So as I’m sure you noticed, SqueakyB came to visit. There was shopping and eating and gaming and pedicures and a missed flight (d’oh!).
We even squeezed in a little zombie shooting.
Just one of the dinners
She came out to experience the mess that is our house and the awesome that was Super! Bitcon. Full report to come once I’ve recovered. Here’s just one of the 1400 pictures I took of the event.
Hey! That photo on page 35 of this week’s OKGazette looks mighty familiar.
If you’ve been following me for the last year, it should look familiar to you too.
Here’s the original
Don’t worry, it’s being used with my blessing. Keep your fingers crossed that I can catch more awesome images like this one this weekend at Super! Bitcon. Come out and say hello.
Ok, don’t release the hounds. Give them head scratches and treats.
We’re about to launch headfirst into crazy season around our place. In a few short days, we’re going to head down to the airport and bring home a houseguest. A Bonnie houseguest. Yes, this Bonnie. Squeee!
So, I cleaned the bathroom. Nope, not sharing any before pics.
And we added a new to us medicine cabinet. It seems downright civilized in there.
The rest of the house? Well, let’s just call that a work in progress.
Bonnie is coming to visit for Super! Bitcon. Oh yeah, we’re getting our game on. That’s right friends, we’re crossing the streams. Gun blogging and game blogging. The world may not survive. If you’re local, you should come out to the big event. I made a thing. It could be yours.
Then Easter, then NRA, and a host of things to get done in between. So the house is not likely to see a lot more progress for a bit.
But hey! The bathroom is clean.
Nifty! So a new friend, Frank Wak, interviewed some old friends about a thing we’re doing.
I know, I’m phoning it in on content lately. I hope to be back soon.
So we got together with some of our gamer friends and did a thing. You should watch. It’s silly.
The young man singing ‘2 Mashing Parents’? That’s TeenBot. And I’m sure you recognize the Evyl Robot and your high-voiced host.
Enjoy! And have a Merry Christmas. Yes, this is what I got you this year. No, you can’t take it back.
Thirty six. Doesn’t really seem like any sort of landmark. Just one more trip around the sun. It’s a mathematically interesting number. Second number being double the first and the whole thing is divisible by 9. At 9 years old, I was in the third grade. My little finger was already crooked due to a playground fight where it was broken. I would go on to break my arm that summer; just in time to start the fourth grade in a cast.
9 years later, the world considered me an adult. This is the year I had all 4 wisdom teeth removed and totaled my first car. In fact, I think my face may have still been swollen from the oral surgery when I went careening into the median on I-40. No, I was not on any kind of pain meds at the time.
9 years after that, I would find myself working for my current employer. First job I felt like I really got on my own. Prior ones obtained through some connection.
Today I have officially been an adult for as long as I was a child, at least in the eyes of the law. It marks the point where my adult days outnumber those of my childhood. What a thing that is? This is also the year my son will be able to get his driver’s license. I think that means I can officially shew the kids off of my lawn now.
We shall see if this is finally the year that Weird Al recognizes our shared date of birth.
So, um, yeah. I’ve been away from the blog box for a bit. I guess you might have noticed. Sorry about that. Don’t worry, I haven’t been beheaded in a “workplace violence incident” nor am I huddled in a bubble to avoid Ebola. I’ve just been busy.
Soon we’ll have the final numbers for this year’s Kilted to Kick Cancer campaign. Great job, guys. And now that Kilted to Kick Cancer is a bonafide charity in its own right, these dollars go farther and do more good than they have in the past. Bravo!
If you are one of my followers on Twitter or maybe a friend on the Facebook, you’ve seen that I’m walking a mile every day for Children’s Miracle Network. And you already know, I’m not just walking, I’m trying to raise money.
As of this writing, I am $21 away from my goal to raise $272 for the kids and their families. ETA: We did it! Thank you, you guys rock. Yes, there is still time to sponsor me.
In heavier news, Psalm Angel Guadalupe, daughter of Erik and Sabra Onstott, has completed her journey. Hers was a life lived surrounded by love. Never alone, and she will never be forgotten. They could use your help, your prayers, and some peace.
We are praying for our friends that left this morning to drill wells in the Congo. Actually, teach the locals to drill wells. Yes, it’s crazy, but it’s good work. It’s easy to take things like clean water for granted when you live in a first world country.
I have now gone a full five days without injuring myself. The end is near, folks.