I can't believe we did this ALL day

When I first heard about this game, I thought it was like that other interactive game, Dance Dance Revolution. You know, that game where you look like a big douche standing in front of a TV, stomping on a stupid game mat trying to mimic something that resembles a Britney Spears video. Guitar Hero is a game that comes with a controller that looks like a toy guitar. See below:
People have been going nuts over this game. So on Friday, our friend Rian Bosak was in town so everyone came over to hang out at our place. Jeremy and Katie are our new friends that Rian introduced us to. We introduced them to D&D, and Friday, they introduced us to Guitar Hero. I was reluctant at first, but I'll admit I was curious.

Jeremy had Guitar Hero 1 and 2. Turns out Guitar Hero is way more fun because if you have two of these guitar controllers, one person can play lead guitar while the other player can play the bass line. And the music selection is really awesome. I went through the tutorial on Guitar Hero II, and then Jeremy and I gave it a whirl. I think my first song was Motley Crue's "Shout at the Devil". HOLY CRAP was it fun!

So Jeremy and I are rocking out and Cindy comes in and sees us. She watches for like 30 seconds and says "Oooh! I wanna try!" I was stunned. Cindy does not really play video games. Except SpyHunter, which she kicks my ass at.

She picked it up really fast, and before long, we were all swapping turns rocking out. Then someone said that Target was having a sale on Guitar Hero III, which included TWO guitar controllers all for $99.00!

Yep, by noon the next day, Guitar Hero III was ours. It would have been sooner, but we were up late the night before rocking out to the other Guitar Hero games.

Heh, I can actually hear Cindy in the living room right now playing the game as I write this blog. She's playing the game BY HERSELF!

This game is a great party game. You can take turns two by two, with different songs and different difficulties. It's definitely a game that gets more fun while drinking too of course!

And we played Guitar Hero III ALL DAY yesterday. I think we ended around 8pm, watched a movie, and then played a little more before everyone took off.

Here's a video of just how ridiculous it is, but don't be fooled, if you ever find a controller in your hand, you too will fall to the temptation to rock out.

The move is over

Now the fun begins. We just finished this week moving my entire facility at work to a new location. The facility is much bigger, but there's no yard and they're being very strict on storing flammables, which is bad because that's what we sell primarly: Flammables!

Now comes the the fun part of unpacking, sorting, finding things, setting up the office, etc. It feels like I'm in a perpetual state of moving. Some day, I'd like to not move for a long time.

It was a really long week. Worked a 14 hour and then a 15 hour day Thursday and Friday respectively. Made up for it though this weekend. I pretty much slept the whole weekend. I'm not going to bust myself next week. I'll put in my day, and call it good.

SoCal is on Fire

But we're not. We in the San Fernando Valley are just starting to see smoke in the clouds. It's very warm outside. 91 Degrees right now. I sent drivers today through what I thought were trouble spots, but the roads were clear and they actually got back early today. So we seem to be doing well so far. I'll keep you posted.

I guess I'm moving Saturday... maybe?

So I get a call today from the guy who has my job over at our headquarters plant in Bloomington, CA. "How soon can you have those surfboard blanks loaded onto that trailer over there so we can get that out of your hair for your potential move on Saturday?" ...

...

What?

So I've known since I took this job that we were going to have to move our facility to a new location. Our lease was expiring at the end of October and we weren't renewing it. That was in June. It's now October 22. Last I heard over a week ago we still hadn't signed papers for a new location. In fact, I didn't even know for sure which location it was until I talked to the bossman at 5:30pm tonight.

Our warehouse also has a store, and sure it's been slow but we do get a fair amount of walk-in business. Part of my job is to grow that walk-in business. Here it is, less than a week away, and none of our customers know we're moving.

Had I not called, and had my counterpart not informed me, I may still not have known until tomorrow? Wednesday?

Well, as stressed out about that as I am right now, I can say I'm up to the challenge and we're going to make it as smooth as possible, but holy wow.

sigh.

In other news, Matt and I have started working on a fun project together. We're going through and watching an amazing list of crappy movies. Why? Well I can't leak everything, but let's just say it's a long time guilty pleasure with the two of us.

In case you're interested, here's the list. If you're bored, look them up on IMDb.

The crossed out ones are movies that we thought at first applied to what we're doing, but decided that they didn't fit. The BOLD titles are the ones we've finished watching. Yeah, it's gonna be great. I feel bad for our wives.

Amazons (1986)
Amazons in the Temple of Gold (a.k.a. Golden Temple Amazons; 1986)
The Arena (a.k.a. Naked Warriors; 1974)
Ator, the Fighting Eagle (1982)
The Blade Master (a.k.a. Ator II; 1984)
Iron Warrior (a.k.a. Ator III; 1987)
Quest for the Mighty Sword (a.k.a. Ator IV; a.k.a The Hobgoblin; 1990)
Barbarella: Queen of the Galaxy (1968)
Barbarian (a.k.a. Barbarian: The Last Great Warrior King; 2003)
Barbarian Queen (1985)
Barbarian Queen II: The Empress Strikes Back (1989)
The Barbarians (a.k.a. The Barbarian Brothers; 1987)
The Beastmaster (1982)
Beastmaster II: Through the Portal of Time (1991)
Beastmaster: The Eye of Braxus (a.k.a Beastmaster III; 1996)
Circle of Iron (1978)
Clash of the Titans (1981)
Conan the Barbarian (1982)
Conan the Destroyer (1984)
Conquest (1983)
Darkest Knight (2002)
Darkest Knight II: Rise of the Kingdom (2003)
Darkest Knight III: The Ultimate Sword (2004)
Deathstalker (1983)
Deathstalker II: Duel of the Titans (1987)
Deathstalker III: Deathstalker and the Warriors from Hell (1988)
Deathstalker IV: Match of the Titans (1990)
Fire and Ice (animated; 1983)
Gor (a.k.a. John Norman's Gor; 1988)
Outlaw of Gor (1989)
Hawk the Slayer (1981)
Hercules/The Adventures of Hercules (double feature; 1983)
Highlander (1986)
Hundra (1983)
Ironmaster (1983)
Krull (1983)
Kull the Conqueror (1997)
Ladyhawke (1985)
Legend (1985)
Merlin and the Sword (1982)
Prisoners of the Lost Universe (1983)
Red Sonja (1985)
Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger (1977)
Sinbad of the Seven Seas (1989)
The Golden Voyage of Sinbad (1974)
Sorceress (1982)
Stormquest (1987)
The Magic Sword (1962)
The Seven Magnificent Gladiators (1985)
The Sword and the Sorcerer (1982)
Thor the Conqueror (1982)
War Gods of Babylon & War Goddess (double feature; 1975)
The Warrior and the Sorceress (1984)
Warrior Queen (1987)
Wizards (animated; 1977)
Wizards of the Demon Sword (1992)
Wizards of the Lost Kingdom (1985)
Wizards of the Lost Kingdom II (1989)
Yor, Hunter from the Future (1983)

Nutless Wonder

Well I would have posted a picture but Cindy made off with the camera on her girly weekend trip. Seumas did a lot better today. He was walking around, even trotting sometimes.

Didn't sleep very well last night of course. Seumas stayed in the bed with Cindy and I and that usually results in not sleeping well. It's particularly difficult when you have to prevent the little bastard from licking his wound, while also trying to be unconscious.

The wound is a little pink, but not bloody. His poor little scrotum looks a bit like an overripe cherry which I have to say kind of horrifies me. He used to have those two proud testicles which he displayed so unabashedly. Had to put his lamp shade on him a couple times today to keep him from messing with his wound. He's definitely loving the soft food that Cindy got him. Helps with giving him his antibiotic pill too.

I can tell he's going to bounce back really fast though. Already he's climbing steps. Yesterday I had to pick him up. He got his peanut butter filled bone today that Cindy got this morning and of course within a half hour, both Cordy and Seumas had their bone totally gutted.

Matt came over and I taught him how to play D&D miniatures, during which he promptly kicked my ass. It's an odd game for me. It's the one I continually lose and still can't wait to play it again. After that we had food and beer and rum and bad movies and it was much fun.

Tonight will probably be yet another crappy night's sleep, but with Cindy gone for the night, the dogs are sleeping in the bed. I'm a sucker like that.

We're under attack!!!!

I slept awful last night. Went to bed at 9pm. Boohoo, right? Well, I read for a bit and fell asleep pretty quickly. I don't even remember Cindy coming to bed. That's right, I beat HER to bed. Unheard of.

The next thing I remember, I wake up hearing the transients outside digging through all the neighborhood recycling bins for cans and bottles. I mean, I feel sorry for them and all, and I'd gladly donate any and all recyclables to them so they can get a little cash, but the feeling that a stranger is outside your house rummaging through your former stuff in the middle of the night is not settling. You wonder if they're going to get curious and start walking around your yard or something. Not a safe feeling.

I roll over and ask Cindy if she'd locked the doors before going to bed, and she mumbled that she did.

Good enough. Slipped back into unconsciousness.

Sort of. The next few hours, we are plagued by helicopters swarming the airspace above our neighborhood. Know what that probably means? Police, looking for someone. In your neighborhood, in the middle of the night!

Somewhere in all that I had the following dream:

Cindy and I were at my grandma's house in Boise, but we were the only one's there. There was a homeless guy who knocked on the door. I asked him what he wanted and he wanted to know if he could take his shower for the month.

I told him that we were in the middle of something and said sorry... but he wouldn't go away. He was much larger than me, and in the argument that ensued (in the middle of which I told Cindy to call 911), he attacked me and I ended up putting him on the ground punching him in the neck, yet still getting my ass kicked.

I woke up right around there, and wouldn't you know it, it was 5am. Time to get up. I snoozed a bit more, but it was restless.

Been in a rotten mood all morning. Feeling better now, but WHAT THE CRAP!

My wife made me do this