![[Hwan]](images/journal/hh_beer1.jpg) Love Actually Stinks Friday was downtown pool, some Sheppard and Yonge club, then a Richmond Hill birthday party. I would say more but I'm dying of fatigue right now. I stayed up late to watch Love Actually, a DVD a co-worker requested I watch. Terrible, soul-sucking film. Over 2 hours of schlocky tedium, I should've stopped it at the 15 minute mark. The film tells the story of seven or eight tenuously related, transparently written, unbearably simple stories featuring vapid, vaguely repulsive individuals/losers. Oh man I get upset just thinking how it has stolen two hours of my life -- two hours better spent sleeping! That's The Name of the Name Game Saturday was ultimate and BBQ day at the Seto household. Ultimate is that game which is kinda like soccer except you throw around a flying, spinning plastic disc instead of kicking a ball. It's a really easy game -- you randomly throw the disc at people and hope someone on your team catches it. If they don't, that's okay because it means less running for you. I think the name ultimate is derived from "alter-mate", as in instead of seeing someone you love you do this sport which is admittedly a lot cheaper. I understand that that's a big draw of "alter-mate". Afterwards we had a much deserved BBQ, which featured a lot of thick meats, cooked over thin metal bars heated by gas flames. I think it's called a "gas-heat-flame cooker". After everyone had their beefy injections (including hamburgers, hotdogs, garlic and maple syrup marinated chicken, shrimp-kabobs, grilled vegetables, pasta shells, fresh fruit, etc), Girl had us play "The Name Game". Everyone writes up a bunch of names on slips of paper -- the more obscure, the better. The names can be literary, pseudonyms, long past history -- in fact, they can be completely made up. These are then collected together and teams are randomly created. Play begins with one teammate on a team randomly selecting a slip, reading the name and then trying to get one of their teammates to say that name without saying the name themselves. There are other minor rules of the "no rhymes, no letters" type, but otherwise it's quite open. When/if their teammates correctly say the name, the next teammate on that team reads another selected name, and so the process goes until a minute passes at which point the number of slips used are counted and added to that team's score. Now it's the next team's turn, and so on until the teams agree to stop (as there are only so many slips of paper). It's actually quite fun, and the especially esoteric names force players to get creative with their descriptions. The game also reveals a lot about what people know and/or recognize, how much they pay attention to the news/media circuits, and what they associate with famous people. The Name Game; ask for it by.. well, you know...
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