This past Saturday, I had the pleasure of taking in the Ring of Fire 29: Aftershock mixed martial arts fighting event at the Broomfield Events Center. As I mentioned before, this followed after taking my company founder (I’m not supposed to treat him like “the boss”…) out to roller derby last month. As it turns out, his wife is friends with the wife of the local fighter who was the main event of the night. This fact would turn out add both interest and stress to the night for her.
I don’t have the wherewithal to run down all of my observations from the night, but the fights leading up to the two big fights were enjoyable. The results are available for those who care. A few highlights:
- There was one premature stoppage. Dude got clocked but was defending himself “intelligently” by the time he landed on his back.
- One of the referees looked like The Wife’s brother in a couple decades. No worries, he was a handsome devil.
- The crowd was… Wow. Now that I think about it, it should have been what I expected.
Which brings me to the two big fights of the night, both in the 205lb weight class.
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There’s plenty going on these days, but that’s all I can think of to share at the moment.
This morning I got a good laugh while listening to Hivelogic Dan’s podcast featuring Ernie from Little. Yellow. Different. (me and Ernie go way back, y’know…) when Ern uttered the following:
I’m basically working for a porn site. Food porn!
It’s true. On many levels, it turns out.
Is it just me, or is Bloc Party absolutely worthless?
Both albums they’ve come out with (that I’ve known about) have gotten all kinds of indie nerd buzz, but I just flat-out hate ‘em. It confuses me, because they tend to get lumped in with stuff I like a lot (The Shins) or a least a little (Arcade Fire). And yet, I just want to punch them every time I listen to them. The entire emo scene has nothing on the whining done by these douches.
There. That feels better.
Oh, and Happy Birthday to Miracle Ed! Someday soon he might get out of the Army.
So the big news of the past few days is the hot water heater saga:
Last Thursday evening The Wife and I went out in Boulder to the Rio with a gaggle of my new coworkers. After a lovely evening discussing the possibilities of attending a roller derby, a mixed martial arts bout, or a minor league hockey game (or all three) with the company founder’s wife, we came home to discover that we had no hot water. A quick trip downstairs revealed that our twelve-year-old tank was done and dead and pissing itself on the basement floor. Off go the water valves, and I know what I get to do Friday (hardly a worthwhile day off work, if you ask me).
Long story shorter than it might be: We actually had the funds on-hand to do the upgrade to a tankless water heater like I’ve wanted to do. Now I’m a proud owner of a Rinnai unit hidden away in my crawl space. The old space for the water heater is now only filled by a wall-mounted control panel. Best of all, I can take a shower all friggin’ day long if I want to.
There are couple downsides: the hot water is mighty slow to come at first; the hot water pressure is noticeably lower than that of the cold water. But neither of those bother me much — the continuous nature of the hot water (I can now happily take my shower after everyone else in the house!) more than balances them out, IMO. (Oh, and I guess I get $300 next tax season…)
Also worth noting: David at Oasis Plumbing rules me - highly recommended.
Other News:
The last weekend featured a lot of interaction with real, live human beings, which is a bit odd, to be honest.
On Friday, I had poker with the boys. The games have been extremely rare lately, and I missed the last one, so this was exciting. Of course, I lost my pants, but that’s not the point. 
Saturday was my darling mother’s birthday celebration. (Her actual birthday was Sunday.) The Wife and I drove down to enjoy Hockey Night in Canada with Mom and her pack of “adopted” kids (plus three Great Danes, two other dogs, and two cats). Beer, hockey, and good-natured smack talk made it a super fun evening. If nothing else, I demonstrated the obviousness of the fact that I am my mother’s son. The only bummer is that we missed the opening bout of the Rocky Mountain Rollergirls‘ new season, which happened to be on the same night.
Sunday wasn’t as public, but we managed to not sit on the couch all day.
And I didn’t even touch WoW for the whole weekend.
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