Leap Friday Feast

@ Nuke, I am sooo horrible at it, I assume that because I have been doing it for so long people know where to find it… every week find it here (Fridays Feast.)

Who was the last person you hugged?
I hug my wife at every opportunity, so she overrode my last hug :) but other than her it was Brittany.


Share a beauty or grooming trick or tip with us.

I actually have one… seriously and it does not make me feel like a woman either. I used to use the cheapest hair gel available, but I actually just got some Green Tea Leave on conditioner that acts like Gel and it has done wonders for my dry scalp. I know it does sound too metrosexual.


What does the color yellow make you think of?
Chicks Man! As in, Los pollitos dicen. Pio, Pio, Pio… Colombian nursery rhyme…

Main Course
If you were to make your living as a photographer, what subject would your pictures revolve around?
Either night dessert(ok Chimpo and Berry) desert photography, or ancient ruins.

What was the longest book you ever read?
I seriously think it was one of the Harry Potter ones.

Going Straight to Hell

I can totally try to blame Chimpotle for this one, but in reality I have been racking up my hell points way before I met him. He would be proud to know that he has become a bad influence in my life. He just posted about two hilarious sites, and even though laughing at them should be enough to get me the one way ticket there, my brain had to once again take me to the place where the little devil in my shoulder lives.

The site is called Garfield minus Garfield and it is as simple as what it sounds like but it packs all kind of hilarity in that simpleness. Garfield has been one of my favorite cartoons my whole life, and John Arbuckle has always been such a secondary character that even Odie scores higher in my book. When I thought about it some more I figured that if it was not for Odie, Arbucle would be the male version of a cat lady. Still not hell worthy that I called a cartoon character what most people consider the lowest level of the social inadequacy meter. So what is it that I thought about and did that has such negative connotation?

Before I get into that I want to illustrate my previous low moment and reason that Chimpo is not the sole reason that I am going to hell. I was sitting inside the office at a company I worked at busy with writing computer code and accompanied by a couple of my coworkers. It was a small company and we did not really have a receptionist, so when the sales people would go to lunch, people would walk in and eventually be face to face with programmers. Yes we are almost like mythical creatures in companies that rarely get to see, and maybe due to good reasons. For the most part it would be people that ignored that no soliciting sign that ended up changing places like five places because my boss said that people did not see it.

So what pushed me over the edge on the highway abyss that time? A guy with a voice box. Even though I know that people that end up having a tracheotomy and are subjected to speaking via a voice box for the most part (at least the ones I have met, which surprisingly is up to like 3 now) have been people that caused harm to their own body because of smoking, I still think that laughing at them is wrong. He walked in asking for directions because his car had broken down, it was hard for all of us to keep straight faces because he sounded just like Ned from South Park. I held my breath for as long as I could and I was refusing to make eye contact with anyone else in the room. The guilt of making fun of someone with a disability was the motivation for not laughing at the moment, however I saw out of the corner of my eye that one of my coworkers was doing the same and turning purple. That made everything even funnier so I could not hold it anymore and started laughing along with the rest of the people in the room. The guy did get directions after we got our composure back and he was not offended, but it was still wrong. Funny, but wrong.

Something along those lines happened when I saw the Garfield site. I happen to know a 40 year old virgin, and as hard to believe the veracity of this claim, I would not want or know how to check to see if it was true. I know other people that also know this person, and his cat lady like reclusion. I could not resist the urge to not only laugh at joke, feel guilty for it, then laughing some more, but I had to share it with someone. I then proceeded to share the joke with some of our mutual friends, and while it is wrong to make fun of my acquaintance for being a real life John Arbuckle without Garfield, its freaking hilarious… I know, I know, I am going to hell.

Bodies Revealed Redux

I have talked about many topics on my blog, but only one so far has quoted me on another blog post as wanting to stop something educational and advocating ignorance. I have to say it saddens me a little that someone would imply that my moral stance on displaying human beings as freaks puts me at odds with education. I still stand by my belief that this display brings nothing educational that cannot be found on a model not made from humans. I know and understand that for years human skulls and skeletons were used in classrooms, but we now have the technology to leave the dead alone.

A fellow blogger and doctor wrote his own take on the subject and said that what pushed him over the edge is the merchandising associated with the displays. What pushed me over the edge was that the displays were making money off of dead people that in some of the exhibits could have been unwilling participants on these spectacle.

The Catholic church here in KC took a stand on the subject, and while I agree with what they say I do not use my religion as the reason for not going or even telling others that they should not. It is my own belief system that respects those that have passed away and even their bodies as something that should be respected.

The Art of Storytelling

On a little side note, I want to say that if you read this blog and have defensive goggles take them off. I would never want to say something to put down anyone, including a whole country, unless I was trying to entice some thinking. I am glad that I am making some people mad about what I say, but then I realize that they are completely missing the point. When I post about humor not being present in every day life, most missed that I was able to find it with my close friends… is it better to get it from a stranger or from your buddies? not sure, my point was simply find it!

I have been curious about role playing for a while. Even though I had a previous experience, this past weekend was the first time that I actually played the Serenity game.

I ended up finding a local gamer, who is also a blogger, also a food lover and cook, also into martial arts, also into plenty of other things that I like. We met a couple of months ago during lunch and had a great conversation but busy schedules had prevented us from getting together more than during just social calls. We had met each other’s wifes and this weekend we both blocked out Saturday night to do dinner and hopefully start a game.

After a wonderful dinner at a local Indian restaurant we had not visited, review of that to come in yelp, we were invaded by puppies. Btw, if you are in the KC area and want a puppy come we can direct you the right way. In any case, after we had settled for the night Bea and I embarked on our first role playing experience. I have to admit that I was surprised that Bea wanted to do it, but super excited she got into it. I might go into details on another post, but I want to concentrate and maybe make sense of the title of the post.

Growing up in Colombia I was familiar with “Cuenteros” known here as storytellers. I have actually been told by many of my friends that when I tell an anecdote I go into too much detail, some like it, some don’t. The first storyteller in my life was my Grandfather who would sit and tell me about growing up, or the army or his job. He would always tell me little details that later became part of the story and I loved every single moment.

The closest thing that I have found to storytellers in the US have been comedians. They are the only people that I have seen that transport an audience with words, sometimes simply to their own lives but just from a different point of view.

Role playing games reminded me of storytelling. As the story developed and the people playing started to build a story I felt very excited. I had missed oral story telling a lot, and now I had found a place where I could not just hear it but be a part of building a fantasy world. The more I thought about it, there more I wanted other people to be there so the story could take other turns and other characters could come into play. While storytelling and role playing are a lot different, I find the similarities enticing and cannot wait to get another night of gaming going.

Car trouble

I had an appointment on Friday afternoon. It was going to take at least a couple of hours and then some drive time, so I told my boss that I was not going to come back that afternoon. I was hoping to make it back before five and work a couple of hours since we have a lot of stuff to do. I was on the phone with my Mom when I started to feel the steering well not responding like it was supposed to. I tried to get off the phone as soon as I could without letting my Mom know I was freaking out. I tried to steer the car and realized that the power steering had stopped working. Lucky for me the dealer was just on the way back.

I wrestle the car through the curves and it was just scary enough to make me go directly to the dealer, but not quite as scary as to stop and call a tow truck. When I get there the service guy took one look at the car and said it would take a couple of days. I asked for a loaner and he said he would get one form Enterprise. Enterprise has not failed me yet, but they failed the dealer. After finishing the paperwork, since the car was in I wanted them to check the range on my remote entry as well as the tire pressure monitor, he told me that in five minutes a car would pick me up.

I know from previous experience that it could take a while to get a car, and since the closes Enterprise was the one on Metcalf I had my doubts. After waiting for a while I started to get concerned. The car should have been there by now, and filling out paperwork at Enterprise would also take time, it was getting later and later. The service guy assured me they had been called so I waited patiently and read a magazine.

I started to see the dealer close ups and put away. It surprised me because most dealers I had been at before stay open until nine at night. This one seem to be getting ready to close at 6 P.M. I went to the cashier lady and asked if she could help me, but she directed me back to the service guy, who by now was nowhere to be found. I started to get nervous because I was without a car to get to work at a decent time, so everyone would be gone.

I was lucky enough to have another one of the mechanics still there. He kind of took control of the situation and got the Enterprise number, however, they were close and not even their corporate office would do anything but leave me in recorded message hell. The mechanic dude disappeared and I started to see I was the only person left. The the mechanic pulled up on a brand new Malibu and told me I could take it as a loaner. He truly saved the day.

I had very mixed emotions that day because even thought the service dude took the car in, he did not wait until I actually got picked up by the rental car place. However, the mechanic going the extra mile and getting me a car was very cool. He could have just as easily said that I needed to call a cab and deal with getting a loaner the next morning. Lets hope my car repairs are all done quickly and I can have panther back in action.