No. Unfortunately, I didn't get to play baseball with my favorite Japanese team. I just yanked this picture off the Engrish.com website, and well... you desperately needed to see it, I think. Someday, however, it is my dream to pitch for the Bastards. I think that's the only way I can justify my utter lack of control. In short, if I'm pitching at your head, it's not because I suck as a pitcher. Nope. It's because I'm a Bastard.
Anyway, the time off was well-spent. I went golfing and managed to get an outstanding score of 70. Then again, my math skills completely suck, so there's a pretty decent chance that I forgot to carry at least a few ones (and possibly a couple of twos). So, honestly, my score could be anywhere between 65 and 378. The margin of error is just that high.
I did go camping. I'd forgotten how utterly horrible the camping experience actually is. When the sun was up, it's was a nice time. Without it though, it's a cold, damp, unhappy hell spent getting gang-raped by mosquitoes who seem to have a drinking problem as we huddled around a weak fire right out of a freakin' Jack London novel. I didn't even catch a fish. Everyone else caught a fish. The only thing I managed to catch was a cold. Screw nature. It should all be slashed and burned and paved over to build Wal-Marts and NASCAR tracks. I would die if stranded in the woods. Therefore, that threat to my life must be destroyed. I mean, what kind of retard can't catch a friggin' fish in a tiny pond that's packed full of them? And fire without gas is just not possible to me. From now on, I'm going fishing with pipe-bombs, and if I don't see smoke-jumpers raining down from the heavens, I'm not going to be satisfied with my campfire.
Aside from that, my computer is currently all repaired and working happily, I think. They put in a new hinge that looks like it belongs in the space program. And, it's made out of a strange material called "metal" --a material that seems to be lacking ona great many computer-related products these days.
Okay, now it seems I've got a load of catching up to do. I hope everyone has managed to spin over and congratulate John Scalzi for winning the Campbell Award for Best New Writer at this year's Hugo ceremony. If there's one thing I like better than seeing bad things happen to bad people, it's when really good things happen to really good people. Way to go, John.