Fear my gaming might!

I took today off to work on things for the Grand Tournament this weekend. 10 hours of work later, I have some cool ass shit! Messengers are painted, Objectives are painted, banners are painted. The army looks great, I think pictures will be in order when I return from Baltimore.

I don't have the time to adress my more melodramatic posting as of late, but I will. I'm not quite proud of it, but it's honest. Feelings felt at the moment, I know you've felt the same. I dump a lot of good here with the bad, and I know what things to work on. I think I'll get a good night's sleep. there are a handful of things I need to paint tomorrow, and some backstory to type out and print. Then it's off to Manchester to visit my family and relax for a bit. Then ... two days of Warhammer at the Grand Tournament Baltimore.

Night all.....

Memoirs from the road

11:40 I pull out of the Fresh Pond parking lot, a bag of semi-toxic McDonald food in the passenger seat. My army is sitting in a box in the back seat, clothes and paint in the trunk, Marilyn Manson is starting to growl at me. The journey begins.

11:52 - Like an idiot, I drive by the exit to Rt.95, and have to drive for 15 minutes until I can make an illegal turn and get back in the right direction. "dead to the world" indeed.

1:00 - eyes are dragging, as Mentallo and the Fixer rambles on and on in my ears. I decided to dig out a number of CD's haven't listened to in a while. I'm coming through a tunnel, and traffic is backed up. I slide to a stop quickly, almost spilling my army all over the back seat. I grimace and start to pick them up, and see a car SMASH into the car in front on him... which hits the car in front of her... which is rolling toward ME! I slam into first and scoot forward, but the car stops before it hits me. I pull ahead slowly while battered vehicles pull to the side, steam rises, and drivers get out waving pieces of paper.
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1:41 - Sweet salvation! System der Dinge is just starting and I'm entering Rt 15 in Connecticut. I grab two cans of Red Bull, imbibe, and go. Rt. is wonderfully creepy, even in the day. Lots of twisted trees reaching over the road, lots of twists and turns, nowhere for the police to pull you over. I zip and twist around the corners and revel in the heightened awareness granted by my "wings."

3:02 - Gridlock in front of the George Washington Bridge. I tap my fingers on the steering wheel, and wait for forward motion.

3:35 - Where the hell is the Garden State Parkway? One barely literate gas station attendant later, and Im back on track. Stupid Mapquest.

3:54 - Oh, you mean I'm going the wrong way? Why thank you, attractive business woman, I'll get turned around, pick up rt. 80E, and get to the Turnpike. I give her a winning grin, and I give Mapquest a big middle finger. Big.

4:14 - Try to save myself but myself keeps slipping away... thanks, Trent. Passing through the stink of Newark, but my destination is clearly marked ahead.

5:30 - still workin through the Fragile, in Pennsylvania. Wait, WHAT did that sign say? Old 26? BASTARD! Miss the exit, duck around other cars, get back on track, curse Mapquest and it's mother, and promise unmentionable torment to it's children and pets.

6:00 - You know, it makes perfect sense to leave the turnpike, where I could make it to my house in about an hour fifteen, and get onto a small backroad and crawl and sit behind traffic. Screw you Mapquest! And your father! At least VNV Nation is coming on....

6:25 - A pleasant change. The window is rolled down and the warm air blowing in. The air is fresh, has the faintest taste of manure, but in a nostalgic way, not putrid. I'd say it reminded me of the pleasant days of my youth... but they weren't that pleasant. But this experience was, and that is all matters.

6:30 - Almost out of gas. No problem .... well, maybe the next exit.... nope.... nope.... okay rednecks, ever hear of a service station? How about signs? AUGGGH!

6:41 - Found a gas station, changed CD's in the trunk, still 2 VNV songs left.

6:42 - What do you MEAN there's no way to get back on 30? @#*$#@)()(%&!)($*!)(%*!#)(%&#%)(!&%!)(@*%!#$^!#$^

6:45 - Found it. "my beloved do you know...." plodding along rt 30, Lancaster coming up...

7:10 - Velvet Acid Christ. 85 mph. Old landmarks blur by me, I'm already taking much longer than I wanted it. But the air is good, the car is fast, I'm happier now than.... WOAH! EXIT! NO WARNING! You go to hell, mapquest. You go to hell and you die!!!

7:12 - Happiness restored. "Oh, god, did you eat all that acid? That's right, wussy!" Sweet....

7:27 - Where there once were fields, there are now rows and rows of houses. Rather nice ones too. How times change.

7:38 - At last, I pull onto Harding St. Destination reached. Nothing can go wrong now. And nothing does.

9:27 - I sit at my father's Imac, typing in this entry. I've eater tasty and ridiculously cheap Chinese food. A glass of 2000 Merlot sits next to the monitor. I still have fluff and army lists to write. And maybe, a bit of touch up painting to do. Then, up at 6:30 to head down to Baltimore. I am fortified with snacks. Life is good. Mapquest has let me down for the first time. Normally it is rather accurate.

You'll get yours Mapquest. You know where.