Mike Erickson: 25-year-old transportation engineer in Hamilton, NJ. What you're most likely to find here: little quips about my personal life, architecture, photography, music, videos, dogs, science and/or video games.
Went to a “dueling piano” bar tonight where there’s two pianos on stage and they take turns playing covers of songs people request. I recognized about 10% of them because apparently I don’t have the same musical tastes of middle-aged white person.

Went to a “dueling piano” bar tonight where there’s two pianos on stage and they take turns playing covers of songs people request. I recognized about 10% of them because apparently I don’t have the same musical tastes of middle-aged white person.

I don’t think i mentioned this, but a new hunting/outdoorsy place recently opened up near my parents’ house, and the last time I went down there (like maybe 2 or 3 weekends ago now) we went over to check it out.  They had an archery range where you could either bring your own equipment or rent, so we decided to rent and give it a shot (hyuck hyuck). 
My dad and I started on the recurve (pictured) and then switched to a compound halfway through.  The recurve was obviously harder to draw back, but felt way more satisfying.  The compound string also had a tendency to catch my left forearm which hurt like a bitch.  Between that and hurting my right fingertips from puling the string back (my dad made fun of me saying I had, “desk hands”) it was more physically demanding than i expected, but I still would love to do it again.
Anyway, my sister-in-law finally put these pictures up on Facebook yesterday, so take a look at my horrible form.  No wonder i kept hitting above the target if that’s how I was aiming.

I don’t think i mentioned this, but a new hunting/outdoorsy place recently opened up near my parents’ house, and the last time I went down there (like maybe 2 or 3 weekends ago now) we went over to check it out.  They had an archery range where you could either bring your own equipment or rent, so we decided to rent and give it a shot (hyuck hyuck). 

My dad and I started on the recurve (pictured) and then switched to a compound halfway through.  The recurve was obviously harder to draw back, but felt way more satisfying.  The compound string also had a tendency to catch my left forearm which hurt like a bitch.  Between that and hurting my right fingertips from puling the string back (my dad made fun of me saying I had, “desk hands”) it was more physically demanding than i expected, but I still would love to do it again.

Anyway, my sister-in-law finally put these pictures up on Facebook yesterday, so take a look at my horrible form.  No wonder i kept hitting above the target if that’s how I was aiming.