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Can I have one, too?

My family decide to eat at Hooters. It’s early enough before the big game that we get a table handily and apparently they have many chicken wings ready at their disposal since they’re getting ready for the many Superbowl orders. And before you think that I mean “me and my brothers” when I say “family,” let me tell you that it’s my wife, my sister-in-law, my niece and me.

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Next time maybe we should hire a stripper

My buddy A– turns thirty four, so he invites us out somewhere for drinks on a Friday night. Friday night is playing video games on the computer night, so I decline and suggest instead we just hang out at the game shop like we normally do.

–Whatever, he says, you’re worse than my elderly parents. I’ll see you at six.

So we’re at the game shop and J– and I decide to get A– a present, but we don’t know what. A– is the kind of guy who builds multiple armies and spreads himself thin trying to customize each model and paint them all up at the same time.

What better way to say, hey we’re not drinking together, than a toy soldier?

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Planet Indy 2007

I’m at GenCon. While I’m there, my wife sees my niece at a family party back in Chicago. She’s four (my niece), and she still gets a little confused when we tell her things.

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No storylines?

Today I’m trying to get my PS2 to boot when my wife calls.

What are you doing, she asks.

Trying to play, I say.

Are you lying on the floor pathetically resetting that thing for hours and hours?

No, I say getting up, I’m standing up. Continue Reading »

My wife’s mistake

So my assembled random geeky gamer building is sitting on my desk, waiting for the glue to dry. I leave it there overnight and all day and I suddenly remember it when I get home. Continue Reading »

Honey, I broke the fridge.

It snows in April, apparently.

Honest to goodness snow, what a horrible thing to wake up to early in the morning before work.

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Why no game?

Hey man, he says, haven’t seen you in a while.

I look up and it’s P–. I met him at a game shop when I was asking around for Warmachine players, but more than a year later we’ve never gotten a game together.

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You are not your job

As I was gaming at the store with W–, he asks me a curious question that reeks of Tyler Durden.

Do you just teach, he asks. And he doesn’t just ask. There’s an emphasis on JUST as in, Do you JUST teach?

(Somewhere Pahlaniuk/Tyler Durden whispers, You are not your job) Continue Reading »

A Night of Romance

That’s what it’s called, except the words are in Spanish at my wife’s University, and college students have organized the dinner. They serve appetizers, and when dinner is ready we get up from our table and go to the buffet to receive individual portions from tray pans.

Mariachi singers perform for us, and I never knew I liked that music until I hear it. And it’s not the trumpet, or the guitars, but the voices singing together above the din of the crowd and their own instruments, trying to be heard.

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The rules of dating

Filipino Club practice ended early, and I was so relieved that I told the kids:

Awesome. I can pack up and go on my date.

A date? What are you talking about? WHO are you dating? We thought you were married?

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