The first one was too small

I actually got to look at an apartment today — $1600, 3 bedrooms, no broker’s fee, not far from my current digs. It was way too small for three people, though. The kitchen was nice, but only one of the “bedrooms” (that’s pretty much all there was, nothing that could be counted as a living room) was really large enough for an adult, and the bathroom was so tiny that some people would actually have difficulty using it. Oh well.

Games Club was sparsely attended last night. I played one game: Too Many Cooks, a simple and fun trick-taking game that I’d like to try again, even though I came in last. Next time I want to use the suggested rules variant so that I don’t wind up with the guy on my right having the same menu (victory condition) as I do three rounds out of five (a certain recipe for disaster, since play proceeds clockwise, making him almost certain to be able to grab the tricks we both need before I can). Most of us left a bit before midnight.

It’s been cold and rainy for the past few days. I’ve been out in the cold and damp without proper attire too much; I feel the warning signs of a cold coming on.

Giving up on Firefly

That’s it, strike four, it’s out. I finally remembered to set my VCR, to put the cable box on the right channel, made sure the tape was rewound, all that good stuff, figured I’d finally get to see a whole episode of Firefly, and last night I wound up recording one hour of baseball. Which is a reason not to watch any Fox show. Bad enough I missed half a season of Futurama because of football, I see no reason to get hooked on yet another show that’ll get yanked out from under me by the fact that sports gets higher ratings. I’m at the point where any network that guarantees me that it won’t cover sports (outside of a slot in normal news coverage) will gain a chunk of my loyalty.