Super Geek

Last night, Simple Simon and I performed some minor modifications to his kitchen. He is in the process of getting new everything in his kitchen. Currently there is a new stove, new shelves, new lights, new table, and a ceiling fan so ugly that the gods wouldn’t go near because it may taint THEM. We got to use three(3) different types of power tools last night: sawzall, jigsaw, and circular saw. We also employed a hammer and tire iron. The tire iron was used in lieu of a crowbar, and provided us with many a silly comment. Now he has room to house his dishwasher. Before he can actually think about putting it in, however, DungAroma needs to do the electric work, and a plumber without “plumber-crack” needs to visit.

I just hope he gets rid of those damn ceiling fans…they scare me…

Tonight: Dungeons & Dragons

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Watch the whole thing. 9 minutes of funny…and that’s a fact…look it up.

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Last night, I went to a friends house to start up another DND campaign. My friend, Gash, is running it. Because I was the last one there, I am the cleric. I have never played a cleric, ever. To me, clerics have always represented that strange girl in high school who always wanted to play DND with us guys. We told her she could play if she would be a cleric, and she always agreed. It was a bonus anyway we looked at it: 1) We got a cleric, 2) There was a potential of seeing a girl naked. She was kinda hot, just strange. Of course, I made out with her a couple times after DnD.

Since playing a priest in WoW, I have come to be ok with the healer class in RPGs. I NEVER had trouble finding a group to play with, and furthermore, I usually had people bugging me to help them all day long. I had “friends”. It was special to me. Special like the itchiness between my toes after a long day of work. As I was reading the PHB entries regarding the cleric class, I noted one passage: “The cleric is everybody’s friend.” What’s that you say? DnD is PIMPING the cleric class. No other class has a line even resembling “Play me, I’m the best!”, but the cleric REQUIRES pimping.

I made sure that I informed my friends, the they all had to be my “friends”. The responses pretty much ranged from “uhhh…ok”, to “as long as you heal me”.

I have friends.

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I watched this movie 3 times, and he keeps getting it right every time.

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I hosed this basstard, Saturday afternoon, on Caldron Falls Flowage.

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Interesting video…

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Who’s with me on this?

If Lucasarts comes out with a lightsaber style game for the Nintendo Wii, I will buy the Wii, and just for that game. Can you imagine the coolness of actually getting to swing your own lightsaber with the “Wii-mote”? I for one will be in line waiting for that, like a wookie who smells fresh meat hanging from a tree.

BTW: Han Shot First!

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The search for Spock.

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So I went to Wal-Mart, last night, with the wife. We had to get a present for my oldest child, some Sims game collection, which is all Sims games ever made. On their website, it said the game was $34, but at the store it was $39. I should have just ordered it, and paid the shipping cost, so I would not have had to look at what I am about to describe to you in gross detail.

Have you ever seen those people that are just too lazy to simply push the cart, and instead lean on it with both their arms? Imagine the fattest, hugest, cellulolytic, pig-faced, nasty, drooling lady that you could ever dream up. Well, I don’t think she was drooling, but she would have if I had a ham in my arms…raw ham. Now, picture this grotesque lady walking along, with her bulging arms leaning on the cart handles. Her head was up, so she could see where she was going. How was she able to hold her fat head up, but not the rest of her fat self. Maybe she has developed specially evolved muscles in her neck so she can get to her food easier… I wanted to go get some sand bags from home & garden, and throw them in the cart so it wouldn’t tip back on the lady. The cart was empty, and it appeared to be against the laws of physics that the cart did not flip over backwards.

Also, we were eating in Subway, because we like to eat FRESH! Jon Lovitz is the king! Anyway, I have always had a bad taste in my mouth for Subway, literally. Last night was a slight exception. The food was OK, but the clientel made it impossible to even try enjoying. I am not much into sitting right next to other people at restaurants. I like to sit alone, in the corner, with my family. Well, my wife and I sit approximately a 3 table diameter of tables away from everyone. Then, this huge “Jared before he discovered Subway” guy comes in, does not buy any food, and sits down at the table directly at my back. To make it worse, the dude puts his fat arm up on the back of the bench. I could feel the fat heat radiating from his arm on my neck. I could have just leaned back a few inches and snuggled up to his pillowy appendage. Needless to say, I didn’t even finish my food. I wrapped up the rest of the sandwich, which was sub-par (Subpar/Subway…coincidence?) and left. My wife knew why, and I didn’t even have to tell her.

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