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IT’S ALIVE!

IT’S ALIVE!

Ladies and gentlemen… my colleagues… people watching from home…

We have performed a successful vacuumcordoplasty. The patient’s prognosis is good… and it is going to live.

I’m a consumer whore! And how!

I’m a consumer whore! And how!

An update:

I’ve got tickets to see Rush on July 22nd (thanks, Lynnie and Bobby, for snagging one for me) and Jonathan Coulton on Smarch 22nd (lousy Smarch weather!). Concerts are awesome!

Max has been a relatively Good Boy™ since I’ve had him, although the little SOB (I can call him that ’cause it’s technically true) has been caught chewing on:

  • The edges of my rug
  • My old Magic: The Gathering card boxes that are waaay under my bed
  • The edge of my cheap shoe rack (pressboard)
  • The subwoofer for my PC
  • My freaking Strong Bad E-mail DVD case
  • Every receipt he’s found on the floor
  • The edges of the pillowcases for my denim sheet set
  • MY HAND, OW, MY FREAKING HAND
  • A box in my closet of random crap

I really need to remember to use my Bitter Apple on most of those things. I’m ditching the shoe rack for the kind that hangs in my closet (Thanks, Ikea!).

Speaking of Ikea, I went to Atlantic Station today. For those of you who don’t habla Atlantanese, Atlantic Station is a mixed-use kind of development. Think The Gateway in Salt Lake but on a larger scale– they’ve got a grocery store in there, way more apartments / condos and stores, and the aforementioned Ikea. I also snagged a napkin holder, a pasta strainer (I’ve never liked the colander I have), some demitasse spoons (to stir Max’s food) and… pasta in the shape of moose heads. From there, we ate at the Fox Sports Grill, which was way more expensive than I figured. I got more food value from my dollar, though… the chicken nachos there are YOOOOOOGE. I couldn’t finish ’em, which is testament to their size, I guess.

After that we ducked into the sports store next door, and I actually ended up buying two things. I got a hand-strength trainer (the kind with the high-tension springs) because I figure I won’t break those like I have my last three stress balls (yeah, yeah, yeah…) and… bright red Crocs.

My disdain for Crocs has been fairly vocal. I think they’re overpriced, ugly as hell, and are a fad on their way out. So why did I buy ’em? They’re extremely comfortable and I don’t have to wear socks with ’em, that’s why. I can just throw on my old scrubs in the morning and those to get the dog walked, and that way I don’t have to put my real clothes on, walk the dog, shed the clothes, shower, and then put everything back on. Three steps removed from the equation. Time savings. The fact that they were on sale for $15 didn’t hurt matters, either. I got them in red because that was the only color they had in Men’s sizes that would fit me. I’d have preferred black or even an olive drab, but you wear the shoes that you have, not the ones that you want. Or something. I’m rambling again, aren’t I?

The whole reason we went to Atlantic Station is because I finally broke down and bought a GPS (after missing a turn and getting waaaay lost on Friday) and was chomping at the bit to try it out. I snagged the TomTom Go 720. It lets you record your own voice directions! It connects to your phone! It downloads traffic data if you’ve got a data plan on said phone! It plays MP3s! It even helps you get from one point to another and shows a map!

Game night was tonight. The main reason why I’m mentioning this is because during the post-game wrap-up (which we have on the porch) all of the street lights went out, which was a little creepy. Five or ten minutes later, we heard small-caliber gunfire. I got a little more freaked out than I thought I would over something like that. Guess I’m not as metropolitan as I thought I was. Regardless, I feel that when you hear gunfire and you’re not expecting it, that’s about as good of a cue as any that it’s time to GTFO.

Now, you may be wondering why I’m mister Spend A Whole Lot Of Money lately, and I’ll tell you why… all of my tax refunds came in, and not only did I have enough to pay off all of my credit card debt, but I had extra left to play with (and still have some to sock away in savings). My CD also matures on the 22nd, but I think I’m just going to let it go for another six months while I figure out if there’s something higher-yield but still very low risk that I could invest it in. We’ll see.

It’s now 0400 hours. I need to get my arse into bed.

I think I’ll get my arse into bed now.

National D&D Day

National D&D Day

Alex and I decided on Thursday that we were going to join in the celebration of National Dungeons and Dragons day. We went to one of Alex’s regular haunts, a comic shop in Douglasville or Doraville or some damn city in Georgia that’s slightly southeast of Alpharetta and the name starts with a D (I think?) known as the Dragon’s Hoard. Within there were a bunch of HeroClix (which made me glad that I don’t play that anymore… it’s $10 for a single booster now), more comics than one could read in a lifetime, and a definite LACK of personal hygiene. Seriously… it’s called Speed-Stick. It’s not expensive (blatant lyric theft DONE).

We were playing a premade D&D campaign… mild bit of storytelling at the first, pre-assigned, pre-written characters, and random groups thrown together for the sheer joy of playing (and hopefully bringing more people into the RPG geek fold). As part of our swag we got an official D&D miniature of our character, a golf pencil, a 20-sided die (woo!), and a chance at winning SWANK PRIZES like a book written by Gary Gygax, one of the originiators of Dungeons and Dragons and a true Alpha Geek.

We showed up early and I killed time by talking about WOW with a few random people, browsing the comics, ignoring the manga (not hard, I’m not an Anime/Manga kind of guy, generally), buying some Pocky (now THAT I won’t ignore, sesame + chocolate = crazy delicious) and very nearly buying a copy of the Dungeons and Dragons Player’s Handbook (Version 3.5) but holding off since Version 4.0 is coming out in June and our D&D campaign is on hold anyway. After all were present and accounted for we had our groups organized. Mine consisted of a motley crew…

  1. Me, the hero of the story. I was playing a Halfling fighter/rouge named Nivag Gallowlee whose forte was using throwing axes and whose motivation for being on the journey was to help liberate some treasure from… well, wherever treasure can be liberated. I was also chaotic good, so that meant that I had to have damn good justification for wanting to loot the sarcophagus of a long-dead ancestor of one of the other party members.
  2. A guy who was probably late thirties or early forties who seemed a professional type, playing… the same Halfling fighter/rouge that I was (we had two more people than the scenario called for, so we had a few duplicates). He got the character’s original name, Gavin Gallowlee.
  3. Said guy’s sixth-grade daughter, who had never played D&D in a real-life setting… only an interactive DVD game. She was playing as an Elven sorceress who was there because someone in the group rescued her. She was definitely a True Believer in the geek lifestyle.
  4. A girl who was probably my age, maybe a little bit younger, playing as a Human fighter whose motivation was… something. I don’t know. Probably not as simple as “killing things and taking their stuff.” Stupid good alignments. She was wearing the traditional “Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup” shirt, which is a little geekier than I tend to go… but then again, I was in a Red versus Blue shirt, so I should shut my damn mouth.
  5. Her husband, who was only watching things with a somewhat bemused and bored expression on his face.
  6. The Dungeon Master, a portly gentleman known as… Pete. He had a massive collection of D&D figurines and had obviously been DMing since Version 1.
  7. A guy whose name I don’t remember, probably in his mid to late thirties, who had the perpetual look of a frightened rodent on his face (and the teeth to match). He was, however, pretty cool and the winner of the Gygax book. He was a Dwarven paladin of Moradin and one of the de facto leaders of the party.
  8. A dude named Shaun who was about to DM. He reminded me enough of Landon/Curtis (a former coworker and a current friend, for those of you who don’t know) that I had to catch myself and not call him that… but he had the same random long fingernails, same color of hair, same beard, and same closely-cropped haircut. It was a little unsettling. He was playing as the other Dwarven Paladin and one of the heirs to Frostsilver, the place where we went. He killed off his character by a heroic (read: stupid) leap onto a flying creature over a near-bottomless pit because of…
  9. The most annoying sonofabitch that I’ve had the displeasure of meeting in a long time and the kind of greasy-haired holier-than-thou PRICK that gives geeks and nerds a bad name. He was wearing a Hitchhiker’s Guide shirt, constantly sniffling, and cornered me, telling me about his character in a Vampire game that he was playing… and his character in a D&D campaign… and another one, and another one, and SHUT UP I DON’T FUCKING CARE ABOUT YOUR STUPID-ASS WERE-SKUNK NINJA. Er… yeah. He was a Dwarven Cleric, brother to the paladins, and a complete waste of space. DON’T USE ALL OF YOUR SPELLS BEFORE THE FINAL BATTLE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT. SOME OF US AREN’T WEARING FULL PLATE.

Er… yeah. I’m done now.

The adventure was simple hack ‘n slash, and we generally had a good time except for the fact that Prickboy wanted to run everyone’s character. He was constantly reaching over the table, re-arranging the party in the way that HE thought would be best, telling us how to run our characters, and arguing rules with the DM. Now, I’m all for clarifying rules with the DM when you’ve been gaming together for a while… but with a DM that you’ve never run with before? That’s just being childish, unless you are ABSOLUTELY SURE that an error has been made on something that is a matter of life or death… not a matter of one round of combat and one potential missed point of damage. That wasn’t the worst part, though…

This asshole TOOK THE CHARACTER SHEET OUT OF THE LITTLE GIRL’S HAND when she wanted to cast Magic Missile against an Ice Mephit because he was “sure that she could do SOMETHING better.”

The youngling looked crushed, her Dad looked furious, and everyone else was just stunned. The DM finally said “Let her play her own character”.

Then he did it AGAIN. At this point, I was ready to leap across the table and beat him stoutly with my fists and forehead (since he was also whining about my throwing my axes rather than using them as melee weapons… even though I do more damage throwing them from a 30 foot range) and I’m sure that the little girl’s father would’ve gladly joined in.

Asshole guy left during the final battle (classy), we defeated the evil, and all was good with the world again… but DAMN, do I want to kick that guy’s ass.

WELCOME TO THE NEXT LEVEL

WELCOME TO THE NEXT LEVEL

Strongbow: Surprisingly not bad.

I’m now officially part of a Bar Trivia team. Lynnie and Bobby took me out Tuesday before last to meet up with some good friends of theirs. I answered questions about semi-obscure stuff (The Last King of Scotland was a movie about what dictator?) and listened to others answer questions about more obscure stuff (The world’s first food purity law involved beer. The Duke of what German province enacted this law in 15xx?) I may have found my calling in life.

As for this coming weekend… I already know what I’m gonna be doing. For hours and hours on end.

Ladies and gentlemen… I now have two next-gen systems. The die has been cast, and it landed on…

360.

For those of you who care, my GamerTag is MrSpinch. I’ll probably end up adding another damn widget to this blog showing my gamerscore and all of that fun stuff. I don’t have any real DVD-based games yet… but I immediately bought Carcassonne. DAMN it feels good to be a geek.

Ohgod…

Ohgod…

I’ve done it. I’ve finally done it.

I bought Guitar Hero. Both of them.

I have a wireless blue metallic Flying V-looking guitar in the mail, and a wired black Gibson SG-looking one here.

I’ve been rocking out. I don’t plan on doing so with various things also being out, though.

I haven’t smashed the guitar yet.

I have engaged in a full-fledged rock star scream that would make Kri5is proud, though.

I’m going to stop writing single sentences now.

Bah.

Bah.

OK, here’s one for ya. And no, you’re not going to escape the typical Emo “Life Sucks” bullshit that blogs are for with this.

Over the weekend, I was feeling great, if tired. There was a LAN party on Friday that I went to, and even though I was ruthlessly and mercilessly slaughtered, I had a great time. I had a belt test on Saturday, and made my first rank progression after three grueling hours of exercise. It was the first time since… well, probably my promition or Tech of the Month in late August that I felt that I had accomplished something and really GROWN, y’know? I celebrated with some friends in the best way possible… Soul Calibur 3.
Sunday was relaxing. Monday brought a surprise in the form of information that my grade in Ethics and Values wasn’t nearly as awful as had previously been reported.

And then Tuesday came. And so did further issues at work regarding a few employees which I’m not going to bring up, as I’m sworn to confidentiality regarding the issue and I know that coworkers read this blog. And then today, and even more issues at work. The same guy that I’ve had issues with regarding our databases tore into me because I made a simple mistake and typed in a date wrong.

I’m human, and if he would’ve e-mailed me asking where the file was located or dealing directly with me instead of e-mailing my boss with his usual macho bullshit posturing, things would’ve been FINE.

Why is it that whenever you start feeling happy again it is as though God, or Fate, or whatever just decides “Ha ha! We’re just kidding! We’re going to make things WORSE for you, no matter what you try to do! We don’t care if you’re trying desperately to keep a positive attitude about things! We don’t care if you see light at the end of the tunnel because WE ARE GOING TO SNUFF IT OUT.

As I have often said… I Try.

It just seems like I’m trying in vain.