what Mr. McPeters says, our actions do have ramifications.
Happy Travels! (and don’t ask Mr. McPeters for travel advice!)
Every year, throughout the United States, there is one day where the streets empty of people, stores drop to minimal staff (and those who remain tend to gripe about having to work), and outdoor grilling is the only way to prepare a meal. That’s right, I speak of Super Bowl Sunday.
However, while the rest of the country stumbles towards the largest screen they can find, like zombies searching for brains, those of us not addicted to American football, can only sit back and wonder what the fuss is all about. This is a phenomenon that appears beyond my ability to relate, that is, at least, until the Catan World Championships begin. Now there’s a real sport. Don’t believe me? Let’s compare the two.
Number of competitors for the Super Bowl: 2. Number of players during each round for the Catan World Championship: 4. A little basic math tells me the Catan Championship is twice as awesome. But moving on, how does one decide which Super Bowl team goes first? Coin flip. How do we decide which Catan player goes first? Roll two dice. Doing a little more math tells me a two dice roll has thirty-six options while a coin toss has just two. That makes Catan eighteen times more awesome. Multiply those two awesomeness factors together, and we can safely conclude that the Catan World Championship is at least thirty-six times more awesome than the Super Bowl, and the game has not even begun.
Now let’s take a look at land types. Settlers of Catan has five land types (six if you are playing with gold), but the Super Bowl has only one, and it’s Astroturf. I’m not even certain what resource is supposed to grow in Astroturf, but either way, this is yet another win for Catan. Length of game? The average Superbowl lasts about three hours, with actual playing time of 11 minutes (don’t believe me, go ahead and Google search it, I’ll wait). A Settlers of Catan game lasts about an hour, with all of that being game time. That’s six times as much time squeezed into a third of the time, which is an all-around better use of time.
Also, the Catan Championships have no lame half-time show, no silly matching uniforms, no overhyped but ultimately disappointing commercials, and I cannot think of a single injury ever in a Catan Championship game. Win, win, win, and win.
So let’s all take a moment and mourn the loss of status for the comparatively lame Super Bowl. Then go buy a ticket to Vienna, and I will see you next November for what we can all now agree is the greatest competition on Earth.
I’ve heard reports on the news lately about road rage, and I’d like to explore the phenomena. What causes road rage? Is it a sense of competitiveness? The need to be the leader of the pack and leave all the other cars behind, eating your dust? Perhaps those who experience road rage feel the need for speed.
If any of these qualities describes you, then you might be a prime candidate for road rage. And that’s the equivalent of poor gamesmanship around here. One occurrence of road rage might be forgiven, but if you repeatedly demonstrate road rage by ‘bumping’ the board or being cross with your fellow gamers, you run the risk of never being invited over for game night again.
Oh, sorry, I should have clairified (get it? Claire-ified) that I’m talking about Road Rage in the Mayfair Game Road Rally USA. This is a fast-paced game that gives any driver – licensed or not –the chance to prove that you can rally from behind and beat your fellow racers just by keeping cool and using your wit. Granted, staying calm during Road Rally USA can be a challenge at times, even before the cars get on the road! The first choice of car goes to the oldest player. (No wonder Mr. McPeters likes this game!) This shouldn’t be cause for road rage, however. It doesn’t matter which car you get. It’s how you use your cards and strategize that matter in Road Rage USA.
I can see where jockeying for position could cause some drivers to become a bit irritated. For example, if you land on the same space as another car, you must go directly behind that car, and if you drive as slowly as Mr. McPeters, that can cause a bit of frustration right there. But that doesn’t justify having a little ‘fender bender’ on the board and causing certain cars to go flying across the room, does it? Certainly not!
Let’s claire-ify this right now (yes, I’m over-using the word ‘Claire-ify,’ but this is my blog so I can get away with it). Being in the lead doesn’t make you the winner. To win Road Rally USA, you must be efficient about how you manage your fuel so you can come in first at checkpoints to maximize your points. If you find yourself behind the pack and feel the need for speed coursing through your veins, resist that urge! The faster you go, the less cards you can draw. And if you run out of cards, you run out of gas. Try a few calming techniques to stay focused on HOW you will maximize your points. Perhaps hum a tune, or remind yourself that being in the lead is not the way to win. Certainly, too much caffeine while driving might make a person jittery or anxious, so avoid those caffeinated drinks. You could alter the rules slightly so that at each checkpoint you have to have a lemon grass cookie and a glass of decaf sun tea. That would put me in a good mood, even if I was trailing the pack.
As for adjustments to the game, if I could change one thing about Road Rally USA to reduce the number of road rage incidents, it would be adding a car wash to the board. Who doesn’t feel better when they get their car washed? That would be a great way to lower stress.
Remember, when playing Road Rally USA, “Speed’s Not All You Need!”