thebitterguy

Did a very nice post on Slings & Arrows 2 (primary point: like CSI, the characters are amusing cyphers who just dont' get in the way of the wackiness). Have not posted it as it's on my pc at work.

The smoke from the crash was very visible from work. Several of my co-workers through they'd heard the impact. My point was that if they'd been able to hear the impact at that distance, there would have been no survivors. The booming was thunder or a garbage truck.

Anyway, am very glad that none were lost in the crash/landing. The smell of burned plastic was my companion as I drove home. The 401 was shut down along the airport so I took Eglington cross the Miss until Dixie, and hopped on there. Dinner was a Stouffers dinner in a box.

If I msged you on XBL today regarding playing tomorrow, please disregard. Something's come up, and my XBL connection is being touchy.

Randy reviews Sawyer.

Randy wins. Fatality.

Weird weekend. I may try to write it up in specifics, but fuck that for now.

Saturday, I ended up ditching VIA to get a ride with my cousin (arrangements attempted to be made for Saturday did not happen). Drove down to K-Town, some light shopping (at the glaaaaamorous Cataraqui Town Centre, now with less parking to inconvenience you more) dinner with the folks. Had the Filet Mignon w/ Shrimp. Meat was nice (although for all I know they fed me crap; I ain't no gourmet), the shrimp edible. My contribution declined. I hate having dinner bought for me. I'm a contributing member of society, dammit! I wanna pitch in for the meal!

Back with Uday, four hours after arriving in K-Town. His car was a wreck. The Mechanic Pater Bitter had taken Uday to was, well, a ripoff artist. The 'effin windshield wipers didn't work. They flew off the car when we tried to use them.

Since it wasn't snowing Saturday night, that wasn't a problem. Except it was. Thankfully, because it was COMPLETELY FREEZING, we made it home in just under 3 hours (only a lot more than it normally takes) and the snow was dry, so it didn't stick to the windshield. I drank Tim Horton's Cider twice on Saturday.

Got him, puttered about until about 5 a.m. (I stay up late with no wife to nag me), got up at 8 for an 8:30 business event. Went well (my contribution was adored), got home. Snra arrived eventually w/ elizard100 and friend.

I napped after a shower, and Mr. Z & Wife came by. I was napping WHILE they came by, but thankfully not in the living room.

Mr. & Mrs. Z were by with late Christmas presents; for Snra. a framed picture of Peggy's Cove, and for me, an Linksys Router.

Suddenly, the wireless xbox doohickey makes a LOT more sense.

We're up and running in remarkabley little time flat, and I'm subscribed. Yet to PLAY anyone, but it will be Good to Play Together.

Once again: Mechwarrior, Crimson Skies. You know, I wish Crimson Skies had been a Canadian game. Then they could have called it Crimson Skiis.

Shame PoP has no XBL components. That game fun.

Afterwards, Jack Astor's for dinner (the menu has been redesigned to remove that annoying element of 'fun'). Got Nachos (I had SO been jonesing for Nachos) and a shared Buffalo Strip basket. You know, whoever came up with the idea of putting Buffalo sauce on chicken strips was a genius.

Afterwards, Master & Commander. Darn, that's a good film. 7.5, maybe 8. Wonder why they changed the enemy ship to the French instead of the Yanks.

Tonight, the tree comes down. We meant to bring it down earlier, but things happened.

The other day, one of my cow-orkers (who rides up & down teh annoying scale so fast he must get ill) came up behind me and put his hand down on my head (it was freshly shorn) and proceeded to play "Where's that scar from?" with me.

Kid accidents, Work Accident, and Car accident. I was afraid my scalp would be a fucking roadmap of scars for years; I probably delayed the shaving for that reason.

In the end, the only ones visible are the ones on my face (which fade by the day) and the ones on my head are so tiny (which is all you need for it to bleed like it did; damn head wounds!) as to be invisible from any distance far enough to still be outside of my Justin space.

So, yeah. We had a potluck at work yesterday. In a fit of pique because I always end up being the one to bring a huge Greek salad and everyone else brings a small dish of something, I took instead a small Greek salad.

It worked out okay, anyway. There were wings and some somosas and other stuff. Work is going to be interesting, because we're working on integrating two new training classes of Spanish speaking reps. Last year we lost 20% of our class in April because the call volume was below forecasts.

Ah, well. I did come in #2 for my team last month. Yay me.

Last night I went over to Dave's to make up my character for the Marvel game. World premise is a little bit Aberrant, with some Rising Stars on the side. Oddly enough, I don't think Dave has ever read either of those.

My guy is called Bullet Train; he's a tough hyper-runner with Regeneration. The team works for AOL/Time Warner, and I plan to become a core part of the WCW.

I'm such a geek.

Apparently, a movie has been made about me.

Well, not ABOUT me. But there's a film called Haiku Tunnel, which is noteworthy mostly for being compared to Office Space.

It's about a balding, portly frustrated writer (although he's much balder and portlier than I) who works as a temp and is tempted by the thought of turning perm.

Christ. It's like they were reading my diary. If he plays D&D I'm getting legal counsel.

And RPG.net has a gun control thread. Spring is finally here!

Still alive, 5 days later. The car has been repaired. For those of you at home, the damaged was incurred when we hit a semi rig on the way home from my parents on Christmas evening (NOT Christmas Eve). It consisted of a messed up fender, and a lot of annoyance.

Work has fallen into place. Fey Phillipino has been replaced by former rap musician guy. He's sort of a black Gabe Landriault, although less prone to hitting me; he has the same semi-dissociated vibe and good insite.

Had conversation with Jason Holmgren tonight. He's the big cheese at Sanguine. Feel refreshed. Feel as if I've performed penance. Sat down and did some scrawling on the magic performed by the Feyadeen. I have to ask dad what that means.

He suggested that Piet & I could get dealer's passes to GenCon if we were to go this year. I think that's the best idea I've EVER heard. We could taunt demo team leaders at will.

You know, I'm not gonna say I have good gay-dar. Okay, lousy. I wasn't 100% on LS until he started talking abou this ex husband.

But, damn, I thought I had this one guy pegged. I mean, he's a very fey philipino guy who's tres buff. And he wants to go into fashion. It's like there were lights ringing. Then he starts talking about his girlfriend. Feh.

Work goes nicely. Customer Service isn't that bad, and when it's busy, the time flies.

I'm somewhat miffed I couldn't get back to the old place. Then I remember "good benefits & stock options in a fortune 500 company" and feel alllllll better. I just have to start plotting a promotion. And writing a bit.

I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. It's supposed to snow tonight, and DAMN it's ugly driving the 401 in wintertime.

Go back to the previous post and look at my Godzilla globe. Purrrrty.