As cool as a custom steel totem or the regular wooden ones sound in theory, I think I much prefer our squishy plastic one.
A custom metal token would still be cool, but next time, I'm making it out of aluminum instead of steel. As for wood, might turn a fancy one out of Camphor Laural, and then burn a bit of a pattern into it. I'm tempted to start selling them, but to handle that volume, I'd need to buy a lathe rather than just borrowing time on one, and I'm not sure I can justify that expenditure. I mean, even a decent small benchtop lathe is in the order of 500 bucks. I could get one for less, but if I learned one thing, it's that when you're buying machinery, you don't buy shitty machinery.
Seriously, also, if you like jungle speed, learn This game here. Can be played anywhere, with just a deck of cards and whatever implements you can find - I've played with spoons, pens, shots, empty smoke packets, keychains, knives, damn near anything you can think of.
Here are the rules to Egyptian Ratscrew. I played it lots in high school but have not since. From the sound of Jungle Speed though I think it is definitely a bit more intense. Ugh, I need to move to a city to play games with people.
Anime Expo ruled, cosplayed as Todd from Pokemon Snap, hung out with all my friends, watched fireworks in the harbor, discovered the superiority of messenger bags over backpacks.
Anime Expo ruled, cosplayed as Todd from Pokemon Snap, hung out with all my friends, watched fireworks in the harbor, discovered the superiority of messenger bags over backpacks.
I dunno, I fitted a solid metric shit-ton of stuff into my backpack. Totally ruled.
For me, messenger bags win for comfort and accessibility. Carrying a lot of stuff in a backpack makes me hunch over, same load with a messenger bag does not. Also, you don't have to take a messenger bag off in order to put stuff in or take stuff out of it. It's also handy because I can have a water bottle in the side pocket and be able to grab it whenever I want.
Here are the rules to Egyptian Ratscrew. I played it lots in high school but have not since. From the sound of Jungle Speed though I think it is definitely a bit more intense. Ugh, I need to move to a city to play games with people.
Egyptian Ratscrew is a really fun card game, and Jungle Speed takes the skill portion of Ratscrew and turns it up to about 15. In terms of good card games, I should probably learn Bridge sometime.
So I played my first four games of Settlers of Catan today. In a tournament. I made it through all four rounds and placed fourth out of 16. Everyone else that had played before.
I played some recently (a couple with friends and some on the free online service), and there is definitely too much luck involved in the game when the players have a reasonable level of skill. The card stack options don't help much either.
I broke a little button on my headset which can still be accessed using a pencil, but I figure I may as well contact logitech (where I bought it from) to see what they'll do. I'm now getting a second headset, free of charge, without having to prove damages, and without having to return my old one. Logitech ~
Today, I was feeling like absolute shit. Depressed, Useless, and Completely unable to do my paper for Summer Classes. And I was just not motivated to do anything because my bizarre sleeping patterns have left me in pain and deprived. And I knew I wouldn't have the motive to do the paper, because I had to go drive all the way to Harrisonburg to get groceries at my farmer's market and pay rent to the apartment complex.
It is the very last month I have to pay rent. It's happy, but at the same time, it's the least of my family's worries just from the overwhelming stress with my family, my uncle being such a miserable pothead and our grandfather possibly going to a nursing home. I wanted to fight the Apartment Complex on the issue, but my parents were paying and didn't want to. But, I had one of those moments simply as I was driving off the road the complex was on.
I see one of my old roommates driving in a completely different car, with a suit and tie and completely well dressed. (And this was not the roommate who huffed the propane in the first place) For the longest time, I knew him as being apathetic. I was even doubting if it was him. But no, the hair, the glasses, and he pulled into the street with the building I used to live at.
I started to think...was me moving out and calling the cops the motivation he needed to finally go back to school and graduate? Because he never did anything as I lived there, just lived minimalistically, spent all of the time on his computer, only leaving to buy alcohol and cigarettes. I bonded with him, but lost connection with him once he bonded with the bad roommate. Smoking nonstop, talking about drugs, and openly having some within the apartment. The bad roommate left in a weird sense of coincidence, back home to Georgia because his father and brother knew he was still heavily addicted to substances.
I really have been reflecting if me living back with my family had been a good thing...and in some ways, it has. I got to hang out with my brother's new friends who are super fun and enthusiastic, who got me into D&D which is now such a loved ritual. I started to get more into cooking, which has really started to shape my hobby into a passion because of how often I cook for my brother and friends. My mother now is able to have some support with all of the drama with her business and family affairs, which I can much better support her with. (Due to my brother and dad's more irritable behavior) Even if my good roommate merely just came into the possession of a lot of money, it still feels like from seeing him just in that brief period of time, to change from the stoner/slacker to full-on, responsible person just gives me...peace.
My depression faded, I feel awake and euphoric, and completely ready to embrace what my life is prepared for.
I can't really compare to the previous post but I decided to unicycle around campus on my lunch break and got cheers from passerby. I love hearing people point me out to their friends.
For me, messenger bags win for comfort and accessibility. Carrying a lot of stuff in a backpack makes me hunch over, same load with a messenger bag does not. Also, you don't have to take a messenger bag off in order to put stuff in or take stuff out of it.
I like messenger bags for the accessibility, but if I've got a few big books in there, it starts to kill my shoulder. Do you not find that to be a problem? If I were going to a con where I'd be buying stuff, I'd definitely be taking a backpack.
For me, messenger bags win for comfort and accessibility. Carrying a lot of stuff in a backpack makes me hunch over, same load with a messenger bag does not. Also, you don't have to take a messenger bag off in order to put stuff in or take stuff out of it.
I like messenger bags for the accessibility, but if I've got a few big books in there, it starts to kill my shoulder. Do you not find that to be a problem? If I were going to a con where I'd be buying stuff, I'd definitely be taking a backpack.
And if you get posters, there's no better carrrying method (other than tube) than putting it vertically in the backpack and having it stick up like a bumpercar antenna.
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Seriously, also, if you like jungle speed, learn This game here. Can be played anywhere, with just a deck of cards and whatever implements you can find - I've played with spoons, pens, shots, empty smoke packets, keychains, knives, damn near anything you can think of.
It is the very last month I have to pay rent. It's happy, but at the same time, it's the least of my family's worries just from the overwhelming stress with my family, my uncle being such a miserable pothead and our grandfather possibly going to a nursing home. I wanted to fight the Apartment Complex on the issue, but my parents were paying and didn't want to. But, I had one of those moments simply as I was driving off the road the complex was on.
I see one of my old roommates driving in a completely different car, with a suit and tie and completely well dressed. (And this was not the roommate who huffed the propane in the first place) For the longest time, I knew him as being apathetic. I was even doubting if it was him. But no, the hair, the glasses, and he pulled into the street with the building I used to live at.
I started to think...was me moving out and calling the cops the motivation he needed to finally go back to school and graduate? Because he never did anything as I lived there, just lived minimalistically, spent all of the time on his computer, only leaving to buy alcohol and cigarettes. I bonded with him, but lost connection with him once he bonded with the bad roommate. Smoking nonstop, talking about drugs, and openly having some within the apartment. The bad roommate left in a weird sense of coincidence, back home to Georgia because his father and brother knew he was still heavily addicted to substances.
I really have been reflecting if me living back with my family had been a good thing...and in some ways, it has. I got to hang out with my brother's new friends who are super fun and enthusiastic, who got me into D&D which is now such a loved ritual. I started to get more into cooking, which has really started to shape my hobby into a passion because of how often I cook for my brother and friends. My mother now is able to have some support with all of the drama with her business and family affairs, which I can much better support her with. (Due to my brother and dad's more irritable behavior) Even if my good roommate merely just came into the possession of a lot of money, it still feels like from seeing him just in that brief period of time, to change from the stoner/slacker to full-on, responsible person just gives me...peace.
My depression faded, I feel awake and euphoric, and completely ready to embrace what my life is prepared for.