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,” [...]
The Internet makes you stupid. I believe this is a scientifically proven study. If it isn’t, then someone better get on it if they want to contend for the Nobel Peace Prize.
My plan is as perfect as it’s convoluted. Work, stay after work, travel northeast to game, travel southeast to pickup my wife, go home and sleep at 11-12. This way, my students get to rehearse and makeup exams, I get to play Necromunda with some new fellas, and my wife gets a ride home instead [...]
I have a deadline, and several dead lines. 24 weeks of lesson plans due by Friday, even though I’ve submitted at least 20 of them previously, give or take. Progress report grades due this week. Want a new idea for the next week. Barriers to completion:
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.
We’re at the Children’s Museum playing with…ok it’s all a blur. We’re playing with random pretend crap for kids (and when I say crap, I mean cool stuff). My niece and nephew are fake grocery shopping in a kid’s town, fake delivering mail, fake creating a plumbing system under a fake house. It’s really cool.
When I tried to buy a PS2 through The Evil Social Networking site, I was offered my friend’s husband’s PS2, which I declined on moral grounds. Soon thereafter, I received an offer from my cousin’s boyfriend, who lives even farther away from town. I accepted.
There are options this summer. My wife asked if I preferred teaching in the summer, nannying the nephew and niece, or, I don’t know, GAMING AND PAINTING DAY AND NIGHT!
And I was lucky. Mom was awake. The niece and nephew were home. The only thing that could have made it a complete family reunion (my immediate family, that is) would have been if my little brother wasn’t working. What was really neat was that Mom had just woken up.
…it’s a silly place, anyway.” Here we go again. I had kicked the habit sometime last year and only maintained it for the sake of my older brother’s subscriptions, but I turned it on one night. And I stayed. For hours.