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Tim actually looks a little like this.

He's also a graduate of Stanford University ('06, B.A. in English; minor in East Asian Studies) and a lifetime console gamer (from which the 'Player Two' moniker is derived). Born in the faraway land of New Jersey in 1983, he now resides in Houston, Texas with a Wii, two computers, three full hard drives, more than a dozen WoW characters, and lots of free time.

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September 26th, 2010

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Through some happy coincidence, I heard this today for the first time.



I couldn't stop my face from breaking into a grin. Christ's sake, I really am insufferable--even more so than usual--about all of this, and something tells me I always will be.

(Thanks for putting up with it.)

The upside is that, hey, there's one day of the year on which I'm guaranteed not to bite your head off if you try talking to me.

March 17th, 2010

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Aunt and uncle just called from the Philippines to say that my grandfather passed away earlier this morning.

My aunt was the older of his two daughters, and to put it gently, they didn't have the greatest relationship.  Once my grandmother died, my grandfather came down from Baguio to live with my aunt and uncle; he was given a small, squalid apartment separated from the main household by all of five meters.  I don't think he and my aunt ever spoke heart-to-heart again.

I went to see him last year while I was in Quezon City; my mother didn't share the same antipathy toward her dad.  He was cooking for himself while killing mice, trapped by adhesive paper on the floor, with the end of his cane.  In his bedroom--if you could call it that; it had a mattress on an iron frame--he'd hung a white suit over the door of his dresser and written something in a shaky penciled scrawl next to it.  I don't understand Ilokano, so I had no idea what it said.

When we were ready to leave, my grandfather reached out to shake my hand, with a strong grip completely incongruous with his feeble voice.  "Thank you for being my friend," he said with a smile.

"I'll always be your friend," I said.  I couldn't help wondering how much of one I'd been before, nearly twenty years ago, when he and my grandmother came to stay with us for a few weeks in Houston.

Later, my mother told me what the inscription next to his suit meant:

This is the suit I want to be buried in when I die.

I wonder.

God be with you, Lolo.

November 25th, 2009

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I ran across this at three in the morning (because, as we know, there's a proper time to trip and fall face-first into nostalgia, and - give or take a few minutes - three in the morning is it). Sam, something tells me you've already seen it.

My screentime amounts to about four seconds, which I think is just the right amount given my visibility as dorm staff that year.

September 26th, 2009

Truth is, I slept early last night in the hopes of being awake for as much of today as possible.

In return for this quirky little show of innocent belief and childlike devotion, so many things went just as I imagined they should. In a way, though, I don't know that I've ever expected anything less whenever this date comes around. Maybe it's all a self-fulfilling prophecy, as today is the one day on the calendar on which I'll forgive just about anything, but I feel perfectly justified in sitting back and marveling just because I can.

Golden birthday, indeed.

(In the end, Stanford won, too. After the fact, it doesn't come as much of a surprise.)

July 8th, 2009

Quarter past five; Mika Nakashima and Aya Kamiki filling my headphones with music and lyrics that I've never heard before while I type away in Word. I could do worse being wide awake in the not-quite-morning.

I know you've all seen those Sports Illustrated commercials that pop up after every championship-clinching game: the ones hawking leather-bound volumes, team logo hoodies, and all the other paraphernalia that fans lap up in the wake of vicarious euphoria. I don't remember SI cranking out these offers in the mid-nineties, when the Rockets won their titles, so I haven't ever felt terribly compelled to pick up the phone and join in the parade. I guess my allegiances have always been misplaced and/or ill-timed as far as champions go. Saves me money, at any rate.

Well, not this year... and not this year.

SI only gave the Penguins a regional cover, since Kobe and the Lakers clinched the NBA title the same week, so forget them. It's time to head straight to the source and pick up one of these bad boys from the NHL store. I'd like to think I'll remember this past season for a long time regardless, but from where I'm standing right now, I can't see how it'd hurt to keep it fresh in my mind.

That said--and I know it's July--I do sort of wish there were a free fleece pullover involved in this deal, just to complete the experience. But it's okay, NHL store. I'm willing to make some sacrifices, because my team won the Stanley Cup.

June 12th, 2009

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Your 2009 Stanley Cup champions: the Pittsburgh Penguins!

AHHAHAHAHAHA YES.

June 6th, 2009

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Game 1 (in Detroit) - L 1-3
Game 2 (in Detroit) - L 1-3
Game 3 (in Pittsburgh) - W 4-2
Game 4 (in Pittsburgh) - W 4-2
Game 5 (in Detroit) - ???

Steal it.

June 4th, 2009

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Game 1 (in Detroit) - L 1-3
Game 2 (in Detroit) - L 1-3
Game 3 (in Pittsburgh) - W 4-2
Game 4 (in Pittsburgh) - ???

もう一回。

June 2nd, 2009

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Game 1 (in Detroit) - L 1-3
Game 2 (in Detroit) - L 1-3
Game 3 (in Pittsburgh) - ???

Do it. Better than the last game.

May 31st, 2009

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Game 1 (in Detroit) - L 1-3
Game 2 (in Detroit) - ???

Do it.
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