If You Can Dodge a Wrench, You Can Dodge a Ball Thrown by a Mormon on a Trampoline

Yes, the title says it all. Last night for FHE we went to Sky High Sports in Rancho Cordova. What is that? It's a sports facility dedicated primarily to trampolines. And safety. And dodgeball.

Now, you might think, "Geez, Chad, that's a pretty dumb concept for an activity." To which I reply, "You don't know what you're missing!"

So what they have set up is a series of trampolines joined together by safety padding, with trampolines on the sides. You bounce from trampoline to trampoline, picking up the dodgeball and getting others (and yourself) out. It couldn't have been more fun.

Now, I actually suspected that it would suck. Mostly, I actually suspected that I'd be standing in the corner by myself with two or three bullies (a la the Simpsons) pounding on me or bouncing me up and down against my will. All the while I'd be shaking back and forth, shouting: "Make it go away! Make it go away!" I don't like bullies, and I especially don't like danger.

But what I found was a safe environment, happy people (who could be sad on a trampoline?), and I was pretty OK at dodging. Not throwing, but dodging.

So, if you've got $10 to spare, I highly recommend trampoline dodgeball. Worth every (church-sponsored) penny and liability waiver signing.

So, to close this off with a Jack Handy saying:

"If I ever opened a trampoline store, I don't think I'd call it Trampo-Land, because you might think it was a store for tramps, which is not the impression we are trying to convey with our store. On the other hand, we would not prohibit tramps from browsing, or testing the trampolines, unless a tramp's gyrations seemed to be getting out of control."

Note: None of these are from our activity. It's hard to take a picture on a trampoline.

Would You Like Ferengis with That?

So, yesterday I went to the library to pick up a book or two (this time I picked up four, all travel books for planning my trip to Europe). And the internet was down at the library, and their website wasn't available either to search for books or even to scan them at checkout. This meant that the librarian had to write down the serial number on my books and then enter them in later when the computers are back online.

So, we were chatting it up about the Old School library, you know, the card in the slot, the card catalog, lining up the books just right, etc. At which point the librarian said: "You know, it's like deja vu all over again, or nIB'poH as the Klingons say, not as if I'm into that or anything." We then went on for about 20 seconds until I said, "Oh, you study Klingon?" to which she replied: "Well, not as if I take any classes, but yes, I study it."

I smiled the whole time.

Now let me tell you, I loved me some Star Trek when I was a kid. It was fun and sexy and adventurous. I was a bit of a nerd (read: my mommy thought I was cool) and a Trekkie, and I think there's a little bit of Trekkie in me still. But if you're going to bust out the Klingon dictionary, you need to own it. You know, throw down some awesome Klingon rhymes, mating ceremony poems, and Klingon jive talkin'. So sister friend at the library, you rock it, y'all.

And for a low price in Vegas, these wedding options can be yours. Let's see, which ones in the picture immediately above were less than happy at attending his brother's wedding in Star Trek costume? I count at least 4.