aka Blog v4.0
I’m about to nod off, because I’m too tired to watch Kong: Skull Island right now.
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I still watch baseball, but it becomes painful to watch when your team is bad.
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People are making such a big deal about Godzilla fighting Mothra, Rodan, and King Ghidrah in his next movie, LIKE THAT’S NEVER BEEN DONE BEFORE.
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Too many games to play.
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I seem to be adjusting to the progressives well enough.
I spent a good part of the day rummaging through my gaming materials to find the Warhammer 40K armies that I still own.
Those would be:
The 8th Edition of Warhammer 40K came out today, and while I do have hard copies preordered and being shipped to me by the end of the coming week, I decided to go with digital copies as well, mainly so I don’t have to lug the books everywhere if I wanted to read them.
From what I’ve read so far, and from after action reports online, the game plays much faster than before, with very streamlined rules.
I’m looking forward to playing, whenever that will be.
Incoming!
According to the description, the set comes with:
3x B-17; 3x B-24; 1x B-26; 1x B-25; 1x P-51; 1x P-38; 1x P-47; 1x P-80; 1x Spitfire; 3x Bf-109; 2x FW-190; 1x Bf-110; 1x Bf-410; 1x Me-262
I’ll probably paint some if not all of them, at the very least the B-17s.
Back in 2010, I said I would never buy an iPad.
Last Friday, I picked up an iPad Mini 4.
Which isn’t the same thing as a full sized iPad.
So there.
The reason I picked this up was because my iPod appears to be dying, and when I looked for a replacement with more storage, the 128 GB iPod was the same price as a 128 GB iPad Mini 4.
So I figured, what the heck.
One cool thing it allows over my Samsung tablet is the ability to customize the MLB At Bat app icon.
So yeah. Hell hath frozen over.
And then there’s the case of having too many games of one type, and this time I’m not talking about the number of table top baseball games that I own*.
I’m talking about BOMBERPALOOZA!
My first exposure to Kevin Durant:
I said, “Okay, I’m gonna root for this guy.”
So I bought his McFarlane figure. Watched him lose in the 2012 Finals. Same year that Mark Jackson began coaching the Warriors.
It made sense for me to root for OKC, their colors are blue and orange, like the Mets and Broncos.
Then I started really following the local basketball team, a team with some guy named Steph Curry, and Draymond Green. Jackson said that we all should come down and watch the Warriors play, we’ll have some fun. I meant to take him up on that.
And then Steve Kerr became the head coach, and they won a Championship. The following year, they lost in the Finals.
And then my favorite non-Warriors player decided to play for the Warriors.
My only time I saw him in person:
He threw out the first pitch on Star Trek Night at AT&T Park, September 16, 2016.
Every time I saw him at the end of a Warriors victory this season, I *still* couldn’t believe that he was playing for them.
And then he won the Finals MVP.
I teared up when he and his mom embraced on the court.
If anything I’m more happy for Kevin Durant winning a championship and the MVP than anything else.
Congrats, KD.
I like going to this convention because it reminds me of the one we used to go to when I was in high school. It feels more intimate than a San Diego Comic-Con or even WonderCon.
I stopped by the recently opened Dunkin’ Donuts beforehand and grabbed a donut and coffee. They have really good coffee.
About 10 minutes before 10 I walked over to the line, of which there were two, so I walked to the front of the line to ask if this line was for presale ticket holders or for ticket purchase. It was the presale line.
Amusingly enough, the purchase line went quicker than the presale line, because they had 4 people at registers for ticket purchases, while the presale line had ONE person checking tickets and crossing names off a list. Not a big problem, except for the mouth breathers behind me griping about the other line moving quicker.
All told, I was in line for about 5 minutes.
As I waited in line, I peered over the registers and saw Dirk Benedict at his autograph table.
In 1978, he was THE MAN, at least to me. Battlestar Galactica was on TV, I would watch every episode, in the days prior to VCRs, and I liked Lt. Starbuck more than Captain Apollo.
So did my sister, Jen.
Flash forward to 1999, when I first met Richard Hatch at some convention in San Francisco. I later saw Hatch at a couple-few WonderCons, and San Diego Comic Cons, either on a panel or at a table signing stuff.
Flash forward again to today, and I finally got to meet THE MAN.
I stood in line and listened as Dirk Benedict was talking very casually with the guy in the picture. Dirk’s a very chatty guy. The next guy, in front of me, also got to talk to Dirk for a minute or two, and the guy asked me if I could take a picture of the two of them with his iPhone, which I did.
Then came my turn. I said hello and shook his hand, and then Dirk said that he liked my glasses, because they were like his, and he quickly whipped them out and posed for me with them on.
I then mentioned my meeting Richard Hatch back in 1999, and he remarked that Richard did many more shows than he ever did. He only does maybe 3 or so a year. He then said that he missed Hatch, saying that he was a great guy, and he was sad that they wouldn’t be doing panels together anymore.
He signed the picture shown above, and then I asked his assistant if she would take our picture, and she did.
This is actually the second photo taken, because Dirk wasn’t happy with the first one, which actually looked much like this one.
I said thanks, as did he, and I moved on to the dealers room.
I really didn’t see much in terms of cosplayers.
Seriously, this was it, though I did see a guy dressed as the Green Power Ranger as I got ready to leave. I didn’t get his picture.
I wasn’t really looking to pick up anything, but I couldn’t pass this up:
I made it around the dealers room in less than 20 minutes. I saw a few cool things, like this:
I was out of there by 11:00 am, about the same amount of time I spent last year. I had another event to attend, Games Day with friends.
It was a very good Sunday.
