Well, another week is left behind me.  What is there to share?  I think I might bounce around in this particular entry.  For some reason going in my usual chronological order feels wrong today. 

I just got home around 6:30 this morning.  My parents let me stay the night at their place after I went to their house warming party yesterday.  After the dinner they also held a sweat.  I was amazed at how quickly it cools off out there.  It must have dropped ten degrees during the sunset, and another ten immediately following sunset.  It's like going camping, but with a house!  And the stars!  You could see the arm of the Milky Way, tons of various stars and constellations, and all of this while standing right next to the porch light!  I can only image what I could have seen without the light drowning out some of the stars!  Truely awesome. 

The food was good too.  Dinner was from noon to four, and there was every food imaginable.  Even with the fifty or so guests that showed up (most bringing food with them) eatting several plates and bowls worth of food, everyone was forced to take more food home!  Heck, if it wasn't for the fact that my cats need litter, I don't think I'd bother going grocery shopping this week.  Because I was the last one to go home, Mom really packed her car with stuff she dropped off with me.  She even dropped off the celery I told her to keep, as I had almost a full stock at home!  How am I, one person, supposed to eat what is almost two stalks of celery before it goes bad?  I don't think it'll freeze well. 

Friday night/Saturday morning I had the most bizarre dream.  I was riding the Valley Metro bus (with my bicycle on the front rack) when suddenly I had this bad feeling well up within me.  So I rushed off at the next stop and hopped on my bike (I'm not sure why I was riding the bus if my bike was opperable).  Immediately thereafter the bus flipped over while going down hill and swerving to avoid a car.  I rushed back to help the passengers and driver, but being only one person many people were injured and some died.  Eventually emergency response vehicles came in response, and I gave my statement.  The bizarre thing was that I had this horrible survivor's guilt thereafter.  I'd just breakdown crying when something would remind me of the accident.  Maybe while at the grocery store.  Maybe while talking with Kitty and Lori before the D&D game.  Maybe while watching television news.  It was really weird, because even though I logically knew it was survivor's guilt, and that I couldn't have done any more than I did, emotionally I felt like I should have made everyone leave the bus when I did.  Then I woke up ten minutes before I was supposed to start getting ready for work.  Weird stuff.

I went to the 8am mass on Sunday, and the homily was an explanation as to why we needed to donate to the second collection.  That's why I hate going to masses other than Sunday afternoon (Teen/Young Adult mass at most Catholic parishes).  They seem so spiritually devoid, that its no wonder that the responses of the assembly seem robotic and weak and almost no one sings with the choir.  The Spirit seems so unwelcomed with the mass, that it makes me feel uncomfortable to welcome Him in to me.  Mass shouldn't ever be like that.

Kitty's Mom died this week, and so Kitty was in Louisana to bury her mother Friday.  That meant to Earthdawn on Saturday.  Trav, Lor, and Tom were too tired after moving on Friday anyway, so Steve ran his D&D game.  Next week he'll be adding two more players as we start regularly playing his game the first and second Saturdays of the month (when Lor, Tom, and Trav are playing LAV with Tithe of Souls). 

So our team of adventures left Cormyr for Sembia to pick up more members of their estranged group.  (You might remember that our characters are basically 1st level cohorts of an NPC mentor, family member, or family friend, so we'll obviously be picking up the two other players' characters in Sembia.)  Along the way we ran into some Zhent bandits who were demanding tribute for crossing a bridge.  The gnome paladin tried bargaining with them, with my changling druid of Lurue backing him up, but they demanded 14,000gp!  So we put the fear of the gods within them and continued on our way.  That night they attacked us again, but we got them to backoff again as well.  We eventually reached our destination, where we left off so that the new characters could join next week.  Steve isn't sure what they're making.  They might be a male dwarven fighter and a male half-drow monk.  We'll see.

Friday night we played Shadowfist.  Nothing too exciting there.  I made some pathetic mistakes (I think because I didn't have enough sleep the night before), but I think we all still had fun.  Jackson gave both Monte and I a new Hulk HeroClick which he bought at Game Depot for $.25 each. 

Work's still busy.  We're finally getting the maps which were held up by the Colorado blizzard in stock.  My great aunt Lucy who has lived in Fort Collins for thirty-one years said that it was the worst blizzard she'd ever seen there.  I guess there was a bad blizzard in 1973, but the 2003 blizzard was apparently much worse.  Some neighbors apparently dug out her driveway for her, but the streets weren't dug out so it didn't help her out at all. 

We found out that our Middle East raised relief map is out of print permanently.  It sells incredibly well, but I guess that a 1991 map of the region which doesn't even have any of the former Soviet Republics broken off yet isn't considered reprint worthy by Hubbard Scientific. 

Sunday night I ended up watching the Science channel untill I fell asleep instead of trying to find Stargate SG-1 on my parents' DirectTV.  It had this amazing mysteries of science program block.  William B Davies narrated and hosted one show called Critical Eye, which was inspired by the folks at the Skeptical Enquirer and CSICOP.  The episode I saw was about human energy field healing techniques.  Afterwards was another show (the name of which I have forgotten) which was about The Science of Sin.  In it scientists were showing a genetic link to the various seven deadly sins.

So anyway, that was my weekend.  I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.  Until next time! 

Well, I finally reviewed Willard.  A smashingly good film, I must say. 

You know, I've been thinking about the conversation Lea and I had a week ago Monday.  I posted about our ConProgramTeam meeting, but I didn't post about my conversation with Lea afterward.  She was kind enough to give me a ride home, and we ended up talking in my carport long enough that Bruce called and asked where she was.  We talked about a lot of things, but one of the main points our conversation kept returning to was love. 

She had avoided getting married until her thirties, and got divorced eighteen months later.  That was obviously before she met Bruce.  She had purposely avoided marriage for a long time, because her family had a long track record of several marriages to each person.  I'm not sure how much (if anything) about her life she wants revieled on the Internet, so I'll try to come to my point.

She said that a person knows when they've found their lifemate, because it feels wrong to not be with them.  That had me thinking, will I ever know that feeling?  About a woman?  About God?  She speculated that for some people there would be many people who could fill that role, but that for others there might be only one out of billions.  Well, I'll let God sort all that out.  Let His Will be done.  Thus far, I don't see any sort of marriage in my future.  Heck, I don't even see a girlfriend! 

But as I explained, why do I need one right now?  My life is so full, I wouldn't be able to devote the time needed to maintain that relationship and all my other responsibilities.  Something would have to give, and God has yet to entice me with anyone who would make me choose. 

I find the typical dating scene repulsive.  Most singles events are actually events disguised to encourage meeting potential significant others.  I don't do drugs, so the alcohol and tobacco pushed at bars and clubs has no appeal to me.  Nor do the patrons at such places, especially the places that feel like meatmarkets.  *shudder*  Those are the worst.  I always feel unclean after just a few seconds of sharing the same air as those places.  And I certainly won't ever use a service to meet people.  Just how desparate do you have to be to think you need a service to do all the legwork for you?  I mean, a job service makes more sense than a dating service.  Don't people have enough self esteme to live their lives independant of love?  I guess people like Paul McCartney and Kathi Blandin try to teach us otherwise. 

I mean, don't get me wrong.  Romantic love is great.  The few months I dated Sheila were awesome.  The pain afterwards was well worth it.  I'll do it again, but on my terms in my own time.  And if the opportunity presents itself. 

Anyway, I was thinking about all that again today after I realised how most of my successful friends are married and most of my loser friends are not.  And it has me thinking, why is that?  What causes people with direction in their lives to opt for marriage and those who are aimless to avoid it (generally speaking.  There are exceptions to the rule in both categories) ?

Well, Spunky is kneeding my stomach, and I'm getting sleepy.  Both are inhibiting my typing skills.  Night.

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Faye
By The Spider Hole

So, I was up too late last night trying to update, and boy was I ever tired all day today.  I probably should have gone straight to bed when I got home, but I have all this E-mail backlogged.  When all of my accounts read as over the storage limit, you know I can't just ignore it.  What I really need is a day where all I do is E-mail catchup. 

Anyway, I jumped on this to add something I forgot to my recap.  Friday Jerry was laid off.  There were layoffs company wide, but with Jerry gone that leaves us with one less sales representative at our Phoenix location.  That means time off will be harder on everyone else.  I can't say that I blame them.  Around Christmas he was clocking in thirty minutes early every day.  He was told to stop it, and yet just a few weeks ago they caught him clocking in ninety minutes early.  I guess he thought they wouldn't notice the overtime.  Crazy. 

Well, I guess I'll do my Willard review later.  I'm falling asleep as it is.  See y'all on the digiflip side.

Well, the Saint Paul's Cafe was good, as always.  The program has raised enough money for the parish that it bought a new outdoor grill.  We got to try its first fruits, the barbecued chicken.  I'm sure it will be a hit with the other parish organizations, too. 

Monday was another all day rain, and so of course I had to go to north Tempe for the ConProgramTeam meeting at Rosita's Mexican Food (on the northeast corner of Hardy and University).  Lee Whiteside showed up to give the team and I some idea of what he (as CopperCon XXIII Chair) had set up for CuCon23 already.  He also offered some program suggestions to fit with the epic high fantasy theme of the convention.  Lea Farr agreed to help me with At-Con stuff in exchange for helping her with At-Con for LepreCon XXIX.  It seems an equitable trade.

Wednesday I met Wayne at Fudrucker's as he wanted a chance to show off his new ability to record digitally from his analog television so that he can watch Digimon episodes on his PDA.  He demonstrated it by showing me a Pokemon Ruby commercial.  We both had Ostrich burgers, which were fab as always.

Thursday I went to Bill's last minute party at Angie's House.  I wasn't that interested in going, but Damien offered to give me a ride.  So the excuses that it was too far and that I had to work the next day were no longer there to stop me.  I had a good time, but was glad that I was only there for so long.  Bill, Aaron, and Frank's eyes were all glassy after they were hiding in Angie's bathroom for some time.  I sure don't want to be associated as being a person who goes to those kinds of parties.  I never really appreciated them in high school, and getting any older certainly hasn't helped.  James was a cool guy who was my teammate in foosball versus Dai and Sam.  Angie seemed like a nice woman as well.  She hugged me goodbye, which is something I don't expect from friends, much less strangers.  So I'm just going to assume it was the alcohol. 

Meen (I'm not sure how she spells it, I guess I should have asked) was a very intriguing woman.  She is Angie's roommate and I gathered Meen is rather accident prone even when not drunk.  She had this total joy about her (which could have been the alcohol, I'm not certain) which was simply facinating.  Sam and I were teaching her how to play hackey sack in her living room, and she took to it quite well for an intoxicated beginner. 

Friday was Jackson's campaign again.  We returned to the cavern where we fought the undead beholder and evil silver dragon, only to find that most of the dwarves there were already dead.  We then split up to explore, and Squigbarm found himself buried under tons of rubble.  As he turned a corner he saw two inhumanly beautiful humans (more succubbi assumably) who pointed their index fingers to the ceiling above him and said something.  Luckily, the others heard his screams of pain (he couldn't make the DC25 concentration checks to heal himself will Concentration +11, nor is he strong enough to unbury himself with Strength 8) and rescued him.  Meanwhile Ethan found a dunegon map to the next level and Lori's Hinn Harper Scout found a parchment describing She of the Seven Skulls, some necromancer who is sometimes allied with Thay.  Zed stumbled upon an undead creature drawing large concentrations of energy from the Negative Energy Plane, which the two clerics easily destroyed with the combined power of their faith.  This led to an arguement both in-character and out between Zed and Syrus and Monte and Tom.  That killed the rest of the night until Skred and Squig decided to investigate the next dungeon level through the whirlpool.  Yet another cliffhanger ending.  Because three of the players will be moving into their new house next Friday, neither Tom nor Jackson's campaign will be run.  Tom will run his in two weeks.  So Steve might run his next Friday, or we might just have another Shadowfist night.  I'll know by Thursday night.

Saturday we started the next leg of Trav's Earthdawn Campaign.  This is the one with Kitty's Troll Skyraider, Mothra, and Jackson's Troll Skyraider, Happy, as mission leaders.  The rest of us made new characters.  Rusty is playing a T'skrang Archer, T'Arraget.  Monte is playing a Windling Windrider, Needle.  Lori is playing an Orc Calvieryman, Stubby Nubbinovitch.  Tom is playing a Troll Swordsmaster, Roarke (sp?).  Meanwhile, I am playing the Obsidiman Purifer Tsohcol.  We were charged with a mission to take supplies to some former slave rebels and assist them in freeing an enslaved village.  Most of the night was spent buying the supplies we thought we would need to get their supplies to them.  We did start tromping through the Servos jungle and get some good, old fashioned role playing in, but nothing really noteworthy--just fun. 

Sunday we started the parish mission.  Awesome!  I'm so glad they started doing this a few years ago.  Sometimes we need a kick in the pants like that to get us rolling.  The priest (whose name I forget at this momment.  I am up too late trying to finish this) was able to say every part of the mass as if he was excited about it.  That's not something I've heard in a very long time.  He reminded me very much of a motivational speaker.  His homily, about the Living Water of Jesus Christ, was spellbounding.  I remember him doing the parish mission a couple of years ago, and he was just as excited about God then as he is now.  Praise the Lord for bringing him into our parish once again.

Sunday night we had another Harry Potter Live Action Meeting in TFLAS.  It was mostly Wayne, Matt, and I, but Jess and Lori both stopped in for a bit.  We ended up doing Wayne's homework for him:  creating NPC motivations.  We completed the Slytherin Prefect's motivations in the first ninety minutes, then completed the DADA teacher's, Dumbledore's, and Hagrid's motivations in the next sixty.  Funny how Lori was only there for those final sixty.  Even more ironic was that Wayne had good grammar for the most part, despite the fact that he was working off of less than four hours sleep the previous night.  I wonder if Wayne's an escapee from You Can't Do That on Television.  They used to have a portion of the program where everything was opposite of how it should work.  Sometimes he reminds me of that part of that show.

Monday I paid my Cox bill at Lori's location rather than the one near me, as I was headed to AZ Mills Mall.  We waved to each other, as her location keeps the drop off box inside.  It was crowded like the location near me, but it's a much smaller and older building.  After that I met Jess at the Mills where we had food from the food court prior to seeing Willard.  It's been a long time since a movie moved me so, so expect a review coming soon.  I highly recommend it if you haven't seen it already. 

On the way home I picked up some grocieries.  Once I was home I found out that one of Lori's old LARP friends had open heart surgery and is in dire need of A+ blood.  My prayers are with him.  He was diagnosed with heart cancer at age twelve, and twenty years later his cure has come back to haunt him. 

Well, its time for me to say goodbye to all our community.  X, A, N--anytime will do--G, A, Dot--dot forget to post--C, O, M, M, Unity.....

It's one of those all day rains where it rains hard, then soft, then hard, then soft, then over cast but no rain, then hard, et cetera.  It should make returning from church tonight interesting, to say the least.  My headlight is on the fritz, people in Phoenix drive poorly on rainy streets, and Moon Valley is not the most well lit of neighborhoods.  I certainly don't want to have to wait for a bus home if the headlight goes out.

It seems as if half of Xanga is sick these days. I wish them all well.  Monday the county reported a 1000% increase in pollen count between Sunday and Monday readings.  So that would explain the increase sicknesses and severe allergy attacks locally.  Its one of the drawbacks to a rainy season.  High fire dangers in the summer is the other major drawback.  But I'd rather have these problems then another year worsening our drought.

No Friday D&D recap, as I missed the session to attend jinnetics surprise birthday party at Chuy's Metro Marketplace.  Thanks to the folks there who let us hide a Baskin-Robbins ice cream cake in their beer cooler while we ate.  I miss hanging out with tha group of pals.

I heard that nothing really happened other than the kids all snuck out of the castle and saw an approaching army headed towards them.  I guess it was another night where everyone gathered late and left early.  I think the group is too big, and its about to fall apart.  I just hope it manages to do so without hurt feelings.  We'll see.

Saturday we didn't even have Earthdawn.  Kitty had some jobs to do in Flagstaff, Rusty had a RenFest party to attend, and everyone else decided not to play without them.  So it was another Mike, Mike, and Paul Shadowfist night.  We'll see what happens to this group after the RenFest is over.  It'll either come back together or fully fall apart.  It's coming to a critical mass where it can't last like this much longer, even here in disfunctional America.

Well, it's time for me to head to mass followed by Saint Paul's Cafe.  It's Filipino food tonight.  I wonder how the LunarLumiere's family is doing these days.  I need to get back in touch with her one of these days.  Her parents made the best Filipino food.

I've been reading more about How the Enneagram Personality System Works, and discovered that I seem to be an Entertainer with a dominant Social Instinct.  I also seem to have some of the Unhealthy aspects of The Reformer and some of the Healthy aspects of The Investigator.  It's all very facinating. 

That's all I really wanted to say.  As RW Emerson once said, "What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." 

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Desert Blessings
By Alice Camille
Wednesday of the First Week

Age of Bronze is an example of what comics should be.

Anyway, I'm disappointed that AP Network News reported the assassination of the Serbian president, but ABC News and Virgin News have not.  They're all-Iraq all the time when it comes to international news. 

Last night I was doing E-mail and Xanga when Tom decides to IM me about his HPLA System Meeting with Wayne and Matt guess he didn't feel it went well, as Wayne and Matt wanted a D&D clone for spellcasting and character attributes, which obviously doesn't fit the HP books at all.  He then turns it into a complaint against local cons and how he's going to quit working for them as the Gaming Director after the cons he's already committed to doing.  Then it turns into complaining about the player's in his D&D campaign and how he's thinking of dropping it if they don't start showing more appreciation.  Which finally devolves into a hyoercritical evaluation of Jackson's D&D campaign and how he's ready to quit it.  Suffice it to say that the pressures of buying a new house (and moving into it in two weeks) plus the possible loss of his job are stressing him immensely.  So, obviously he and Lori deserve our prayers. 

I also got my AT&T bill yesterday--the first one this year!  And they have the gall to charge me a $1.40 late fee after I called them with my new address in December!  We'll see about this so-called late fee.  We'll see.

I keep getting put in a possition which I think threatens George's authority.  They (upper management) tried taking the marquee slogan development from him and giving it to me, but he eventually took it back.  Now they want to take the making of "Special Savings" signs from him and give them to me.  I don't think he'll be too happy to hear of this plan when he returns from vacation on Friday.  The problem is that they know he's....not as motivated...to full these tasks as I would be.  I tend to get things done when asked.  And people know it. 

Can you believe it's almost spring already?  What happened to the time!  I almost fear how fast time will go some twenty years hence!  We're already being warned of 90s by the weekend, the smog is blocking the view of the snowcapped Four Peaks, and I can ride one third of the way home from work in sunlight!  Next thing we know, LepreCon XXIX will be here!  Where did all our time go?

And I'll leave you with a quote, like I used to do in the old days before Xanga and silly on-line quizes infiltrated their spot:
There is a sobering side to eccentricity. Odd behavior can flourish only in a tolerant society and that it often produces radical new ideas by virtue of its willingness to cast off accepted norms. Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.

Quantum Picture is an interesting technology site.  Watch for more of them in the future.

I finally got my phone bill.  They haven't sent me one since November, and they have the gall to charge me $1.40 late fee?  We'll see about that.  I was up too late the last few nights, and I'm ready to fall asleep here at the keyboard.  I guess I can post what I had to say tomorrow.  In the meantime, I promised a pair of dragon quizes some time ago.  Unfortunately, all I could find was this. 

Who is your dragon spirit guide?
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Night-nite!

OK, as I listen to Virgin Radio, I find that I like the mix of modern and oldies.  I wish American radio was that cool.  Who else would play The Red Hot Chili Peppers, followed by Queen and David Bowie, followed by The Verve, followed by U2, followed by The Beetles, followed by The Foofighters, followed by Coldplay, followed by Areosmith and Run DMC, followed by Stereophonic, followed by Lou Reed, et cetera?

So, back to the recap.  Friday night was Jackson's campaign again.  Zed informed us of Moradin's message to him that there were dwarves in deadly peril, and that it was time that he return the favour of being resurrected.  He was granted the power of Forged by Moradin, and the ability to bestow and withdraw that power from others who would aid him in his appointed task.  In game terms, Forged by Moradin is all the possitive dwarven racial traits without any of the negative dwarven racial traits.  These powers will only last the next twenty-four hours, because after that the dwarves needing rescue will all be dead. 

This caused a problem among the group, because those in charge had already decided to flee to a nearby city in the Underdark for resupply.  This despite the fact that we heard alarms going off before we fled.  The wouldn't listen to Squig and Zed explain that they would no doubt use the two or three days we would be gone to fully fortify against our return.  After all, this time we had caught them by surprise.  Undead don't have to sleep like we do.  Three days for us is really only one day of preparation and two days of travel, but for the undead already in place three days is like six days of fortification.  But like the unheroic cowards they are, they fear one or two of us dying for the greater good. 

Well, it was a fight, but Zed finally convinced them all to agree to help the dwarves despite Syrus's attempts to paint Moradin in an unfavorable (dare I say evil?) light.  They all took the Forged by Moradin power except Syrus, who said he'd rather stubble around in the dark and be a detrimate to the party and the plan as a whole rather than take anything offered by Moradin.  We ran into Sadie the vampiric dridder again, who came to see what all the noise was from our arguement in the hallways of the Underdark.  We questioned, she told us of dwarves about to be sacrificed by both nearby Drow and nearby members of the Cult of the Dragon.  She also told us of a dwarven safehold nearby when we asked if there was a safe place to rest the night. 

So our elves found the secret door and let us into the 20' x 20' safehold which housed more mining cart repair supplies.  Our Harper friend (whose name I forget, but who is the one who was charged with this mission that we tagged along for) teleported back to Silverymoon with cash to buy the supplies they wanted from that other city, with the promise to return in the morning.  Our abjurer, Ethan, set up an Extended Alarm outside the safehold before we went to sleep, so we took no watches. 

In the morning the alarm went off, but it turned out to be a winged cat with a message it took to our priest of Sharess (Bast in the Mulhorandi pantheon), Delome.  He did not share what that message was, but the flying feline will apparently be another cohort for him (due to his Leadership feat).  Our friend returned with the supplies we were expecting during that confusion, and he brought a dwarf with him.  This dwarf is an uncle of Jer, and thus a member of the Silverclay clan.  He had been looking for Zed in Silverymoon.  The found a copper sword with the Silverclay name on it, and wanted to remind Zed that the mystery of his copper Alfredson blade and the (I forget their last name) copper blade of the young Dales (our half-demon, quarter-dragon wards) still needs to be solved.  He agreed to help us in the quest set out by Moradin in the meantime. 

And thus we ended.  As Steve wanted to go see some band at Joe's Grotto on Saturday and Travis always attends the Tithe of Souls LARP the first and second Saturdays of the month, Saturday ended up being a Shadowfist night much like Friday midday. 

Sunday I went to mass, a great reminder of the importance of this holy season of Lent.  The homily was about washing away the distractions of the world and truely focus on God these fourty days.  I love how the whole mass changes during this season.  It's a great opportunity for us to really examine the importance of opening the Word and the consumption of the Body and Blood.  The teen Confirmation candidates wrote their names into the Book of the Elect last night.  Soon Easter and Pentecost will be here heralding the entry of new members to our church.  *sigh*  I really need to work on my relationship with God more.

After mass I ended up attending another online conference for the Harry Potter Live Action Development Team.  We only had three of us this time, and it went a lot more smoothly.  This is probably because there were less people, and those people now knew what to expect from each other in an online meeting.  I feel we accomplished a lot, and we each have an assigned task.  Unfortunately, my log of the conference is corrupted so it will be rather hard to complete my task.  Hopefully someone else had the foresight to save their log of the conference. 

As you already know I had to go to bed early so I could work today, so I guess we're all caught up.  I hear that Michelle was kind enough to tell the recipient of our planned surprise party that she was looking forward to his party at Chuy's.  What the heck did she not understand about the word "surprise"?  Between her, BJ, and other people throwing monkeywrenches into the mix its amazing this is even going to be pulled off at all.  But I'll allow myself the luxury of ranting after the whole thing is over. 

In the meantime, if you haven't had your fill of rants by Paul, then check out my rant on local cons and their failure to recognise that publicity means using actual marketing techniques, not hs technqiues. 

So, recap time hits us all again like a train hits its regular stops on the way of life.  Thursday night we had our floors waxed at work, so we had to clear the sales, cartography, and cafe floors for the cleaning crew after work.  When George was telling us what he wanted each of us to do the next morning, he was taken aback when I said I wasn't going to be there.  He didn't believe me that he had scheduled it so, so he went and checked the schedule.  He and Jeff both acted like it was all new to them, when it was Jeff who needed the Monday off which caused my weekend to shift to Friday/Sunday this week. 

The two of them approached me on this four weeks ago when it was time to schedule this week.  How could they forget?  Jeff was all concerned, as apparently he has since asked to leave at noon on Friday to start his long weekend early.  Then why did he suggest Friday four weeks ago?  I made plans then to hang with my friends which have Fridays off regularly right after I got that day off.  Luckily, George decided not to ask me to work Friday after all. 

Lucky for me, but not for Brett.  I guess he complained about the lack of staff to our sales vp on Friday.  Oops!  I guess he's blaming George for the whole mess.  George just needs some actual management training.  They never gave him any when they made him management.  And they haven't bothered to give him any employee reviews since the promotion either.  *sigh*  Hopefully, this will iron itself out.

So Friday we got together to play a day of Shadowfist.  We thought to call Ken after we ordered pizza, but he wasn't home.  If only we had thought of it earlier.  He was probably working though if he wasn't home.  Anyway, I tried some of my new untried decks and some of my original decks I haven't used in a long time.  My Jammer/Vehicles deck worked out awesome.  One game with it Monte had brought out his Dragon/Jammer/Vehicles deck to stomp it and it did its job beautifully.  I had my Smart Missile out early and kept him from ever using his deck to its potential, meanwhile my Car Wash and Motor Pool kept my Outlaw Bikers on the warpath.  It was all loads of fun before everyone else got off work and we played Jackson's D&D camapign.  But, as I have to work tomorrow the rest of the recap will have to wait.  Just as I'm having to tape SG-1 right now.  Night!