Overheard Conversation "...cause you're from India"

This morning I stopped in the gas station to by a big-ass Pepsi, since tired Matt was tired and only got about five hours sleep last night.

When I went into the gas station there was a gruny looking 20-something guy talking to the clerk. The conversation went like this.

Grungy guy: ...I recycle this stuff, steel, old stuff, whatever. There's all this stuff that was our fathers' and grandfathers' and people are just throwing it out. Like this *grabs something on the counter* imagine this was something from the 20s and people are just throwing it out. I take it and recycle it.

Clerk: How do you recycle it?

Grungy guy: I hold onto it for a week and then I try to sell it on Craigslist or in the newspaper. Or I'll go to a flea market, a swap meet. You know what a swap meet is cause you're from India.

Me: *jaw drop*

The guy went on to talk about how he also collects stuff from hoarders "You know, those people that have shit stacked up 25 feet high."

The clerk, as near as I could tell didn't bat an eye. I'm sure they get a lot of people saying strange, or obnoxious, or offensive things all the time. Still, it was not at all what I was expecting to hear on my way into work this morning.

Nerds Everywhere Lament

I saw the sad news today that Gary Gygax, co-creator of Dungons & Dragons died today at the age of 69. Apparently, he lived in Lake Geneva, WI, a place I've been to a few times. I was first introduced to the vast world of D&D during middle school, around the age of 12. I played that or some other d20-based game system that probably wouldn't have been around if it wasn't for him until sometime in college. I'd probably still be playing if the core game group hadn't dispersed.

It is unfortunate news, but I can't say that I'm terribly upset by it. It was intersting to see from the report that Gygax was holding weekly games at his home until as recently as January. I'm sure he would have been a very interesting and intelligent man to meet and hold a conversation with. Sad news for the world of gamers everywhere.

Too Much Partying

Too much partying this weekend. The Mrs. and the little one went to a baby shower on Saturday, and then off to my brother Brian's house Saturday night for his 35th birthday. Happy Birthday (his actual birthday is tomorrow). Then today, we had to go to my in-laws for my mother-in-law's 49th birthday. Happy Birthday. With all of that done and my week-long cold, I'm beat. Logan is even more bushed, with two nights of getting to bed late and two days of irregular naps, he needs a day of normalcy. That should be tomorrow, hopefully.

Right now, I'm ready for bed. This stupid cold needs to go away and I think the only way that's going to happen is with sleep. Unfortunately, sleep is a luxury that I have not been able to afford lately. Not that I couldn't just go upstairs and go to bed, but the darn cold keeps me up coughing for a couple hours before I actually get to fall asleep. Wow, that sounds really whiny. Oh well. Time to shut 'er down.

Some Random Dialogue

"Wow, your sword is impossibly huge," Janet said.

"And it's on fire," Tim added.

"Yeah, isn't it great," Jared said. He couldn't keep the pride from his
voice.