Today is a monumental day in U.S. – and no, I’m not talking about Halo 4. Today is the day to vote for who you feel is most deserving to be your president for the next four years.
Regardless of who you support, I’m hoping you take advantage of your right to vote today. As a Canadian, I’m not eligible, but I urge all of you that are to make your vote count!
Though the In Third Person audience is primarily American, it doesn’t hurt to give a nod to my home and native land on its special day. To all of In Third Person’s Canadian readers, happy Canada Day!
Where was I on the day boxing died?
I was with my family, watching Manny Pacquiao out-class Timothy Bradley, only to be rewarded with a controversial loss due to split decision.
For the past few months I’ve been making an honest effort to learn how to cook. Though my first few efforts were mediocre at best, I’ve definitely stepped up my game. Though I am far from an Iron Chef, it feels liberating to know that I’m in a place now where I can actually cook real food. One day, I hope that I’m good enough as a chef that I can make a decent meal on the fly with whatever ingredients and cooking tools I have at my disposal.
Though cooking can be a time-intensive process, that hasn’t bogged down my enjoyment of the process, which I enjoy quite a bit. Why? Oddly, I’ve been able to draw a connection between my enjoyment of cooking and enjoyment of video games.
After completing my day 1 meal, I texted a picture of it to my mom and told her how it turned out. She laughed at my results and responded back with one of her signature dishes for me to try out. With Steff gone for the night to watch the midnight premiere screening of the Hunger Games, I was once again on my own for dinner. Did I have what it took to make her chicken with mushroom cream sauce?
If life were an RPG, and you were to analyze how my life skill points have been allocated, it would be clear that I’ve done some min-maxing. While I may be a pretty good video game player, I can’t cook. Having grown up in a family where my mom was a pro-star chef, I’m not afraid to admit that I took advantage of her cooking skills for all that it was worth. Left to my own devices, I couldn’t cook a Pop Tart without it burning and shattering into pieces in the toaster. If you’re wondering, yes, I actually did screw up a Pop Tart not too long ago to the point where I had to turn my toaster upside down to dump the charred remains of a burnt Pop Tart.
With that said, I made a commitment to myself that I would at least make an honest effort to figure this cooking thing out the moment I moved out on my own. Not too long ago, I went through a 3-night stretch where I had to fend for myself in order to eat dinner. I could have settled for fast food or a microwavable dinner, but I decided to grow up and try this cooking thing for real. With the limited cooking skills I have, was I able to turn anything around that didn’t completely suck?
Today’s our big day! Steff and I will be moving into our new place. These next few days will be quite hectic, as we’ll be going through the process of setting everything up (including internet access). The amount of time I can spend on In Third Person for the time being could be compressed, but fret not. I have some posts scheduled to go for the time being, and I’m hoping to at least get back into the swing of things to talk about my two most anticipated games of the year: Mass Effect 3 and Street Fighter X Tekken, both of which are out on the same day.
Till then, I’ll get back to packing the moving truck. See you all soon!
My voice used to play a much larger role in my life and my livelihood. In my first college tenure, I trained to become a radio announcer. After graduating, I got a job as a part-time radio announcer for a country radio station, handling the overnight shift and weekend weather reports. When that fell through, I took matters into my own hands, and started a podcast with my former radio broadcasting classmate, which was successful in its own right. Off the strength of word-of-mouth, we peaked at over 1,000 subscribers. Whether I was being paid to do it, or doing it for fun, I loved being a public personality.
Then one day, it all disappeared, and I haven’t said anything on a public medium in years. What happened?
After almost a year of discussion, months of going through hundreds of apartment listings and weeks of taking appointments, Steff and I felt like we might have found the one. Despite how in love we were with that place, and how actively we were communicating with our point of contact to get more information about the place, we wanted to check out at least one more place as a gut check.
However, someone else was in the running for our potential dream condo, and we were being pressed to make a decision fast. Would this one last appointment make the difference? Would it screw us out of the one we had our hearts set on by taking too long to respond? Click through to find out!
After our first two appointments, particularly the second one, Steff and I were feeling pretty low about our search. While there are always hundreds of apartment listings available in the area we were looking for, the two we thought were great didn’t live up to our expectations and we were concerned that things wouldn’t get better.
For our next two appointments, we decided to check out some condos. Would we have better luck with the condos than we did with the houses?
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