1 of 2 - non warhammer post
The winter wolf showed her teeth last night. You can smell the snow in the air- up too high to fall yet, but soon enough. No sightings of frost yet, that bastard. I’ve been ill for the last few days- but up on my feet now, at work for the Guaranteed Work Program at PSG- probably my last day of work for a while. I need to get with Dan and Kristen, find out when the next time they’re available. Everything is looking good for the GI Bill that’s currently in place- I call a number at the end of the month, they send me just a little bit more then I would make working for PSG full time, and I continue about my day. More on school and judo etc. when it happens.
I kind of snapped last night, unfortunately. Theresa has this spill she goes into whenever she feels like getting attention- it goes something along these lines.
“Oh man, my school ruined me. It’s terribly, I can’t enjoy food now! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy McDonalds, which says a lot about me as most Chef’s hate chain restaurants; so I’m different in that way, but I can’t stand to see imperfections in pastries. I mean, I just look at stuff and yeah it may taste good, but I can’t help but stair at it and critique. That has Air bubbles; that wasn’t cooked right. I mean really, my school ruined me, it made me a perfectionist - that’s just the way it was at my school. If it wasn’t perfect then it wasn’t right, and we’d have to get it perfect every time.”
This is the shortened version- any and every part of which is repeated 3 to 5 times, and the conversation is brought up about every week. Last night, I simply put down my drink and said.
“Man, yeah- I know EXACTLY what you mean Theresa. I mean, every day I turn on the TV and see the war on- I can’t STAND how it’s being run- I can’t STAND how they’re doing it because I was taught to do war right. I’m a perfectionist in my field just like you, except in my case, people are actually dyeing. By the thousands. I get to hear about soldiers dyeing almost every day, and know in my heart that I could have saved some of them by being there.”
I almost feel bad about it- but I hear that same story over and over again SO much- how she had it ‘so tough’ at her school. Don’t brag to ME about hardships sweetheart; not unless they involve tears or blood. It’s just the bragging aspect of it I couldn’t stand. I have no problem giving people their credit, but don’t try and stand up on a pyramid every damn week and crow that you’re the new sun god because there was some yelling and hurt feelings at your school. Oh, you didn’t get enough sleep at college? Poor baby! Let me wipe those tears with a handkerchief woven from a unicorn’s mane.
Every damn week!
Moving on. I’m going to be teaching my Dad DnD 3.5 soon. I’m crazy excited honestly. I’m hoping that Dan, Kristen and I can all meet up down south and chill with my parents for a little while in the near future, but I don’t know anyone else’s schedule, and I don’t want to travel until that first GI payment is confirmed. Still fluid- obviously.
In other news… The Tau, of warhammer 40K
The Tau, are like wizards; they really are. Level 2 Wizard verses Level 2 Fighter? Yeah, no contest. Level 16 wizard verses level 16 fighter? Well now, totally different story now, isn’t it?
I’ve been doing a decent showing with a Tau army at 1,000 points. 1K is the accepted training/initial contact level for armies, and I truly have fallen for the Tau quite hard. I heart them so. Now, after two less then stellar (but at least not disastrous) showings, I’m moving on the the 1500 point which is the standard game play level. The difference, is astounding.
I’ll do another post on it even, I’m so happy- mostly because I don’t get to flex my tactic brains much any more. Feel free to skip.
Edit: Ever really mess up a LJ cut tag?