I wanted to write something. So here I am.
I see in my last I mentioned the state of my bowels. Apparently, not good. Suffice it to say there was blood where there should not be blood, and I have an appointment with a gastroenterologist. Lacy says she had something similar, and it was not serious; my father's like SHIT SON YOU GOT FUCKING COLON CANCER. I am fascinated more than anything, and not above making Rejected jokes about it.
Uh... so it's been over a year. What's changed? Not much. Still working for my father. Avoiding writing a report on a customer visit right now, in fact. Still very, very bored.
Oh, I was an Omeganaut [contestant in the Omegathon] at this past PAX East. Barely worth a mention, because I got my ass handed to me, in the game I was least concerned about, no less. First round was X-Men, the old arcade game. I was worried that the brief practice I did [one playthrough on expert, unlimited lives, didn't even play every character] wasn't enough, but even with last pick of character [went with Nightcrawler] I did okay.
The second round, Zip-It, was a word game. You get 12 cubes with letters on each side, and you have to make a word grid of them faster than your opponent. I've beaten down my friends at fake Scrabble enough that a few refuse to play with me anymore, so I thought, hey, no big deal. Pride goeth. I went up against this woman who was freakishly fast, and I lost. So that was that. I suppose I am glad I didn't have to dance on stage: the next round was Dance Central 2, and it was the pre-concert entertainment, so packed house. As a loser, I did get an awesome spot for the concert: center, foot of stage. Here are Paul and Storm, shortly before Paul called me out as "this asshole whose arms don't work".
There are other things I could say about the Omegathon, but I probably shouldn't. I lost fairly, but I don't think everyone else eliminated could say the same. And if I were one of them, I'd be pissed. But I am not them, so it isn't my place.
And that's all I have to say for now.