Yeah, yeah I think this about sums it up...

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......
8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!


Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary. ..
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash
or some sort of dry nuggets Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear,
I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates
what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about
what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bas tards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.
I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due
to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors
by weaving around his feet as he was walking.
I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems
to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly.
I am certain that he reports my every move.
My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.

For now...

Super Green

CONvergance is Imminent once more!! That, my friends, that is SUPER GREEN!! Four whole days of geeky fun. That's right, not three like years previous, this year for CON's 10th anniversary, we're looking at four days (well, technically five days because of the Michael Sheard Memorial panel on Monday at 12:01 am. Hats off to you Michael, hats off!!!). Friends have begun to converge in anticipation of next weekend. My time is blocked off. Things are looking pretty damn on track. However, I still have one big decision to make. Vodka or rum for my booze of choice? Last year it was vodka based drinks, and that did pretty well by me. This year I could just rock out the Sailor Cokes all weekend, but that kinda limits my mix options. However, a nice vodka will mix with all sorts of things, including orange juice for breakfast time (hair of the dog and all that...). It's a quandary.

Unlike last year, I won't be part of a group hosting a party. While certainly fun, and something I'll do again, it ate so much of my CON last year, so I'm kinda glad I'm not doing it this year. Oh, and the expense. Shit was that pricey. Worth it, as it was really, REALLY, fun to do, but not something I want to devote my entire CON to again anytime soon. Maybe when the rest of the crew is a bit more organized and won't try to do door duty while drunk/stoned, I'll seriously consider it again. That, and a bit more cash from all those involved. It sucked being one of the people putting up cash and donating a better part of the weekend to room supervising over the weekend too.

But, that's all for another year. This year is about the four day long party, with awesome guests, room parties I'm NOT hosting, tons of free booze, movies when ever I want to watch them, pretty girls in costumes of all sorts, and a just a generally SUPER GREEN time! That's right, not just green, or crystal green, forest green, or any other sort of green I'd want, but super green! Hell, the, fuck, yes...

Catching Up

So, in the few weeks since I've last posted, I've again changed temp jobs. Since Ohio pulled it's funding from the quite smoking plan that I was working for, Kelly Services had to find me something new. So, now I'm working at MTF (an organ bank) doing paper work for incomming donations (what they call the coolers full of human remains. neat huh?), assembling charts, scanning charts, filling paper work, etc. Not a bad gig. I'm hoping I can rustle up something that pays better next time around of course. And that I don't need to sufer another week of not having a job in between. That's ugg. So far so good though.

I'm totally not organ legging. Totally.

Anyway...

I hung out at the Miller's today. While I short changed myself on about 4 hours of sleep, which is going to make this shift fraking long, I spent a good chunck of time hanging out with friends I havn't been able to hang out with in awhile. I can sleep today. Which, alas, means I'm going to have to bow out of the Saint's game that Tony wants the group to go to. I'd love to go, I really would, the Saint's seem like a fun game to go to. However, I just really need the sleep more. I have game more game tomorrow night, and then another game on Monday night to run. How did I get to the point where I'm gaming 6 days a week???? (Monday: SW mini's/Pick-Up D&D, Wednesday: Rotating RPG, Thursday: Mage LARP, Friday: Pedro's SWSaga Ed game, Saturday: Source Summer game, Sunday: Exalted) I mean, even for me, this is looking like a bit too much. Huh.

My Reunion

My 10 year high school reunion was last night. I had a decent time. Chit chatted with many a random former classmate. Offended a few when I spoke about how much I wanted St. Agnes (our alma mater) to close down. I was told that was horrible. I said I knew, and it was great! Saw Eman there, and he was doing well. No JP or Jim though, and they were the folks I really wanted to get caught up with. Nor was Craig, Chris, or a few other random folks there. However, it turned out that almost everyone there remembered my name. I on the other hand, remembered like 4. Huh. Well, if I decide to go to the 20 year, I'll make sure to review the yearbook first. lol.