Actually I probably spend more time sleeping, or at least trying to sleep then I do blogging, though if you count just time spent online or in front of the computer… I’m sure somedays I spend more time on that than I do sleeping. That isn’t a happy fact.
So it is raining hard in Vancouver. Reminding people once more we live in a rain forest. Lots of people including myself don’t have jackets. I’m at Bean Around the World enjoying my frequent flyer mocha. I got zero sleep last night, but I got up a couple times, watched some more Dark Angel, played some more guitar. Eventually I got out of bed at 7:30, had some breakfast, checked my email. Funnily enough not many people wrote me between midnight and 7:30 AM. Certainly no hiring managers, none wrote me today at all, though someone added me to their LinkedIn network. They seem to think we’ve met and conversed and since they have lots of experience and connections, I decided it was an acceptable risk. I’m not sure where or how we actually met. I’ve met too many Chinese people.
This weekend the so called ‘Ard Boyz Warhammer 40,000 stuff took place, or at least a single round of it. Lots of people who think they are better than me and you, set out to prove it by piling unpainted models on a too small of a table and hoping to get first turn. After reading and seeing pictures I’ve decided, ‘Ard Boyz is no longer going to be something I look twice at, or even once. Yes the truth hurts, ‘Ard Boyz is not how 40K should be played, too many points, too small of table, too many encouragements to be a prick. Give me Astronomi-con every single time, and twice on Sunday.
Apparently people who don’t even like the sport, are wondering whether the UFC should come back to Vancouver? Dana White can be a prick, he’ll admit to that. And if you think as a non-fan he cares what you think? It’s all about the Benjamins or the John A. MacDonalds. Sherdog has numerous posts on how the card turned out well, a lot better than the naysayers predicted. Of course there was blood and people going to the hospital. It is professional cage fighting. It isn’t for the shrieking violets of the world. It is only a few steps up from Roman Gladiators. Ritualized combat has been with the human race for a long, long, time. It isn’t going away, especially not as long as alcohol and gambling are around.
More ramblings later, maybe…