Wednesday, April 26, 2006

People are Strange

If there is anything I love in this world... besides my wife (Hi Honey)... it’s folk that can make me laugh. And if they can make me laugh while giving me good information, well, that’s just like frosting on an incredibly rich cake, now isn’t it. So when I got my “Cool Site of the Day” from Kim Komando this morning, I was delighted to find that it took me
here --> http://www.theimpulsivebuy.com/
Who ever this person is... well... he’s my kind of stupid. What he does is... ummm... he buys random things from the store and then gives you his review of them in just such a way that... well, he made me laugh, especially with his review of Vault Soda. Oh, yes my friends, chuckles were had. (You may have to look in the archives to find it.)

I also think that he may be a Browncoat. Not that he makes any direct references, but just by some of the things that he says. Body language of the pen, you might say. I could be very wrong, but, he has the faint, yet pleasin’ odor of the ‘verse.
So, check him out, you’ll be pleased.

Monday, April 24, 2006

Old School?

Ok, so I was in this gamer store, not a video game “gamer” store, a real gamer store... you know the kind that sell dice and little figures and books... Ya, you know the kind. So there I was, poking around, kinda re-living my youth and secretly hoping to find the “Serenity” RPG so that I would have to buy it. So I picked up some things, the kind of things small enough that I can pay for with cash and not have to explain to my wife why I bought gaming supplies that will never be used. With me so far?
So, I walk up to the counter, and in come some kids, who sign a sheet before disappearing into the back room. “Tournament” I think to myself. So I ask the guy behind the counter, “What they playin’ in the back room?” He tells me, and I don’t remember what it was ‘cause I’d never heard of it. I just nod and hand him some bills for the useless crap I just bought. Then some kid next to me asks, “So... what d’ you play?” I turn to look at the short, slightly overweight, tee shirt clad gamer to my left. “Nothin’ any more,” I said, “used to play D&D back in the day, but not so much any more.”
He nods, “What edition?”
EDITION? I didn’t know there were any editions of D&D. So I fake it.
“Oh,” I say, “Advanced.” Now, just to straighten the record, I used to play a lot more than that. AD&D was the standard, but I also played Traveler, Shadow Run, Battle-Tech, Car Wars, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (yes, it was an RPG long before it was a cartoon) and countless other experiments.
“Oh,” he grins and nods in that timeless geeky fasion, “Old School.”

Old school! Old school? I’m trying to let this sink in. Old school. Like 70’s rock on vinyl records? Ya, that can be cool. So, I’m an “old school gamer.”
*Shakes head*
I gotta get a hobbie. As cool as being "Old School" could be in the geek world, It just doesn’t feel that cool.
“Old School!” The little dork!

Friday, April 21, 2006

Firefly "Who are You" Test

I was looking around and found this cool little "who are you" test based on Firefly. Kinda cool.
As it turns out I'm 81% like Mal. I like that, but I would have rather been Wash, but it seems that I lack Hawaiian shirts. I'll have to work on that. The part that really stresses me out, is that I'm so close to being Inara... (80%) What's that all about!?! I'm just as much of a highly trained hooker as I am a leader of men (and women?) Gees... gives me the willies...
And while were on the subject... how is it possible that I'm 75% Simon the cry-baby doctor? Ehhhhh... I'm gonna have to work on my Jayne skills... or buy a few hawaiian shirts.
Anyway, here's my results...

Capt. Mal Reynolds: 81%
Inara: 80%
Simon: 75%
Zoe: 63%
Jayne: 63%
Wash: 63%
River: 56%
Book: 50%
Kaylee: 31%

Take the test yourself, see how you do.
quizfarm

Thursday, April 20, 2006

What the Hell Kind of Place is This?

I was at the gym yesterday. Yes I go to the gym… every other day… for an hour. Not because I’m some kind of meathead or anything. I go because… well… lets just say that I’m trying to avoid the day when I clutch at my chest in agony before falling to the floor dead. I’d like to try to out live my parentage.
Anyway, Like I was saying before ADD boy took over, I was at the gym, walking on my treadmill, trying to keep my heart rate in the mid 140’s, and jamming to Dark Side of the Moon, when I looked up at one of the television screens…
The cardio room has televisions all over the place, and all of the machines have little jacks, so that you can listen to any of the TV’s. I don’t use ‘em, ‘cause they almost always have something lame on, and besides, I go to the gym to avoid the “stupid box.” Sorry, ADD boy again.
… So I look up at one of the screens and they have some Country music station on.
As if the words “Country” and “Music” belong in the same sentence.
Anyway, I look up and see this pretty young lady getting dressed for the prom, or some such. And she’s bald. So I jack in to the television receiver and hear a song about a girl who has cancer. The chemo has taken her hair, but she’s going to the prom anyway. The boy who has come to get her is wearing a baseball cap, and when she gets to the bottom of the stairs, he takes off the cap to reveal that he has shaved his head in order to help support her.
At this point, I realize that I’m crying. Damn country music.
I don’t cry, in general. But considering what has happened to our family in the past week, I guess I was overdue.
How is it that we live in a world where men have walked on the moon. Cars can get 60+ miles to the gallon. We can fly to the other side of the world in a matter of hours. We can send an email to the farthest reaches of the Earth in nanoseconds. But, we can’t cure a 26-year-old mother of two little boys of cancer? What the hell kind of place is this?

Monday, April 17, 2006

The Battle is Over

She lost. Leslee passed away last Wednesday. Stupid thing is… it wasn’t the leukemia that got her. She died of pneumonia due to the chemo.
No matter how you slice it, 26 is just too damn young.
For us, the living… we just keep flying, and hope that it’s enough.
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