Monthly Archives: August 2004

I mean it’s everywhere! Makes sense, considering that it’s really geared into being a Convention town.

Having some good fun thus far. You always see faces from years past at the Con. These are the folks who inhabit the very backs of your minds that you know exist out there somewhere, and then once a year they become real again.

Played a game of Nobilis last night…and not that I didn’t like it, but it’s a game that takes a particular kind of person to play and to run. I think our GM would have been a brilliant guy to get in on a long term game with, but as a one shot Con game…not so much.

Our first game was a no-show, of course. You get one at every Con, but to have it be your first game puts a really bad taste in your mouth. I understand that all sorts of things can happen to a person, and that there’s more than likely a good reason the GM didn’t show…but come on…30k folks are here to game.

Did get it a nice game of Space Munchkin yesterday.

Dial-up on a rather old desktop strains even Gmail…I really can’t
even load the pages I need to view, poor little thing just gives up on
me. I’ll have to hook the PB up a bit later and see if I get anything
better.

The drive was actually pretty nice looking. The mountains were
beautiful in the morning. We were able to put over 600 miles away
before the Boy woke up in the morning.

Sort of glad we opted to drive. Got to spend some nice time with Jo,
“just her and I”.

We did get here just in time for the storms. Nothing major, just some
blow-hard rain, not even as bad as the wind and rain last week back
home.

Here for a few more days. The Eldest boy get yet another birthday
party tomorrow. We leave for GenCOn on Wed. afternoon. Much w00tness
abounds.
I don’t even have a sarcastic comment to close on. ;)

Is it just me or has there been a ton of Simpsons commercials as of late?

I was able to work out an “at home” version of the contract work I was considering, so in the end a very supportive wife convinced me that it was a good idea.

I’m worried about it, but excited.

SO this guy just left the shop. He got a game a few months ago as a gift, thought it might have been bought here, and wants to return it.

I look at the book knowing he’s got no receipt…and the thing is all tore up to hell.

I tell his flatly, “Even if you had a receipt, I can’t resell this.”

He got really pissy and abusive, spouting off about the “goddamn commies” and everything that was wrong with America…which I apparently represented at just that moment.

After yelling at me a bit more, he turns and says, “Hey, you guys hirin’?”