9/8/14
I don’t even remember if I blogged last week. I’m pretty sure I didn’t. Things are a haze. In fact I can’t even concentrate enough today
to have an overall idea so you’ll have to settle for some…
RANDOM CRAP!
- I watched some Football this weekend for the first time in
over a year. I might watch some more.
My Grandma is in the hospital. I have come to the sad realization that at
some point in the future, the near one if we are being honest, she will pass
away. I am not ok with this. While my relationship with my Mother and
Sister is non-existent, and my relationship with my Brother is distant but good
my Grandma Jean is sort of the last tether to Iola, to my ‘Family’, and to my
Dad. Everyone gets old. Everyone dies. I am just not ready for this to happen. I don’t know how to react. My Grandma has always been harder than a
coffin nail. She’s smart, sassy, funny,
and strong, stronger than any one person has any right to be. She’s dispenses laughs, knowledge, wisdom,
and tough love all when needed. I would
not be who I am without her. I am
embarrassed to admit that I have distanced myself from talking to her as much
as I used to because she has a tendency to want to talk about my Dad a lot and
that is so raw for me in many ways that I can’t handle it. I miss her.
I worry about her. And in my
heart of hearts I know that I can’t do anything about the passage of time, her
health, or the fact that we live so far away.
All I can do is send her good thoughts, and try and be a better
grandson.
- On a side note of TOTAL frustration it sucks that I had to
find all this out like a week after it happened. Luckily my Brother gave me a call and let me
know. I don’t expect my Sister to
because let’s face it, that bridge isn’t burned it has been thoroughly nuked
and the Earth salted. I was more than a
bit hurt though that my Mother didn’t at least e-mail or ‘teh Fazebookz’ me and
let me know. I know we only talk like
twice a year and that usually consists of my calling her and leaving a few
messages, but damn. So thank you to
Sean, who isn’t heavy, he’s just my Brother.
- Congrats to Magic Mike!
- We had the ‘Ked Mess’ for dinner last night and it was
spectacular. It consists of assorted
veggies, quinoa, cheese, beans, sausage, and scrambled eggs. It is a HUGE protein boost and was not just
tasty, but filling.
- Congrats Master Kedrin 4.0!
- My shoulder had been bothering me for a while, but the last
two weeks or so I really felt it was on the mend. Last Thursday I’m not sure what I did, but it
quit on me in spectacular fashion. I
feel like I now have the same gap that I have in my right shoulder joint, but
rather than the numbness and acclimation to pain that I have there I have
something else entirely. Instead I feel
like someone has their hand in my joint and is wiggling their fingers
nonstop. The ‘best’ part is now I’ve got
discomfort from my fingertips in that arm all the way to my neck and shoulder
blade. When it doesn’t outright just
hurt I am instead ‘enjoying’ a dull ache or burning sensation when I do almost
any task. It was bad enough that my
sleep on Thursday night was non-existent even after ingesting Percocet. Instead I stayed home Friday and when I
crashed out I slept till almost 2pm in the afternoon. The last few nights haven’t been much better. Whenever I roll over I am met with feeling
like my arm is literally being slowly torn off my torso. I think what the real kick in the shorts
happens to be is I was feeling so much better, and now we aren’t just back to
square one. Oh no, that would be a
significant step up. We have gone
backwards. It is the worst it has ever
been. So I’m back to heat and ice,
limited use, and the hope that it starts to mend again. In fact today it hurts so much I feel like I
have to vomit, honestly it is the drizzlin’ shits.
- For those that know, “All The Ditto!”
- I like Ticket To Ride, there I said it, and I’m not afraid
to admit it. In fact of late I’ve
enjoyed a fair amount of new games brought into the basement lair by a never
ending stream of amazing folks. Back in
the long, long ago I participated in a weekly Board Game Group. These were the halcyon days. It was a great time; we played a lot of
really fun games, and always tried to expose each other to new gaming
experiences. Oh and ‘Casual’ Doug you might
be the self-proclaimed King Of Canada, but I am the DUKE of Santa Fe! There was loose talk Saturday night of
rekindling this; a once a month evening of Board Gaming. I’m trying to figure out the logistics of it,
but I do think this must happen.
- The next L.E.W.G.I. PPV gathering is for Night Of Champions
towards the end of the month, what would you guys say to a Flashback Friday
before that where we vote on what old school PPV we should watch?
- It sounds like the Patron Saint of all my Podcasts, Magic Mike,
has an ambient room microphone for us to try out! I’m excited to see how well it works. Having a room microphone would help immensely
with Heel Turn Radio and recording actual game play of D&D if we choose to
record a session. If it goes well and we
need it I’ll have to grab a second one.
Hopefully one will be enough. OH
and this also means we could MST3K bad wrestling from the basement living room,
which is something that MUST happen. SO,
thank you again sir, for without your off air and on air contributions the
Podcasts would not exist.
- Thank you Cassandra for all that you do that goes said and
even more so for everything you do that isn’t.
I don’t know how you do it, but you never cease to amaze.
- The month of September is going to be an ‘Off’ month for
D&D. It seemed as if everyone’s
schedule was so convoluted, I feel like 10 lbs. of dog crap in a 5 lbs. bag,
and with a bit of burnout creeping in that we could use a month off. This will give everyone a breather, build
some anticipation, maybe give us some time to sneak other RPG’s and Board
Games, and let me wrap my head around some stuff. I hate doing these ‘breaks’, but I really do
need them to recharge, refresh, renew, and remember why I love doing this stuff
for these particular people.
- It might be cold enough for chili this weekend!
- Team TROLLSTRONG had an ‘Emergency’ session on Saturday
night as everyone felt a burning need to go to ‘Murder Town’, aka the
Pathfinder Card Game. We had to play
sans James & his Magnificent Beard as he was off taking care of business up
North. In his stead was Master Kedrin
4.0 who joined Sassie Cassie, THE Karl, the Geneious, the lovely &
multi-talented Cassandra, and myself. As
we go further and further into the Adventure Path I am delighted by how insidious
the game is. It seems to have a knack
for attacking us where we are weak and not allowing us to play to our
strengths. I think part of it is the
randomness of the decks that are built for all the locations, the treasure
accumulated, and the potential for a scenario to get away from a group VERY
quickly if the dice turn on you. The
dice were NOT in our favor on Saturday night and neither were the decks as
Cassandra and I both were drastically affected by the Haunts in this particular
segment of The Skinsaw Murders. We just
sort of slept walked through the majority of the night and couldn’t get going
as a group. It wasn’t until about half
the group needed Sassie Cassie to heal them and we began counting turns that we
realized just HOW much trouble we were in.
That is the thing about this game, if you aren’t diligent and always
milling cards, closing locations, and working together you will lose. So we had to tighten things down with about
two turns left. We knew where the
Skinsaw Man was, we just needed to ensure that all other locations would be
closed so I could go straight up ‘MURDER TOWN’ on him. Luckily, we had just enough Blessings and
moxy to get that done and wrap up the game on my last turn. We really need to secure some better loot
soon, find some ways get better at dealing with cards that don’t do anything
but heap negative effects on us, and of getting the right folks to the right
locations to close them. I know we will
because when we Troll, we TROLLSTRONG!
After surviving that we talked about busting out some Elder Sign, but
instead went the far easier and more hilarious route of SUPERFight! The Geneious busted out the most up to date
rules off the interwebs and we got down to it.
I believe in the end Master Kedrin 4.0 was the crusher of ALL hopes and
dreams and emerged victorious, but at that point I was laughing too hard to
remember. Suffice to say it was a
challenging and fun evening and one where James & his Magnificent Beard
were missed.
- Hopefully with the D&D hiatus on this month I’ll be able
to sneak in a game or three Lords Of Waterdeep, Elder Sign, &
MONSTERHEARTS!
- I have found that sometimes you come to a logger head with
certain people, places, and things and that just is how it is. There is either an issue, or a tension, or a
history, or a pattern of things, etc. that just can’t be overcome. I have always hoped that time, or distance or
any number of things might give all parties perspective and a desire to get it
right. The older I get the more I have
begun to think that my thought pattern here is skewed. People don’t change near as much as you
hope. Hell, I don’t change near as much
as I hope. Sometimes you just have to
face facts and be satisfied that you had a good run with whomever or whatever
it was and move forward. I’m in the
process of doing that. Moving forward
isn’t easy, it isn’t always pretty, and it isn’t always something that makes
for a clean ‘break’ of things. However,
if I stayed in a situation that just made myself and other people or a place
that dissatisfied what would be the point?
All it does is allow all parties to do is to ruminate on what was, what
has been ‘lost’, and what could have been.
No one grows from that, no one is made better for that, and no one gets
anything worthwhile from that. I can’t
and I won’t do that anymore. I’ve
learned that lesson in a harsh fashion already.
So forward I move despite the cost, because if I don’t move forward I’m
afraid I’ll eventually just be moving backwards.
Ugh…I think that is all I got.
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