Still nothing. We’re stuck with home repair and fitness. I gotta go kill some shit.
But I am going to the track! Vacation tonight. Must be ready.
For some reason, these pants I got for the track don’t make me feel any more modest than the shorts. They’re…weird. And with the Bruins hoodie I look like a weird, middle aged ninja gnome.
Why do people do this?
Weird, middle-aged ninja gnome would be a totally kickass D&D character. Rock it!
I loaded Shadow of the Tomb Raider! It’s very pretty. Lush colors, moody shadows. They do seem to have backed off on the super high-tech, individually animated strands of hair (or maybe it only shows on the Pro).
Some nice intro climbing and scavenging. I’ve missed the way she always kind of smacks baskets when she’s looting them. “Whack! Gimme your contents!” Always entertaining.
I’ve only murdered two dudes so far, though.
What really made it was the Pandora station I rocked was “Rainbow Kitten Surprise.”
Says more about you than it does about me. Me am what me am. You CHOOSE to blog with me.
It better. No hair, no deal! Why’d I buy this thing, anyway?
Oh, well, you’re barely into it.
Don’t get too far.
I might not boot it today. The Mrs. and I are off in less than 10 hours (who’s counting?) and I have things to do to get ready, like make sure Junior does his homework, not kill Junior when he gives me shit about doing his homework, that sort of thing.
Ooo! And I have a free energy audit today! FREE STUFF!
I need a vacation.
Those are both critically important. Maybe they’ll give you 50 free LED light bulbs! We got all ours replaced when we had an energy audit. The previous owners still had all incandescents, so we probably saved $200 on that alone.
Oh they’re doing that. And sealing up some drafty windows, and putting a water saver thingy in the kid’s shower, which will save me, like 45375 gallons of water a day, and, if we need new insulation, they’ll cover 75% of the price. 75%!!!!
Not too shabby.
Nice! Yeah, we got packed insulation in the floor for the entire attic (so, the ceiling for the second floor, specifically over our bedroom which was the coldest room in the house) and it cost us 300 bucks or something ridiculous. Totally worth it. They were easy to work with, too, although there was kind of a long lag between when we signed up for the work and when someone was actually available to do it–but that’s any contractor doing anything, pretty much.
I mean, the light bulbs alone would have cost us at least $50.
Bring on the energy efficiency audit!
I’ll settle for sealing up the drafty assed window which is right by the TV, and, thus, the PS4. Let me game in comfort, MassSave man!
See? We’re still a gaming blog.
Rainbow Kitten Surprise. Check ’em out.
I’m very tired.
But you’re going to be oh-so-relaxed in 6 hours by a blissful weekend with NO CHILDREN.
Focus on the good stuff.
No children, and draftless comfort in your game space after you return.
Now it’s more like 5 hours. But who’s counting?
I wonder what will be better. Two evenings with my wife, two nice dinners at lovely restaurants (already have reservations), nice evenings out, us time….
Or mornings without kids.
Sometimes, most times, it’s the mornings.
“Lovely dinner last night, dear, enjoyed your company, but hey, we slept in, there’s no waffles to make, no one’s fighting….WIN!”
It’s amazing how stuff that’s easy gets so annoying just cuz you do it every day. Junior eats the same breakfast every day: Two waffles with peanut butter. This is hardly eggs Benedict. This is easy. Pop ’em in the toaster, spread on peanut butter. And yet, some days I’m just like “I don’t want to make these fucking waffles.” Just on principle. Makes no sense, but, as a parent, I bet you know exactly what I mean.
(See also: Packing snacks for school.)
MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN WAFFLES!!!!! you sometimes want to yell.
I mean, no, I have no idea what you mean. I cherish every precious moment in which I can assist my precious angel children in any way.
Someday they’ll be able to make their own damn breakfast. That’s the dream.
Damn, man. That’s some serious straight faced parenting bullshit.
There are some bright assed light bulbs right here. Good thing I switched out the dimmer so it can handle it just last week.
I want to play. Though really, I want to go to Vermont. Without the kids.
Three hours. Three hours until soul restoring vacation.
But who’s counting?
And I need cuz holy shit I have no soul left. I have laundry to do and a yard to mow and an insane middle child and a dramatic older child who needs help with math homework I don’t understand (he’s doing stats. STATS! The FUCK is an IQR???) and I need a vacation.
No, no I did not have time to play. Or energy. One of those nights where the only effort you have is to mix cider with rum. Which I heartily recommend.
I don’t look forward to helping with math homework. I figure I’ll basically just have to plan to relearn math myself. Khan Academy or whatever gets good reviews! I’ll brush up the night before he needs help! It’s gonna be great.
Dude, fucking college level stats. And he isn’t even in the most advanced math!
I mean, the fuck. What, winning a Nobel is a graduation requirement?
Cider and black spiced rum. Dude. Get on that shit.
I wish vacation planning didn’t involve so much laundry.
I never even TOOK college level stats, I’m not going to be able to help with that.
I can give him a little help with SAS if he wants to analyze his own data, but don’t ask me to explain what the various functions mean.
Everything in life involves laundry.
I didn’t take stats either! The fuck is an IQR? Mrs. McP knew. But jeez. We’re fucked.
Laundry. Laundry is simple. You know where you stand with laundry.
I’ll just send O’Jr. over to talk to Mrs. McP. That’s my plan.
I’ll tell him I’m busy with the laundry, which will be true.
My skills, I should stick with ABC Mouse.
We’re totally screwed.
WE’RE not screwed, our KIDS are screwed. We’ll be fine, as long as the mortgage bill comes in whole dollars.
And as we know, they’ll eventually get their chance to repay us as we deserve, by impaling us on stakes after the fungus apocalypse. It’s all going to work out great.
I suppose if I’m gonna get impaled someday, why waste what time I have doing math?
We’re so screwed.
Death is coming for us! Don’t waste a moment of the indefinite but certainly limited time you have on math!
I mean, unless you like doing math. I’m not trying to nerd-shame people who enjoy that sort of thing. Rock on you, math people.
But then, if you enjoy it it’s not wasted time.
Yes it is.
Probably more so.
Now now, that’s judgy. We don’t want math nerds judging OUR hobby.
Although they almost certainly do.
I blame us.
No argument here.
Enjoy your blissful vacation weekend! It’s going to be great.
You’re gonna love it.
(And for once, this is true!)