dracomicron

God damn it's hot out.

Just got back from riding my bike home from work, and if I can say one thing about the ridiculous heat: The ladies, they don't wear much when it's this warm.

I've half a mind to go down to Lake Calhoun and "read a book" at the beach.

Psst Drac, you're holding the book upside down.

Shut up! I'm just...
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Ah, the last day of CONvergence. The fragrent aura of shame from those who did too much and the bitter scent of regret from the people who didn't do enough over the weekend. The last day is ruled by people dismantling their parties (and believe me, we have become experts at tearing down Dystopia over the years, we were out of there in probably two...
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Well, I'm off to Convergence. What is in store for us this year? Hard to say. I do know that we're going to kick some ass running Dystopia. I predict: boozing, gaming, maybe a little flirting, and metric fucktons of forgetting about troubles for awhile.

I'm going to try and run a table of Talisman: The Magical Quest Game on Friday afternoon in the gaming...
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Friday night, I was out with Dovanna to see a movie and go to Danielle's art show. If you know Dovanna, you know she's going through some difficult times right now. A pathological liar and a betrayal, trusting the wrong person is all too familiar to me from my own experience.

Yesterday, though, while digging through my stuff to get a notebook for use...
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It's dangerous out there, kids.

I was headed to my bus stop outside Block E, and there were people fighting in the street. A drugged-up white guy was getting his ass kicked, apparently because he attacked a group of multiracial teenagers. At a lull in the combat, I suggested that the glassy-eyed guy with a bleeding face go see the cops, he explained that his...
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The universe continues to scoff at me. Or perhaps a deaf god ignores my pleas.

Anyway, so this week sucks, too:

1) Shingles. Not the roofing, the resurgance of the chicken pox that I thought I had beat 25 years ago. Turns out that volunteering out in the cold for 6 hours at the Obama rally may have weakened my immune system enough for chicken...
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So, I'm not sure what I did to deserve karmic retribution, but for some reason the universe hates me this week.

On monday I went to the emergency room for abdominal pain. Actually I hit a Minute Clinic downtown first, only to find out that it wasn't a "mĭn'ĭt" clinic that would only take a moment, it was a "mahy-noot" clinic that was very small....
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I am PrObama. I am an Obamaton. I want to live in an Obamanation. This week has been an Obamarama.

I did the research; I'm not a mindless robot doing what the mainstream media says (and to be sure, the media loves the fact that he is a thorn in [the] Clinton[s]'s side). While I am a shameless bleeding heart liberal and Obama's policies are...
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I got the call this week. You know the one. "Buddy, I'm getting hitched. Buy a several hundred dollar plane ticket so you can be with me as I rub your face in the fact that I've found lasting love and you haven't."

Okay, I shouldn't be harsh. He's my oldest friend, and I'm honored to stand as his groomsan... especially since it will be...
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Urgh, sick. I have to take Tylenol cold just to remain operational for work.

Maybe I shouldn't have used all my sick days already. Hmm. Will ponder this.

I also haven't rustled up the new Buddy Christ photos from the party. Will work on this... probably this weekend at Game Night.

Hmm, perhaps being ill is a good excuse for not going to the stupid...
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