So, fantasy gives us elementals. We’ve got ‘em for Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. I want Life and Death elementals. I want opposing “master” elementals who encompass an aspect of each of the 4 standard elements. Flames versus embers, growth versus decay, etc.
And also we closed on the house on Friday, and started working on it over the weekend.
I have many things that I need to do in the next 24 hours. Unfortunately, unlike Jack Bauer, none of them are interesting on the “international incident” level, but each one will hopefully get me a little further along than where I am. As it stands right now, I need to tweak my resume slightly to make myself more attractive for a certain position (and this is coming from the people who’re hiring to fill it; no idea how to take that). I also need to get some samples together for another potential gig. Finally, I need to give up a $14,000 bank cheque (yeah, I spell it like the English) as part of our P&S agreement.
If I had a fancy “9:49pm” graphic where the seconds ticked down with that cool “beep boop” noise, I’d insert that here. I don’t, so you’ll have to imagine your own.
And also, I’m incredibly happy that the only Faerie deck to make into the PT Hollywood top 8 was sent packing. 25% of the field. One guy in the top 8. Best deck in the format? Eh, not so much anymore. I’m debating whether I should take down that silly little page I have listing what I do and don’t have. Maybe focus my efforts on B/G elves instead (for all those FNM’s I never play in).
In completely unrelated news, I might be addicted to Vitamin Water. Vanessa and became Costco members over the weekend, and I had to indulge with a 20-pack. Great stuff, seriously. I’m not one for water normally, because I think it tastes like nothing, so this is nice way to convince myself to drink something better for me than soda.
I’m at home today instead of being at work. The reason? I’m blaming dehydration. See, ever since my grandfather passed away last October (the week before my wedding, no less), my dad and I have been spending more time together and communicating much more frequently than we used to. I’m not going to lie, I really like it and I’m pretty sure he does, too. The reason that I mention this is that he’s working on restoring his house, which was originally built in 1901, and as part of that he’s planning on added a 3-season sitting room to it. In order to build that room, we first have to tear down a part of the house that was added back when the previous owner had turned it into apartments. (He bought it in 93 or 94, and has spent the last 15 years converting the MASSIVE house back into it’s original condition)
We started yesterday and it was nothing like what I was expecting. First, let me get this off my chest, ripping up tongue-and-groove floor boards SUCKS. Especially ripping up the first few. After that, it’s not so bad, but still not fun. There’s also the whole “working out in the sun all day and not drinking any water until I was thirsty” thing. This was dumb. I was taking in fluids, but apparently not enough.
I’m paying for it today. My back is sore, my legs are sore, and somebody call a priest, because I’m more or less married to the bathroom. Not quite how I wanted my week to start.
Last week I was listening to the Opie and Anthony show on XM. It was getting close to 5pm, and they were replaying the morning show from that day. For those who don’t know, O&A broadcast in syndication on regular radio from 6-9am every weekday, then from 9-11am on XM Satellite Radio. If you’re listening on satellite, the FM broadcast is played there live also. The whole thing is then replayed at 3pm after Ron and Fez.
So yeah, the point of this is that they had William Shatner as a call-in guest during the FM show, and he was there to promote his new book, “Up Until Now”. I still need to go get my copy, but this past week has been overwhelming with new house prep so I haven’t had the chance yet. Now, in the nerd pantheon of cool celebs, Bill Shatner ranks somewhere up there near the top with Gary Gygax, Richard Garfield, Stan Lee, and Boba Fett. Why Shatner is so great is in no small part due to him knowing that he’s a god in the nerd subculture, but at the same time realizing how silly the whole thing is. That, and he does a pretty good rendition of “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.”
Seriously, it’ll change your fucking life.
And as if this entry couldn’t get any stranger, I want to take a minute to get down my thoughts on something that seems to be running rampant in pro wrestling today: the heel general manager. WWE has three shows, one for each “brand”. On Monday night there’s RAW, on Tuesday night there is ECW, and on Friday night there is Smackdown. The thing is, each of these shows is treated like it’s own in-character sub-company, so each one has it’s own general manager calling the shots. The problem is that each one of these shows has a general manager that’s a heel (wrestling slang for “bad guy”), every single one. I can understand having maybe one or two, but all three? Not only is that boring and unoriginal, it’s also kind of lazy. I feel like the writers were farting on their keyboards one day, pushed a little too hard, and shit all over the script. Not exactly a recipe for quality television.
At least Smackdown used to have Teddy Long, one of the only face (wrestling slang for “good guy”) GM’s in the history of ever, but now he’s been usurped by Vicki “Only Here Because My Husband’s Dead” Guerrero, and as of last Friday Teddy has gone and quit (in character, of course).
Oh, and we got the house on Jeffrey street. 
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