“Where hacks come to spew nonsense” - B2B
Bergy, Little Frye, Phanna, PCake, DaleS, Jimmer. Funds provided by Donimator.
You can’t tell by the photo but Frye has already lost his pants. Strange because the first hand has not yet been dealt.
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From the Mud and Blood Ball blog:
In order to have enough beer and food available, we need everyone to please pre-register. If you don’t, I can’t guarantee that there will be enough food or beer.
So what happens if the Mud and Blood Ball starts to run out of food and beer?
Those that pre-registered, and paid $10, get first crack at what is left to eat and drink?
Those that registered day of, and paid $15, get escorted to the door?
What if I am planning on going to the Mud and Blood Ball but it’s not a for sure deal and I wait until the day of to register? I mean, I will have paid an extra $5 for this thing. I understand that it may not be possible to have enough for everyone, but I think I should get some kind of guarantee that I can drink the last beer and eat the last brat mit farm frites. Don’t you think? I paid $5 more! Where I come from (f-ing America), when you pay more you get more.
There should really be some immediate clarification on the registration versus allocation of food and drinkies policy.
Not that I am going to this thing at all anyway. I’m not going to Nats.
Walls framed, plumbing in, electrical almost finished.
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Those who have read my blog for a while know that I am a fairly negative person.
I work out a lot of my negativity online (I apologize that you end up having to read it) which helps me mitigate the amount of negativity that I share with my wife, friends and family. Mitigate, but not eliminate. My wife tells me that she enjoys my cynicism, but I know that she despises my “down days” where I hardly speak a word to anyone for days at a time.
I pretty much assume the worst about most people and situations and in a crisis I instantly believe that the worst case scenario will always come to pass. It sucks having this kind of outlook on life but there it is. I could work on it I suppose but then I would be acting like one of those phony “happy” type people that I assume do unspeakable things in the privacy of their home. I would rather people just think that I am a jerk instead of a happy creep.
A healthy does of cynicism can be a help on occasion. It keeps me from getting my hopes up too high which also prevents the inevitable let down later. I guess that’s the silver lining on a dark cloud.
I work hard to spare my children my negative attitude. I am sure that they will pick up on it eventually but I am not bothered that they will be dramatically affected by it.
What does bother me is that I tend to take my negative attitude to bed each night. More often then not I spend the first hour on my pillow laying awake thinking of all the horrible things that could happen to my family. It’s interesting that I am not bothered in the slightest by the thought that something could happen to me, but the possibilities of danger to my wife and children that run through my mind most nights are far too gastly to describe. Most nights I am able to finally put these thoughts out of my mind and fall asleep relaxed and at peace. But sometimes these awful thoughts follow me into sleep and my wife is forced to wake me from a sobbing nightmare that I can’t bring myself to detail to her.
What I am thankful for this Thanksgiving?
I am thankful that life is in no way as bad as I tend to think it is and that none of the things that I think about before falling asleep at night have ever come true.
Positivity? I envy you Skibby.
Happy Thanksgiving to all you and yours.
I feel strongly about this issue.
I’m shockingly busy.
Posting will be sporadicus.
I am looking forward to the race on Saturday. I hope it snows.
I finally fixed daylight savings time on my blog so posts will be shown with the correct time.
Teh awesomeness!
