My holiday has been a long one, and today is the first day I've been able to just sit. More content will appear once I'm allowed to sit more.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 21, 2015
Two Nights
Dec 16, 2015
Tonight's Song Is Brought To You By Technoboy
Dec 15, 2015
Tactics Suck
I suck at tactics in Warhammer. It's official.
My lists are always bad, my play is possibly worse, but I still love those stupid models, so once the tournament is over I'm going full fledged painter mode. I might suck the big one at tactics and understanding how to play, but one thing I don't suck at is making a model look good.
I'm going to keep the painting and army building, and lean back a bit on the actual playing of the game. I'm sure that if I had a friend that was willing to put in multiple games and really learn with me I'd be able to get some idea of what I'm doing, but right now, I have no experience, and no knowledge, so I'm sticking with what I do have and that's a lot of paint.
I'll polish off the chaos (because really, it's almost nothing that I'm fielding) and then head back to the hordes of undead. If I'm not painting 100 units for anything under 500 points, I'm doing something wrong.
My lists are always bad, my play is possibly worse, but I still love those stupid models, so once the tournament is over I'm going full fledged painter mode. I might suck the big one at tactics and understanding how to play, but one thing I don't suck at is making a model look good.
I'm going to keep the painting and army building, and lean back a bit on the actual playing of the game. I'm sure that if I had a friend that was willing to put in multiple games and really learn with me I'd be able to get some idea of what I'm doing, but right now, I have no experience, and no knowledge, so I'm sticking with what I do have and that's a lot of paint.
I'll polish off the chaos (because really, it's almost nothing that I'm fielding) and then head back to the hordes of undead. If I'm not painting 100 units for anything under 500 points, I'm doing something wrong.
Dec 14, 2015
2/5 classes done with grading!
I know that I have seven classes, but really I only had five classes that actually turned in major papers that I'd consider finals. I've graded two of the five and have a view of what will happen by finals.
It's looking like a rough number of something like this -
F's - 12
D's - 4
C's - 9
B's - 9
A's - 11
That means that out of the 45 students. . .
35% are failing, but 65% are passing.
Almost 25% got an A.
However, if we take out the F's (they stopped showing up or didn't produce papers for assignments, or in other words, simply did not finish the class) and only look at the people that actually showed up to class (the other 33 students) the ratios look a little more realistic of the students that I actually taught.
Not counting those people that stopped showing up to class
87% of my students are passing.
12% are failing.
Given that's only two of my courses, and the math is not solid at all, but I'm just happy that I'm on the path of getting grading done!
It's looking like a rough number of something like this -
F's - 12
D's - 4
C's - 9
B's - 9
A's - 11
That means that out of the 45 students. . .
35% are failing, but 65% are passing.
Almost 25% got an A.
However, if we take out the F's (they stopped showing up or didn't produce papers for assignments, or in other words, simply did not finish the class) and only look at the people that actually showed up to class (the other 33 students) the ratios look a little more realistic of the students that I actually taught.
Not counting those people that stopped showing up to class
87% of my students are passing.
12% are failing.
Given that's only two of my courses, and the math is not solid at all, but I'm just happy that I'm on the path of getting grading done!
Dec 13, 2015
1999
I'm finally finished with 1998 with TAL, and I'm moving on to 1999.
To give you a quick reminder of what in the world was happening in 1999, here's a few good highlights.
I was 13. That means I was in 7th grade, which means that I was actively failing my English class.
Family Guy started airing.
Mandalay Bay (the casino) was constructed.
Columbine Highschool gets shot up.
Sponge Bob Square Pants airs for the first time.
Star Wars Episode 1 premiered.
Napster was created.
In 1999 Believe by Cher was #1 on the charts, only followed up by TLC's No Scrub.
In 1999, Raver's Anthem was released.
Notable video games in 1999 would be Silent Hill, Tony Hawk Pro Skater, and Roller Coaster Tycoon.
To give you a quick reminder of what in the world was happening in 1999, here's a few good highlights.
I was 13. That means I was in 7th grade, which means that I was actively failing my English class.
Family Guy started airing.
Mandalay Bay (the casino) was constructed.
Columbine Highschool gets shot up.
Sponge Bob Square Pants airs for the first time.
Star Wars Episode 1 premiered.
Napster was created.
In 1999 Believe by Cher was #1 on the charts, only followed up by TLC's No Scrub.
In 1999, Raver's Anthem was released.
Notable video games in 1999 would be Silent Hill, Tony Hawk Pro Skater, and Roller Coaster Tycoon.
Dec 11, 2015
Hi Russia!
Glad to see you here. Keep on lurking.
Dec 9, 2015
I Jinxed It
Say what you will about bad luck but I knew that this was going to happen.
I started grading papers. They were looking REALLY good. Like to the point where I was handing out an excessive amount of A's good. Like, goodbye bell curve, hello everyone passing.
Then I told my students.
The very next paper I picked up. Plagiarism. Plagiarism everywhere.
I dug around in databases for the past two hours trying to show just how bad the sources were so I was justified in citing the student for plagiarism. It was great fun doing all of the research forensics of the deal and finding out new ways to use databases, but oh was that annoying. I knew I should have never said anything. I jinxed the entire deal.
I started grading papers. They were looking REALLY good. Like to the point where I was handing out an excessive amount of A's good. Like, goodbye bell curve, hello everyone passing.
Then I told my students.
The very next paper I picked up. Plagiarism. Plagiarism everywhere.
I dug around in databases for the past two hours trying to show just how bad the sources were so I was justified in citing the student for plagiarism. It was great fun doing all of the research forensics of the deal and finding out new ways to use databases, but oh was that annoying. I knew I should have never said anything. I jinxed the entire deal.
Dec 8, 2015
750 Points
My 500 point game was a total bust, and it's looking like to be running like that at all times, but at least I'm getting out and trying to do something other than sit at home. I'm putting this list here in case I forget to print out a copy at work.
Note to anyone who is reading this - all of my lists are bad lists. All of them. I do not claim to be good at roster making and playing the actual game is something that I'm slowly learning and really quite sucking at, at the moment. This means a few things - first - I will GLADLY take any advice you have on list building or tactics for the game. I will warn you on this one small fact - I like Tzeentch. I know that if I power gamed a bit more and tried to go full min/max and give units what they need I'd be able to get a bit more bang for my buck, but for now, this is what I'm running. I'm going fluffy, so expect some crazy 'wtf' moments when looking at my list. I'm sure I can (and should) do a bit more to my list, but I just wanted to field a few things this time that I didn't get time to field last time. Who cares if they're grey and plastic, I'm going to field them and enjoy it.
Also, because I'm me, I wanted specific notes as I created the list. Some of these things might be redundant to you, but I'm still learning, so bare with me. Fun note - this is 750 points, and only 21 models plus a transport. That could possibly be why I'm doing so poorly, but whatever, I only have to field 21 guys!
Here's the list.
Note to anyone who is reading this - all of my lists are bad lists. All of them. I do not claim to be good at roster making and playing the actual game is something that I'm slowly learning and really quite sucking at, at the moment. This means a few things - first - I will GLADLY take any advice you have on list building or tactics for the game. I will warn you on this one small fact - I like Tzeentch. I know that if I power gamed a bit more and tried to go full min/max and give units what they need I'd be able to get a bit more bang for my buck, but for now, this is what I'm running. I'm going fluffy, so expect some crazy 'wtf' moments when looking at my list. I'm sure I can (and should) do a bit more to my list, but I just wanted to field a few things this time that I didn't get time to field last time. Who cares if they're grey and plastic, I'm going to field them and enjoy it.
Also, because I'm me, I wanted specific notes as I created the list. Some of these things might be redundant to you, but I'm still learning, so bare with me. Fun note - this is 750 points, and only 21 models plus a transport. That could possibly be why I'm doing so poorly, but whatever, I only have to field 21 guys!
Here's the list.
Terminator
Sorcerer
WS BS
S T W
I A Ld Sv
5
4 4 4
2 4 2
10 2+
Terminator
armour – 2+ armor, 5+ invulnerable,
Bulky
– 2 in transport
Deep strike
reserve. Second turn start, roll d6, 3+ comes out, keep going, auto come
out on 4th. Roll for scatter (2d6+artillery), then place in circle.
If weird happens, d6 mishap table (162). Can move during next shooting, can not
charge.
Relentless
– can shoot with heavy weapons counting as stationary even if they moved. Can
also charge even if shot heavy weapons.
No
Sweeping Advances -
Force
Sword – S user, AP 3, Force
Combi-bolter
– Range 24”, S 4, AP 5, Type – Rapid Fire, Twin linked
Rapid fire – 2
shots in under half distance, 1 shot up to full distance, if used rapid fire,
can’t charge next.
Twin
linked – re-roll to hit.
Champion of chaos - must issue challenges, if kill other
character roll on boon table.
Independent character
Pskyer
(1) – Spells
-
Force – charge 1, killing blow, self target
-
1 from Tzeentch list
Mark
of Tzeentch – 6+ invulnerable (stacks with term armor, total of 4+
invulnerable)
Thousand
Sons
WS
BS S T
W I A
Ld Sv
Son
4 4 4
4 1 4
1 10 3+
Aspiring Sorc 4
4 4 4
1 4 2
10 3+
Power Armour – 3+ armor save
Boltgun (sons) – 24”,
S4, AP 5, Rapid Fire 2 shots in under half distance, 1 shot up to full
distance, if used rapid fire, can’t charge next.
Bolt
pistol (sorc) – 12”, S4, AP 5, Pistol
Force
weapon (sorc) – S user, AP 3, Force
Aura
of dark glory – 5+ invulnerable save
Inferno
bolts – shots from bolts are now AP 3
Champion of chaos (sorc) - must issue challenges, if kill
other character roll on boon table.
Fearless – auto pass, pinning, fear, regroup, morale
Mark of Teentch – 6+ invulnerable save (can stack with aura
of dark glory for 4+)
Psyker (sorc 1) –
Spells
-
Force
-
1 From Tzeentch
Slow and Purposeful
– cannot run, move flat out, sweeping advance (chase broken unit), or fire
overwatch.
Veterans of Long War – Hatred (Space Marines) Hatred –
re-roll
Rhino
BS F
S R HP
4 11
11 10 3
Combi-bolter
– Range 24”, S 4, AP 5, Type – Rapid Fire, Twin linked
Rapid fire – 2
shots in under half distance, 1 shot up to full distance, if used rapid fire,
can’t charge next.
Twin
linked - re-roll to hit.
Searchlight – can cancel out night fighting
Smoke Launchers –
1/game, instead of shooting or moving flat out, May not fire any of its weapons
in the same turn, but counts as obscured in next enemy shooting phase, 5+
cover.
Terminators
WS
BS S T
W I A
Ld Sv
Terminator 4 4
4 4 1 4
2 9 2+
Champion 4 4
4 4 1
4 2 9
2+
Terminator armour – 2+ armor, 5+
invulnerable,
Bulky
– 2 in transport
Deep strike
reserve. Second turn start, roll d6, 3+ comes out, keep going, auto come
out on 4th. Roll for scatter (2d6+artillery), then place in circle.
If weird happens, d6 mishap table (162). Can move during next shooting, can not
charge.
Relentless
– can shoot with heavy weapons counting as stationary even if they moved. Can
also charge even if shot heavy weapons.
No
Sweeping Advances – chase broken unit
Combi-bolter
– Range 24”, S 4, AP 5, Type – Rapid Fire, Twin linked
Rapid fire – 2
shots in under half distance, 1 shot up to full distance, if used rapid fire,
can’t charge next.
Twin
linked - re-roll to hit.
Power
sword – S user, AP 3
Power
axe – S+1, AP2, Unweildy
Champion
of chaos (champ) - must issue challenges, if kill other character roll on boon
table.
Reaper
autocannon – range 36”, S 7, AP 4, Type - Heavy 2, Twin linked
Heavy
2- 2 shots
Twin
linked - re-roll to hit.
Combi
flamer –
Boltgun
– 24”, S4, AP5, Rapid Fire
Flamer
– template, S4, AP5, assault 1, one use only
Chain
Fist – S x2, AP 2
Armourbane
Specialist
Weapon
Unweildy
– ASL, int 1
Power
fist – S x2, AP 2
Specialist
Weapon
Unweildy
– ASL, int 1
Combi-plasma
(champ) –
Boltgun
– 24”, S4, AP 5, Rapid Fire
Plasma
– 24”, S7, AP 2, Rapid Fire, Gets Hot
Talons
WS
BS S T
W I A Ld
Sv
Warp Talon (4) 4
4 4 4 1 4 1 8
3+
Champion 4 4
4 4 1
4 2 9
3+
Power armour – 3+ armor save
Two
lightning claws –
S-
User, AP 3, Melee
Shred
– reroll to wound rolls
Specialist
Weapon - +1 attack
Jump
pack
Move
12”, reroll charge distance, fall back 3d6
Bulky – counts as 2 in transport
Deep strike
reserve. Second turn start, roll d6, 3+ comes out, keep going, auto come
out on 4th. Roll for scatter (2d6+artillery), then place in circle.
If weird happens, d6 mishap table (162). Can move during next shooting, can not
charge.
Champion of Chaos
(champion) – must issue challenges, if kill other character roll on boon table.
Daemon
–
5+ invulnerable save,
fear – in
fight phase, base contact must take leadership test. If the test is failed, all
models in the unit have WS 1 for the rest of fight. Fear is not immune to fear.
Warpflame Strike
– once deep strike happens, all enemies in 6 inches are blinded. Says nothing
about saves. Blind – (possible initative test to counter, going to have to
research). Everyone is reduced to WS and BS 1 until their next turn.
Thousand
Sons –
9 +
aspiring sorcerer
- start 150pts
- + 5 more sons
23/model = 115
- rhino = 15
TOTAL = 282
Terminators-
Unit
of six 5
- start 95 (3
units)
- +2 more,
31/model = 62
- reaper
autocannon = 25
- combi-flamer =
5
- chain fist =
12
- power fist = 7
- combi-plasma
(champ) = 7
TOTAL
= 213
Warp
Talons –
-
Unit of 5
TOTAL
= 160 points
Terminator
Sorcerer
- 60 start
- term armor =
25
- tzeentch = 15
TOTAL
= 100
GRAND
TOTAL = 755
Dec 4, 2015
Pink Goth - My American Life
http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/118/what-you-lookin-at
The very first segment for this show is one of them that has stuck with me for a long time. It is one about a person who is not Goth, trying to double over into the goth world. There is a specific moment within the entire thing where they ask her to pick her goth persona, and instead of going with Rayne, or some other equally dark name spelt in an old English style, she goes with the scariest thing that she can think of - Becky (or something like that).
I remember hearing that most likely on the very first broadcast and it stuck with me. Over all of these years I could remember hearing something about pink goths and making that connection that sometimes the scariest thing that you can think of isn't the dark and the depressing, but instead the happy and fluffy. At the time I didn't quite understand it (because if this was the original airing date of 1998, that would have made me twelve years old, and in sixth grade) but it stuck with me.
As the years have gone on and I've been looking at the world around me, I'm starting to see this in my life. I'm starting to see that the scariest thing that I can see in the world around me isn't the people wearing black on black with crazy eye makeup or whatever else you consider "goth", but instead those overly happy perky people that always smile, like looking at you in the eye way too much, and are perky.
Perky is a horrible word. Something is wrong with a perky person. No one can be that happy all of the time. No one. There's always something in the world that is going on, and there is always something that isn't going well in your life, so to be perky all that time, just means that you're not paying attention to the world around you. Being perky means lying to yourself. Trying to create a world that doesn't exist. Being perky means that you're pushing out the world around you, and trying to create something that doesn't exist.
The people that live in a fantasy world aren't those that are dressed in all black, or even those that are trying to 'express themselves' the people that are living in a fake fantasy world are the ones who are perky.
Being perky isn't just a girl thing. Perky for various reasons is typically put in with being a woman, but guys can be perky too. Guys can be just as weird about being happy and overly positive about everything, and that's scary. Instead of looking at the world around them with a healthy amount of reality, they're running around thinking that everything is sunshine and rainbows and that everyone farts unicorns and poops rainbows.
This has stuck with me enough in the back of my mind that when thinking about goth, I always sort of smile at them because I know that they're afraid of the same thing that I think is bonkers. The people that they think are the weirdest most fake people in the world, are the same ones that I can't get along with. I just choose not to dye my hair black and grow out my nails.
With dressing up and showing yourself as the way that it needs to be (trying to get back on topic for this episode) my way that I think about this and people looking and trying to be looked at has been at raves. I love me a good rave. I love the music. I love how that I can plop straight down in the middle of the pit and just start bouncing and feel like the people around me don't care.
That's the funniest part about the rave culture. People dress weird.
You think goths are weird? No, try a raver. Ravers dress as weird and as bonkers as possible, and they do it intentionally. They put on the most outrageous of outfits that if you wore to any other location would be grounds of getting you kicked out of the establishment because of what you chose to wore, but at a rave, it's just another day of work and no one notices. They choose to wear clothing that is so outrageous and over the top anywhere else, but in the world of a rave, no one notices. It's just another person wearing a panda bear onesie.
Wearing a morph suit at a rave? Not a weird thing at all, in fact, it's almost expected and no one would really look that weird at you.
Wearing a tutu with combat boots? At a rave? meh.
As much as people dress to be looked at the entire deal is sort of funny because no matter how weird you dress, no matter what crazy thing you decide is what you want to represent you is completely looked over and no one cares. You care about how you look, but when you finally get to the event, no one could care less about your crazy Care Bear backpack.
The very first segment for this show is one of them that has stuck with me for a long time. It is one about a person who is not Goth, trying to double over into the goth world. There is a specific moment within the entire thing where they ask her to pick her goth persona, and instead of going with Rayne, or some other equally dark name spelt in an old English style, she goes with the scariest thing that she can think of - Becky (or something like that).
I remember hearing that most likely on the very first broadcast and it stuck with me. Over all of these years I could remember hearing something about pink goths and making that connection that sometimes the scariest thing that you can think of isn't the dark and the depressing, but instead the happy and fluffy. At the time I didn't quite understand it (because if this was the original airing date of 1998, that would have made me twelve years old, and in sixth grade) but it stuck with me.
As the years have gone on and I've been looking at the world around me, I'm starting to see this in my life. I'm starting to see that the scariest thing that I can see in the world around me isn't the people wearing black on black with crazy eye makeup or whatever else you consider "goth", but instead those overly happy perky people that always smile, like looking at you in the eye way too much, and are perky.
Perky is a horrible word. Something is wrong with a perky person. No one can be that happy all of the time. No one. There's always something in the world that is going on, and there is always something that isn't going well in your life, so to be perky all that time, just means that you're not paying attention to the world around you. Being perky means lying to yourself. Trying to create a world that doesn't exist. Being perky means that you're pushing out the world around you, and trying to create something that doesn't exist.
The people that live in a fantasy world aren't those that are dressed in all black, or even those that are trying to 'express themselves' the people that are living in a fake fantasy world are the ones who are perky.
Being perky isn't just a girl thing. Perky for various reasons is typically put in with being a woman, but guys can be perky too. Guys can be just as weird about being happy and overly positive about everything, and that's scary. Instead of looking at the world around them with a healthy amount of reality, they're running around thinking that everything is sunshine and rainbows and that everyone farts unicorns and poops rainbows.
This has stuck with me enough in the back of my mind that when thinking about goth, I always sort of smile at them because I know that they're afraid of the same thing that I think is bonkers. The people that they think are the weirdest most fake people in the world, are the same ones that I can't get along with. I just choose not to dye my hair black and grow out my nails.
With dressing up and showing yourself as the way that it needs to be (trying to get back on topic for this episode) my way that I think about this and people looking and trying to be looked at has been at raves. I love me a good rave. I love the music. I love how that I can plop straight down in the middle of the pit and just start bouncing and feel like the people around me don't care.
That's the funniest part about the rave culture. People dress weird.
You think goths are weird? No, try a raver. Ravers dress as weird and as bonkers as possible, and they do it intentionally. They put on the most outrageous of outfits that if you wore to any other location would be grounds of getting you kicked out of the establishment because of what you chose to wore, but at a rave, it's just another day of work and no one notices. They choose to wear clothing that is so outrageous and over the top anywhere else, but in the world of a rave, no one notices. It's just another person wearing a panda bear onesie.
Wearing a morph suit at a rave? Not a weird thing at all, in fact, it's almost expected and no one would really look that weird at you.
Wearing a tutu with combat boots? At a rave? meh.
As much as people dress to be looked at the entire deal is sort of funny because no matter how weird you dress, no matter what crazy thing you decide is what you want to represent you is completely looked over and no one cares. You care about how you look, but when you finally get to the event, no one could care less about your crazy Care Bear backpack.
Food Time - My American Life
http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/117/you-gonna-eat-that
Dinner was every evening at six. It didn't matter who was home, what was going on, or if the world was ending. Dinner was always at six. If you were running late, at a friend's house because you forgot what time it was, had sports, music, or whatever else was going on, dinner went on without you and food was always on the table by six. It didn't matter what was happening, and even today, I know that I could show up at my house without warning around six, and there'd be food on the table. Maybe not enough for me to eat, bu there'd at least be food on the table because the tradition stands and will never change.
That timing was true no matter what was going on, and it was the law of our house that dinner was at six, except for one night.
This one night has stuck with me, and it has stuck with me hard.
As I've talked about before, my parents are a mystery of how in the world they were ever able to get together. I have no idea who or what made them a couple, bu i certainly does not match anythingin the normal world because the two of them just do not get along. One night, after my dad came home from work, there was a fight.
There were a lot of these as I think back to it. I thought it was normal, you know the whole idea that healthy families are ones that are able to fight and argue with each other? Yeah, I thought that it was just a normal thing. Now that I'm thinking outside of it and can look back at what was going on, that this was a bit more than normal for a healthy family, bu whatever, that's a topic for a different time.
Sometimes i would be between my sisters, sometimes a sister and my dad would go at it, and some times I was in the mix. This particular night, it was my mom and dad. I don't remember the topic, I don' remember the drama, I don't remember what the fight was about, the thing that I remembered that it was a crazy enough fight that there was no dinner at six.
For this one night, the rules broke. It was the first time that something in that schedule had managed to break the six o'clock dinner time, and the reason I remember that it was such a crazy moment was that Katie, had to make me mac and cheese.
Rewind to when this was happening - I hated mac and cheese. Even to this day I'm not a huge fan of it. But I knew that there was no way that I was going to be fighting this one. As much as I didn't like mac and cheese, and as weird as consistency that it makes when you eat it (it's just too rubbery for me) that night, for most likely the only time in my life, I ate mac and cheese without saying anything about it because I was hungry. It was made by a teenager looking out for her little brother, but still it was the weirdest thing that I remember about all of the dinner times that I have had in my life, because for that one dinner time, there was no dinner.
Dinner was every evening at six. It didn't matter who was home, what was going on, or if the world was ending. Dinner was always at six. If you were running late, at a friend's house because you forgot what time it was, had sports, music, or whatever else was going on, dinner went on without you and food was always on the table by six. It didn't matter what was happening, and even today, I know that I could show up at my house without warning around six, and there'd be food on the table. Maybe not enough for me to eat, bu there'd at least be food on the table because the tradition stands and will never change.
That timing was true no matter what was going on, and it was the law of our house that dinner was at six, except for one night.
This one night has stuck with me, and it has stuck with me hard.
As I've talked about before, my parents are a mystery of how in the world they were ever able to get together. I have no idea who or what made them a couple, bu i certainly does not match anythingin the normal world because the two of them just do not get along. One night, after my dad came home from work, there was a fight.
There were a lot of these as I think back to it. I thought it was normal, you know the whole idea that healthy families are ones that are able to fight and argue with each other? Yeah, I thought that it was just a normal thing. Now that I'm thinking outside of it and can look back at what was going on, that this was a bit more than normal for a healthy family, bu whatever, that's a topic for a different time.
Sometimes i would be between my sisters, sometimes a sister and my dad would go at it, and some times I was in the mix. This particular night, it was my mom and dad. I don't remember the topic, I don' remember the drama, I don't remember what the fight was about, the thing that I remembered that it was a crazy enough fight that there was no dinner at six.
For this one night, the rules broke. It was the first time that something in that schedule had managed to break the six o'clock dinner time, and the reason I remember that it was such a crazy moment was that Katie, had to make me mac and cheese.
Rewind to when this was happening - I hated mac and cheese. Even to this day I'm not a huge fan of it. But I knew that there was no way that I was going to be fighting this one. As much as I didn't like mac and cheese, and as weird as consistency that it makes when you eat it (it's just too rubbery for me) that night, for most likely the only time in my life, I ate mac and cheese without saying anything about it because I was hungry. It was made by a teenager looking out for her little brother, but still it was the weirdest thing that I remember about all of the dinner times that I have had in my life, because for that one dinner time, there was no dinner.
Dec 1, 2015
Not This Again - My American Life
http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/116/poultry-slam-1998
This STUPID poultry slam. Every year for Thanksgiving TAL does a poultry slam. It's supposed to be fun and up beat, but there's only so much I can say about Thanksgiving. Seriously guys, make a different episode so that I have something to write about with it.
But we'll move to this Thanksgiving because that just happened, and I still have turkey in my fridge.
The weekend before Thanksgiving I was sick. I don't know what it was, but the easiest way to describe it was a head cold. Everything was stuffy, life sucked, and on Monday I could have sworn that I was going to loose my voice. Luckily by Thursday I was back up on my feet and Alicia was the one who was sick in bed.
As interesting as I'd like to imagine that this was, it wasn't.
I made Thanksgiving.
All of it.
Again.
And I have no problem with it, and sort of expect that next year I'm going to do the exact same thing, no matter if Alicia is sick in bed or not. We're such a backwards/crazy couple, we don't do anything close to normal. Normally, if Thanksgiving rolled around and the wife was sick in bed, for Thanksgiving everyone would be having PB&J or maybe some take out. Meanwhile there's us who would only freak out if I was the one sick in bed and unable to get up the stairs to make a killer pie (because believe me, it was killer. I ate the entire thing. I'd like to imagine that it was because Alicia was sick that she had no appetite (which also sucks during Thanksgiving) but really, I just love chocolate mousse pie).
The best part about this year was again Alicia finding out that Thanksgiving is not a seasonal food any more. This year she came to the realization that we could make a turkey whenever we wanted (only after I verified that stores do sell turkies year around) and then also figured out that those cheese balls covered in almonds are also sold year around.
They're not the easiest to find, but knowing where to look in a store, I can get either of those items whenever I would like to eat them.
The biggest shock to the system about all of this wasn't that we could just have turkey whenver we want, but that that would mean that I would only have to cook one time and then we'd have left overs for almost a week. Alicia was sold on this fact. I would only need to cook on Saturday, and then the food would last throughout the weekend, and then into the week so that we could just have leftovers with turkey in them.
This isn't because Alicia loves left overs. In fact she hates them. There's almost no meal out there that I can convince her to eat after it has been in the fridge long enough to get cold. Typically, I'm the only one that loves left over food. Alicia doesn't even love this idea because of how convenient it would be. One day of sitting around and making the house smell like turkey, and then no cooking at all for the next few days would be really nice (and it has been really nice). No, Alicia isn't interested in either of those things, she's just interested in turkey. She loves turkey that much that instead of thinking about anything else, she's just trying to figure out a way to increase her annual turkey count from one to two. Having a second turkey in the middle of April wouldn't be for any other reason than Alicia just loves a roasted turkey.
This STUPID poultry slam. Every year for Thanksgiving TAL does a poultry slam. It's supposed to be fun and up beat, but there's only so much I can say about Thanksgiving. Seriously guys, make a different episode so that I have something to write about with it.
But we'll move to this Thanksgiving because that just happened, and I still have turkey in my fridge.
As interesting as I'd like to imagine that this was, it wasn't.
I made Thanksgiving.
All of it.
Again.
And I have no problem with it, and sort of expect that next year I'm going to do the exact same thing, no matter if Alicia is sick in bed or not. We're such a backwards/crazy couple, we don't do anything close to normal. Normally, if Thanksgiving rolled around and the wife was sick in bed, for Thanksgiving everyone would be having PB&J or maybe some take out. Meanwhile there's us who would only freak out if I was the one sick in bed and unable to get up the stairs to make a killer pie (because believe me, it was killer. I ate the entire thing. I'd like to imagine that it was because Alicia was sick that she had no appetite (which also sucks during Thanksgiving) but really, I just love chocolate mousse pie).
They're not the easiest to find, but knowing where to look in a store, I can get either of those items whenever I would like to eat them.
The biggest shock to the system about all of this wasn't that we could just have turkey whenver we want, but that that would mean that I would only have to cook one time and then we'd have left overs for almost a week. Alicia was sold on this fact. I would only need to cook on Saturday, and then the food would last throughout the weekend, and then into the week so that we could just have leftovers with turkey in them.
This isn't because Alicia loves left overs. In fact she hates them. There's almost no meal out there that I can convince her to eat after it has been in the fridge long enough to get cold. Typically, I'm the only one that loves left over food. Alicia doesn't even love this idea because of how convenient it would be. One day of sitting around and making the house smell like turkey, and then no cooking at all for the next few days would be really nice (and it has been really nice). No, Alicia isn't interested in either of those things, she's just interested in turkey. She loves turkey that much that instead of thinking about anything else, she's just trying to figure out a way to increase her annual turkey count from one to two. Having a second turkey in the middle of April wouldn't be for any other reason than Alicia just loves a roasted turkey.
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