Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Let There Be Board Games Everywhere

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Oh What a Day! Oh What a Rant!

We are hanging by a thread here.  Today was hell.  A Knockdown Drag-Out with my Parents plus added Holiday Stress is taking its toll.  How do I know?  Well, A.) I want to sit and bawl and B.) I flip from wanting to yell at He Who Must Not Be Named to wanting to talk to Him.  Of course, neither option is particularly helpful.   Let's be honest, why am I reacting this way?  Because its my fall back response, she says in a knowing tone. In times of stress I idealize his Sad Sack Life.  But let's lay all the cards on the table now: He's a dating (if that is what you can call it because my friends call it something else entirely) a Pseudo-Intellectual who resembles (if you will allow me to draw a picture) one of the Dancing Hippos from Fantasia but who is generally much less attractive and, on the whole, much more vulgar and crass. So what have I been pining for?: He's a washed up Forty Three Year old living in Central Indiana, working at a Pathetic Little College, and Who has Generally Failed at Life.  (No seriously, He went to an Ivy League University, and somehow landed here)  Combine this with his general lack of communication skills, seeming inability to form normal relationships, and what have you got?: The man I idolized.   Oh, how I would cry.  My brother reminds me that attachment was born out of extreme illness...and without the illness, perhaps, there would have never been an attachment.

Friday, December 20, 2013

Suburbia: Board Games and Problems

One of the hard things about cutting someone out of your life are the things you initially picked up because of him or her.  For me that "thing" was board games.  And perhaps because I am bipolar being left with something I am unwilling to give up is a problem.  You see, I've purged my apartment and my life of things that reminded me of He Who Shall Not Be Named.  A sweet thank you note and all my pottery went flying into the dumpster months ago.  Job well done...except those damned boardgames.  I first picked up only because he liked them.  I wanted to see if I could find them palatable.  What I did not expect was the smorgasbord of goodness I soon discovered.  I went on a gaming binge.  Since then I have picked up a quite a few games that His Nastiness had never played and, as far as I am concerned, I hope he never does.  Those are MY Games now and I've put my stamp on them....because I am Mature that way.  In all seriousness though, it remains a mental problem for me.  It shouldn't but it does.  Of course, it won't really get in the way of my gaming...my next purchase: Suburbia!!  Woo Hoo!

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Trains...One More Purchase

Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the house every creature was playing boardgames even the resident mouse.  When what to my wondering eyes did appear but a Comic Quest Game store (with a copy of Trains) beckoning that Christmas was finally here.  I snatched up the board game quick as a flash, then drove straight home to tear off the wrapper and gaze at my game stash.   Quarriors, Kingdom Builder, Ascension, Lord's of Water Deep, Netrunner, now Trains, a nifty game (with a deck building mechanic similar to Dominion combined with a train game) that He had never played.  Picked out on my own, not Ticket to Ride because He suggested that game I declined.  Instead, I choose my own games and remembered that Christmas meant something long before I loved Him.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

I Woke Up

Last night, I dreamed he apologized.  Then I woke up.

Kingdom Builder


I lied.  I bought Kingdom Builder instead, but, in my defense, the lady at Griffon Bookstore kept pressuring me to buy Trains and it pissed me off.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Trains: Shut Up and Sit Down

Recently, My brother introduced me to Shut Up and Sit Down, and since then I've fallen in love with their videos and podcasts.  What's more these two board gaming aficionados have inspired my next gaming purchase: Trains (because Ticket to Ride just ain't my thing)

A Pinot Noir

So...I have been a little upset lately.  Just a little bit, you know.  My brother says I made He Who Must Not Be Named into an Idol.  That I let Him embody everything I wanted Him to be and lost sight of who He really is.  I think my brother is right.  Truthfully, the days I want to wake up and break my silence, I imagine Him as adorable, wonderful, and just misunderstood.  I start thinking that somehow if He was just provided the right type of affection He'd be great, like a fine pinot noir (watch the movie SIDEWAYS and you'll get that reference).  But the hard reality is He was a dick.  He hurt me when I was incredibly ill and didn't give a shit afterwards.  Not to mention, once someone has reached their forties its unlikely their poor communication skills and selfish/self loathing tendencies will magically disappear through the power of love.  A pinot noir is an amazing wine but eventually it peaks and from then on out its a downward progression.  There is no way around that, but it still hurts.  Thus, in hopes of lifting my mood, I purchased a new dice building game which I like, and have decided to force all my classes play Age of Empires III as a teaching tool...now I am considering buying King of Tokyo and a bottle of wine.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The Great Dalmuti

Tonight, my brother and I trekked through the South Bend snow to Griffon Bookstore in order to purchase a new game.  It's my birthday, after all.  As I was browsing the establishment's rather large inventory, my sibling suggested I buy The Great Dalmuti to my total and utter horror.  I stared at him for a minute and then explained:

"I bought that game already and mailed it to an ungrateful bastard who couldn't be bothered to thank me for it but did update his boardgame website to say he now owns.  I'm afraid this particular game now comes with a few negative connotations for me so I'd rather not purchase it."


Yes, that right.  He Who Must Not Be Named willingly kept the game I sent him but never said thank you. Is he some sort of Mindless Amoeba that just sucks up gifts?  I dunno.  He kept it, obviously.  Seriously, the Man is definitely Socially Awkward but that isn't what I hold against Him.  Nope, its that he's Fucking Asshole.  Social Awkwardness I find endearing on some level.  Being an Ass-Wipe is a whole other story.  Also, for the record, I told HIM about a Few Acres of Snow (cool-ass game in which the two players fight the French and Indian War) and his gaming vocabulary suggests he's amassed a large quantity of information but never fully digested any of it.  In other words, he's a poser.  The Great Dalumti my Ass!

My Birthday to Me

Guess what?  It my birthday.  Yep!  And the funny thing is I'm kinda excited.  Why, you ask?  Well, my last two birthdays were rough going, to say the least.  I spent one gasping and sobbing into a pillow, and the other a nervous wreck, but this year is different.  I won't say I'm perfectly content but I am a lot happier than I was a year ago.  I don't check my email four hundred times a day.  I don't ache the way I did before.  I didn't send someone a Christmas present who couldn't bother to wish me a happy birthday.  Nope, this year I got a few things right.  So here's to me.

Friday, December 6, 2013

Run Run Rudolph.

Yours Truly is fighting the urge to Run.  For whatever reason, I cannot stand being in South Bend at the moment.  And the Christmas decorations hanging here, there, and everywhere are not helping.  Truth: I am having trouble with alone time.  When I'm with friends I forget about the hurts and worries, but on my own all the troubles come flooding back.  That unpleasant sensation makes its difficult to breathe.  Thus, the urge to pack up my car and hit the road is overwhelming.  But I can't.  I have responsibilities that require me to be in here...so I guess, for now, I'll clean the house and pretend I'm okay. 

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Hustle

"Some hustle for respect.  Some hustle for love.  Some hustle for truth.  But we all hustle to survive." It's been a good day, full of fun, friends, and Christmas shopping...so why am I falling apart now that I am home?  Why did I look at his weblog?  Why do I care? I dunno..."he isn't necessarily in what you can call good shape."  I'm tired.  Maybe its time for bed.  As a side note, AMERICAN HUSTLE is gonna be awesome, Guys.