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Not much time to write today. And somehow I’ve hurt my thumb, which makes typing difficult. So, how about I try to post a few pictures I took and talk about them a bit…

From Gen Con. Here are some “sneak peek” minis from (next year’s) upcoming Star Trek game from Wizkids.

About as close as I could get to special guests Wil Wheaton and the cast of “The Guild”. And I left the “real” camera at home and just took really crappy cellphone pictures

And from today’s Apocalypse game for Warhammer 40K. Had to get a picture of the “miniature” Warlord Titan that was fielded.

Walking. Shopping. Must talk about this more later, but I’m pooped. And Gwen wants all my heroclix I picked up.

And then there’s the TARDIS soap…

I’m going to Gen Con tomorrow. For those not knowing, it’s the most geeky gaming convention of all time.

I’ll say “geeky” because as much as they want to rewrite the dictonary, what Vegas does is gambling, not gaming. I’m talking 20 sided dice, yelling “I waste him with my crossbow”, and debating which version of Ars Magica was “the best” and which game systerm should be used it simulate a Harry Potter campaign.

And the shopping. Oh yes, if it’s gaming related it WILL BE THERE. At some booth, somewhere. With all the major game publishers (and many “minor” ones there) one can find anything to buy. Plus some good deals on older stuff. I can’t wait.

Anyway, this is looking like a boring post. But I’ll have something tomorrow when I get back. Maybe with pictures.

(wow, this might be my longest post….EVER)

So today, Prop 8 was overturned allowing anyone HUMAN to marry any other HUMAN in California. Now, why did I ALL CAPS the word “HUMAN”? Well, partly to show that no, nobody will be marrying their farm animals (like many opponents of gay marriage say will happen) but to show that EVIL thing that I’ve thought of for year-there is 1 race and it’s called “HUMAN”.

“WOO!-He went ‘race’, what’s up with that?” you may (or may not) have said to yourself just now (probably not but I’m controling your thoughts by you reading this, so hang on) so let me take you down a series of backgrounds and recent tales…

(WARNING: A branching story is next, it has 2 different but related elements to it and it’s partially about my hometown)

So last Friday, I’m having a conversation about gays in the military with one of my gamer-type friends. He is doing some work on miniatures when he tells me that the military should never have gays in it because “it’s a moral organization!” Since he has a firearm I didn’t bring up the obvious problems with that statement such as:

• prior to late WWII, it was “immoral” to mix blacks and whites in combat units
• never has the military ever gotten away with doing anything immoral*

*note I do respect the military and support the troops, but there is a history there

Now, my theory about why the relgious groups are against gays in the military. In America, we have this “belief” about our armed forces, and that is that anyone who dies in the service of our country goes straight into Heaven. No questions, all sins forgiven, etc, etc. Now let me set up a situation: SGT Bighomo (yes, he is gay & married in Cali) is leading his squad in an assault on a bunker filled with THE ENEMIES OF AMERICA (just picture something evil there-Nazis, terrorists, Daleks, whatever). The SGT dies. Now, what happens? According to the religous groups he must burn in Hell, however, he did die for AMERICA. So what happens? Could the religous types be wrong about dying for your country? What else could they be wrong about?

Well anyway back to the guy I was talking to. We both grew up in the same small town (he actually still lives there). Note that he was messing with some of his gaming stuff while we were talking. While we were growing up, the chief of police was very outspoken that anything that was (or was like) Dungeons and Dragons was purely of Satan and anyone who played it or read any book related was possessed and needed “saved”. This attitude is still in the minds of many people in our hometown so technically by the rules of the town, we are both “immoral”. So it really hurt me that he would bring up “morality” when we grew up where doing anything different was “wrong”.

Maybe I’ll rant about those times tomorrow. Anyway, I really wanted to end this with something to show that guy-namely 2 hot lesbians making out with a note about how this is totally legal (and he’d like that-which is really sexist when you think about it). But then I remember that this is a “PG” rated blog.

Well, after an exciting day of being told what I’m allowed to do and not do (maybe more on that later) I got to sit down with the unemployment office Workforce Development office to figure stuff out. I’ve got a few weeks of “back benefits” owed to me but can’t be processed right now due to craaaap but it is coming-which is nice to know.

So, I’m taking some money and going to GENCON with a friend Friday! WOOOOOOT!!!! I’ll pay bills and people I owe money to on Monday (when new unemployment is filed) and wait for da big payoff to do something really nice for myself.

Well, woke up a bit early (for me). Painted more on da ORCS (maybe can finish tonight/this afternoon). Went to zoo.

Found out that 3 weeks of my unemployment was deposited this morning, so I paid a couple bills and get some groceries for tonight. More in-depth shopping later.

Hoping (fingers crossed) that the other 5 (YES FIVE) weeks owed to me show up, then I can pay back a little to people, pay all the bills+some, and go to GENCON on Friday.

I’ve been informed of this thing called Blog Every Day In August (BEDA)

So, maybe I’ll try it

This is post 1. Nothing much to say, maybe I’ll toss fresh thoughts on as the month progresses.

And if things go right, GENCON on Friday…

Well, let me get this out as best as I can. Might be rambling and a bit difficult to get everything out, and will probably sound stupid and “emo” when it’s all done.

I had a job training thing begin last week, and was told to come back Monday at 6 to finish up and start work. I got there just before 6 and…

nothing

Nobody there. Door open, but nobody around.

I waited until about 6 after, and texted the guy I was supposed to meet (the company OWNER) who just said that he forgot. No actual apology and no indication to go home or stay. So I stayed until 7 and left, feeling totally useless and abandoned.

Did I forget to mention that EVERYONE was against me even taking this job. Yep, a fight (very minor, but still) with wife-a-chu, friends calling me stupid, everything. And now I felt really used and stupid.

So, I sleep on it and still am feeling like shit in the morning. I was up around 9 but didn’t do ANYTHING until about 1. Got into a very interesting twitter conversation about possible future endevours with a local self-made businessman (good guy, I’d mention him but I’m keeping ALL names out of this) and someone else helping me with Linkedin when I see that someone else I know is going to be in close proximity to someone I need to ask a question to…

(Now-digression: this person I’m asking about has me blocked on twitter. I don’t know why and that’s what I want asked. I’ll put what I think about blocking a bit later.)

So I ask this other person to ask the question and he blows me off, telling me to “get used to it”. This, in my current mental state, I take as a DOUCHBAG RESPONSE. So I eventually tweet the following:

— For the record-I think of an “unfollow” as a minor slight, but I could be overwhelming so OK. A “block” I see as a “FUCK YOU!” insult. —

Which is exactly how I see it. I then get a snarky comment from him, followed by an unfollow (he was offended by the “FUCK YOU” of it, and appears to be the only one who was offended enought to unfollow.

Well, that was about the low point for me. People started talking to me online after that and tried to cheer me up. I’m a little better, but still stressed out, needing money, feeling unloved (and loved at the same time-thank-you know who you are), etc.

So, do I just “Snap out of it” or do I need “help” or better yet can you help me?

Have to go, there’s a cat attacking me.