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God Dandruff March 1st, 2009

snow 3-1-09

lol wut

and the beginning of something great January 23rd, 2009

This could be a wonderful four (eight!) years.

layover, hangover December 28th, 2008

got back last night at 11:30… i didnt even unpack. I just peeled off my clothes and collapsed into bed.

Josh and Sarah’s wedding was wonderful; just perfect. everyone had a great time and nothing (that i could see) went awry. Good luck you crazy kids.

I had blast at my Dad’s for xmas, too. I brought him Crysis and we had a merry time killing North Koreans from the future. Also… its surreal to be playing Rock Band with your family. O_o

Now… to recuperate a bit. laundry, videogames and maybe run some errands. and then, back to the grind tomorrow.

Holidaze December 24th, 2008

Alrighty… heading up to Knoxville to see Dad, then back down to ATL for JAAAASH’s rehearsal and wedding!

Be back Saturday night (i think)!

Zombie Run November 17th, 2008

A buddy of mine from work is starting up a Zombie Run campaign using the Savage Worlds rules, by Pinnacle. The campaign takes place 2 months after Z-Day in NYC, on Manhattan island.

In this game, as being tasty morsels, one much create multiple characters that all go into a pool, so that when one gets eaten, another can be brought up to PC status quickly. Here are my 4 concepts:

Male Nurse:
Leslie Stephanopoulos is a male nurse, 31, of Greek decent (dark, wavy hair, dark complexion) who is defensive about both his chosen (and much beloved) profession and his perceived effeminacy. He is quick to anger by any insult about his masculinity, but is too compassionate and pacifist to do much more than pout about it. His medical skills are somewhat basic, as he has never had any intention of progressing much farther than his current level of education/profession. While somewhat fussy and negative, he is truly caring about the well-being of those around him, even those who may mock him. He tends to be overly cautious and often has a “we’re safe here, why leave?” attitude.

Almost Retired Cop:
James “Jimbo” Lawrence is an overweight, white-haired Caucasian man of about 60 who has been on the Police Force in northern Florida for decades. He has, in the last 3 years, moved to NYC to be closer to his (now missing) daughter, who, unfortunately, has advanced cancer and was receiving treatment in a nearby hospital. Jimbo has a calm, even-keeled attitude and a soothing, folksy voice to match. While a decent marksman, Jimbo has always preferred to let a calm voice and sincere attitude resolve his conflicts, both on his personal life and out on the beat. Surprisingly strong for a man of his stature, he has been proficient in immobilizing and detaining troublesome suspects with a swift, unexpected action during a calming talk. He was 6 months from full retirement when Z-Day occurred. Jimbo is very likely to sacrifice himself if he knows that it will save his companions.

Hibachi Chef:
Lee Ho Fook, 24, is a young man of Thai, Japanese and Caucasian decent who has been an employee of a local Benihana Japanese hibachi steak-house for nearly 5 years. He was easily the highest paid chef there, due to his unique affinity and skill with the knives, his gracious showmanship and his exotic good looks. Shy and quiet, Lee never says two words when one will do. As mentioned above, he is unusually talented with his knives and possesses an above-average dexterity. Lee is a long-time fan of Asian martial-arts cinema, superhero comic books and garish horror movies. Lee is utterly, almost obsessively, preoccupied with the logical ramifications of the Zombie Apocalypse. Why did it happen? How did it happen? What powers the undead?

Dirty Laundry TV Reporter:
Kirk Henley, 38, has the chiseled jaw, classic good looks, and commanding baritone voice of an actor. However, his time in NYC has long since withered away any shred of innocence, optimism or sincerity he once had. Now, as the lead ‘journalist’ on the trashy investigative-reporting/paparazzi show Dirty Laundry, Kirk has instead honed his instincts, cunning, hawk-like powers of observation and oily charisma into a razor-sharp edge. The ease with which he can get another person into divulging something they had not intended to, trip over their own words, or somehow incriminate themselves, makes all but the most confident of people wary of him. Those that are familiar with his show often recognize that it has done just as much harm as good… he doesn’t care if he’s exposing a crooked politician, reporting a corporate cover-up or blowing the lid off of a celebrities affair. The outcome, for good or ill, is immaterial to him: only the ratings matter. Kirk is extremely concerned with his own preservation and is self-centered, but his fear of the zombies (and his fear of being alone) more than assures that he will not double-cross his survivor companions, unless it is for an extremely good reason. Kirk will never volunteer for anything dangerous, no matter how vital and will actively, even violently, protest anything that will put him in a position that will leave him alone for any amount of time.

Whatcha think?

Sagan November 10th, 2008

Happy birthday, Carl. We miss you. The world needs you now, more than ever.

The other side October 18th, 2008

this is what being 30 is like… not so different.

thanks to each and every one of you that made my birthday a wonderful day. you know who you are. :)

Time October 14th, 2008

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.

Tri-deca October 10th, 2008

Well… a week from today i turn 30.

if anyone wants to do something with me as a young man, you have seven days left in which to do it.

As you like it… September 28th, 2008

The Bard’s lines run through my head with uneasy and unceasing regularity.

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

Ever get the feeling… September 15th, 2008

… that you’re about to get a card like this?

Dragons come home to roost September 2nd, 2008

I returned home at about 4:30 yesterday, unpacked, ordered some pizza and played some WoW. Today is my ‘recovery day’… something i learned to appreciate early on in my Con-going career.

Dragon*Con was, of course, amazing. 60,000 people all in downtown Atlanta over 4 skyscraper hotels. even as crowded and hectic as everything was, everyone was so nice, so polite and so helpful. Everyone there seemed to be enjoying themselves and i neither heard of nor saw ANY sort of trouble making or strife.

There was quite a bit of fun to be had.. and not all of it explicitly Con related. i can’t imagine the number of gallons of alcohol that were consumed by the nightlife of this Con. I had read somewhere that “ComicCon is nerd prom… DragonCon is geek Mardi Gras”, and that certainly has its merits.

Its going to take DAYS for me to process all that i saw, all that happened and all the little stories i have to tell about that amazing weekend.