Me, Myself, and the Voices in My Head

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Sleepover time again!

Just a quick post ’cause I’m trying to get things ready for tonight/tomorrow.  Youngest Son is having a friend over for the evening and to spend the day with tomorrow.  He attended his friend’s birthday party last weekend and bought him a present that has had the friend fascinated all week.

Husband, Youngest Son, and I enjoy playing the miniatures game Warhammer 4000 (also known as Warhammer 40K).  It’s a fun strategy/tactics game played with miniature figures and vehicles on a tabletop that you “decorate” with obstacles and terrain to make it look like you’re “invading” another world.  Husband plays the Space Marines — humans, and has his battle suits painted with the 35th Infantry Division patch on them.  Youngest Son plays the Eldar — an alien race that is very powerful and has a special character called an Avatar that can basically walk-through the playing area “killing” anything in its path.  I play the Tau — an alien race somewhat based on the Samurai/Bushido code where they believe everything is “for the greater good” and use highly specialized weapons that don’t require the soldiers to be close enough for hand-to-hand combat (VERY long-range weapons).  Youngest Son’s friend was looking at different types of characters and picked the Tau as well.  The gift Youngest Son gave him was the Codex for the Tau — a book published by Games Workshop (the publishers of the game system and who make ginormous sums of money on the expensive figures, paints, books, and accessories to play the game) which explains who the Tau are, what they do, how they fight, what they believe in, and then specifics on each type of character and the weapons, vehicles, and other accessories they can use during the game.

In the game, teams or individual armies face-off on large tabletops and roll dice to determine if they can move and/or attack and must remain in-range of other persons/items/equipment, if required, and everything is based on whatever you roll on the dice required for the type of movement or attack you’re attempting and a chart in the book that tells you if you’re successful or not.  Simple, huh?

Yeah, I’m still trying to learn it all and this game has been out since the 1990s and Husband used to play it a LOT back then.  I never got involved with it and probably wouldn’t be now except that Husband lucked-out on an entire Tau army with additional personnel, vehicles, and lots of extras that had the whole set been sold at a gaming store or online would have cost over $400, easily.  He found it at a thrift shop for $18.  For that low of a price, how could I resist?  Plus, if I ever get tired of it, I can sell-off the items for the going rate and definitely more than double my money!  That is, if Youngest Son doesn’t try to get them — he keeps asking me if I want to trade armies with him.  He just doesn’t like it because my basic strategic move is to set-up my armies at the far corner of the table and shoot at everyone from there because I have weapons that have a range of 36-inches and most tables aren’t that big.  That means, almost no matter what I roll, I’ll hit them.

So Youngest Son and his friend are going to attempt to play the game tonight since his friend is really, really desperate to see how it all works.  I told him I’d loan him a few figures to play with so he can get the idea.  Then tomorrow when we go out-of-town to get the huge bags of dog food I need for Celeste and Harley and to take Husband for an early birthday lunch, we’re going to swing by the gaming store so that his friend can spend some of his birthday money if he wants to on an army (or parts of one).  Then the two boys will be able to play each other at their houses once school is over and might be able to enter some of the tournaments at the gaming store during summer vacation.

I’ve tied the voices in my head to the back of my skull for the day.  I’m not in a manic mode today and I’m holding well on keeping myself out of falling into the depressive side.  I’m sure they’ll get free and the story will continue again sooner-or-later, but for now I have to decide which figures I’ll let the kiddo borrow for the evening.  Fortunately, my metal figures (which they no longer make) are really too powerful (and expensive) for a beginner and he can use my plastic figures (which are easy to repair if one should accidentally fall off the table and break).

And, yes, May the 4th be with you!


I have a stupidphone and I’m not afraid to use it!

I was sitting here staring at the screen just begging my brain to come up with something worth blogging about.  Husband suggested politics.  I quickly shot that down because everyone’s blogging about it.  Youngest Son said I should write about not being able to think of a subject.  I’ve already done that one this month.  And then, it happened.

The “incoming message” tone on my cellphone rang.  I looked at the screen and saw that it was from Biological Mother.  I opened the message and there was a teeny-tiny photo of some sort that even if I had 20/20 vision I’d still not be able to see it.  I sent a message back to her stating that I couldn’t see the photo and reminding her that my cellphone isn’t like hers.  She replied that it was a photo from and that she thought my phone could show any photo she sent.  I had to text her back to explain (for the I-don’t-know-how-many-th time) that my phone doesn’t work like hers and I can see photos she takes and sends but not something forwarded from the Internet.  I sat my cellphone down and started to get comfy on the couch before it rang and vibrated again — only to show her incoming message of “OK.”

Gah!!!  I hate that!!!  I really used to hate that when I had to pay for every message I sent or received and she would send “OK” or “K” after anything I texted to her.  I would tell her that her little ending notes were costing me money, but she’d only remember that for a few minutes and I’d get tons more messages.  When we had a horrendous ice storm in January 2009, we lost power and in order to save our batteries I sent a text to family members that we were fine and would only call or text if something important happened.  I lost track of the number of texts Biological Mother sent asking questions about things that didn’t mean diddly-squat when we were trying to keep ourselves from freezing.

And she’s not the only one in my family who does that.  Half-Sister does it too.  She and our mutual mother have a thing about wanting to send stuff by text.  As a matter of fact, while I’ve been trying to type this far into this post, Half-Sister has already attempted to forward the same thing to me.

Both of them have smartphones.  You know what those are, right?  The cellphones that can do all of the neat photos and videos.  They run applications that are useful, entertaining, and occasionally both.  People have been known to line-up outside of stores for days or weeks waiting for the latest and greatest to be released.  Some even now will talk back to you if you ask it a question.  I guess that’s good for those who are too enamored by their techno-gadgets to have relationships with real people.  And Biological Mother and Half-Sister have both, at one time or another, offered to “give” me one of theirs that was being replaced by a newer model.

I have a stupidphone.  You’ve probably never heard of one of those.  Actually, if you’ve ever had a cellphone prior to the days of touchscreens and voice recognition, you’ve had a stupidphone too.  These are the ones that allow their owners to place calls, take a photo, or even send a text message.  But not all at the same time and certainly not with any great fanfare about it.  I do not have an unlimited data plan or worry about how many bits/bytes of memory I’ve sent over the airwaves each month because I can’t do those things.  I have unlimited texting, but that’s because it’s a family plan and when you have Youngest Son receiving messages from his friends who also cannot remember that you have to pay for every message, it gets expensive.

Another reason I have a stupidphone is because I can think of many, MANY other things I’d rather spend my hard-earned cash on instead of a piece of plastic that will scratch or break easily and the “privilege” of using it by paying outrageous phone charges along with the basic plan and taxes.  I don’t Titterbook or Fweet on my phone and as a serious sufferer of ADD, I don’t need something like that distracting me.

I’m not a technophobe.  I try to stay as up-to-date as I can.  But I’m not going to bankrupt myself and my family to fling birds across a screen.

Now that I’ve spent over an hour trying to type this while still having to send texts back to the two of them explaining why my phone doesn’t do what theirs does, I’m going to end my post, put my phone back on the charger, and maybe watch a movie or two.  It’s Friday night — gotta have some fun sometime!

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