This past Saturday, I had a barbeque. Those of you who came know all about it, because you were there, and you know what fun it was. Those of you didn't come don't get to hear about it, because you didn't bother to show up. Assholes.
Seriously, though, the bbq was great, there was a mountain of food, and lots of booze, and I enjoyed myself completely. There was a small hiccup at about 11:00 AM when Arlan and I realized that we didn't have any propane, but the good news is that I now know that a standard-sized propane tank fits exactly into my backpack! I like learning things.
Aside from barbeques and the first round of the NHL playoffs, the only other thing that I've been doing lately is beta-testing the new Blood Bowl game that's due out in June. I can't talk too much about it because I don't want the Intellectual Property Police to show up at my house and talk sternly to me about my violation of the NDA until I cry, but I can tell you that it's super-fun, and that I'm kicking the ass of anyone stupid enough to challenge me to a match. Seriously, I've got like 20-some wins, 0 losses, and 1 tie. The biggest reason I was excited about the digital version of BB was that it would give me a chance to play against some of the best players in the world, since I so consistantly whip the asses of all the local opposition. But I'm starting to think that maybe it wasn't that there's a shortage of good coaches around here; maybe I'm just that good.
Why is it that the only things that I'm really good at are
completely without financial value, totally unmarketable, not appropriate in mixed company, or impossible to do as a career? It isn't fair. If it were possible to make money by beating people at Blood Bowl, not only would I be TOTALLY FUCKING HAPPY ALL THE TIME, I'd also be STINKING RICH. What I need to do is find a way to turn Blood Bowl into a spectator sport that people can bet on. Ideas? Contact me. You might want to get in on the ground floor on this one.
T.
Labels: fall, scooters, vacation
