Day 870: Monday 23 December 2019 by Lord Omlette

We Rocking Weehawken

Woke up pretty late and took even longer to get ready. Fuck.

Lunch = chicken tendy + chicken something.

1 new ticket, no response guaranteed for next week. Other tickets gave blah responses. Spent more time reviewing one of FH's comments than doing anything else.

Picked up parathas from Kayul's place. Dinner = Mom's Indian food - alcohol.

Kept going w/ my Teclis campaign. New mod is almost ready.

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Day 868-869: Weekend Edition 21-22 December 2019 by Lord Omlette

We Rocking Weehawken

Saturday - Woke up still fucking sick. angry

Lunch = Dunkin Beyond sausage.

Vacuumed. Didn't have much energy for other chores.

Dinner = leftover Korean beef ribs plate from Teri Teri. Kayul's cookies are phenomenal. ♥

Kept going with my MARKUS ... WULFHART campaign, making small edits to mods here and there. Got an idea for a new mod, should be quick, hope I don't get slapped around since it's highly derivative...

Can't wait to see Star Wars tomorrow.

Sunday - Woke up late cause I felt horrible, slept in. Got ready slowly. Lunch = pb sandwich - coffee.

Kayul, Rahul, and Meg picked me up. It's not just me, everyone's sick. Traffic nearly made us late, we missed almost all previews. Vented to Meg about my frustration with our parents while she tried to pick up everyone's lunch. (She only got hers, Kayul & Rahul's was sent to a restaurant in NYC.) Meg empathized, she's certainly dealt with this shit way more than I have.

The movie was WAY better than expected! The Last Jedi was so bad that there was only room for improvement. It was both much smarter in some ways than I realized and also dumber. So many missed opportunities, but what can you do.

@ Kayul's place, Mom & Dad were on their best behavior, and Kai was doing his best to throw tantrums every chance he got. We all hid our illnesses from Mom & Dad so they wouldn't yell at us.

Dinner = Bulgogi bowl from Gogi Grill because why the fuck not. The why, of course, was because they came really close to fucking it up. Goddammit.

Started working on a new mod to make the Chamber of Visions actually fucking do something.

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Day 867: Friday 20 December 2019 by Lord Omlette

We Rocking Weehawken

Woke up with my throat hot and heavy. Fucking hell. Must've been from all the handshaking at the holiday party.

Lunch = Dunkin. ♥

Took 2 around-the-world tickets at the request of various traffic cops, worked them as best as I could.

Dinner = Korean beef ribs plate from Teri Teri. ♥

When I wasn't playing Total Warhammer, I was doing nothing at all. sticking tongue out Started a new campaign as MARKUS ... WULFHART and holy fuck was it harder than I remembered. wide eyed

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Day 866: Thursday 19 December 2019 by Lord Omlette

We Rocking Weehawken

Woke up on time, got ready even slower than yesterday. LAUNDRY.

Lunch = sardine sandwich + pear - coffee.

Took only a single ticket from HS since he had to head out. Didn't take anything else because almost every other fucking ticket was super active. Incredibly frustrating and super busy. Didn't get to take a shower until 5:45pm. confused, embarrassed

1st call went better than expected. 2nd call was a no show even though I told them the fucking time zone. It wasn't until well after that they said oh that'll never work for us. Assholes!

Dinner = the last of mom's chicken & rice + cupcake - alcohol.

D&D: new 5e campaign!

Ajax was back with us in the Mayor's office, minus one of his eyes. Blood everywhere. "Where's your eye?" "Mount Celestia." ??? Ajax tried to explain. I apologized and stood by the window. Al checked Ajax out. Alex waved his hands and his magic paraphernalia disappeared. No magic effects on the Mayor's office anywhere. The Mayor gave Ajax a non-normal eyepatch, and his eye stopped hurting as much. Sparky kept his distance from Ajax, who was a bit surprised at how much his looks and the tone of his bark had changed from when he saw him last.

The Mayor sent for food for Ajax and asked us our plans. Ajax accidentally mentioned the girl is Nixian. Dexter mentioned Moran is on our side now, supposedly. The Mayor straight up started pumping Ajax for intel, since he probably couldn't get any useful information out of me or Al because we are properly tight lipped, thank you very much. Ajax got Dexter and the Mayor to confirm P4P got paid for our troubles. Food arrived while Al reviewed contracts. Ajax tried joking with Alex, but he wasn't amused. Ajax ate. Everything was great. Except we can't find the fucking contract we signed with the Mayor! Fuck. We tried to negotiate for new special weapons to replace the ones we sacrificed to bring back Ajax. Maybe.

Ajax and the Mayor set up a cone of silence and we went over what happened that night @ Moran's. We couldn't destroy the recovered artifact, but the Mayor will hide it somewhere. Alex hit Ajax with enough sunlight to prove he's not a vampire. Good enough for me.

The mayor brief us about the Necromancer Wars hundreds of years ago. The cataclysms never fully went through, luckily for everyone still alive today, but it's sounding more and more like the war may have been due to the machinations of the 6. We've been thwarting their will not by accident, but by the design of The Historian. Irresponsible in Al's opinion.

The Mayor asked what to do w/ Moran. Ajax suggested life imprisonment. I agreed.

What do we know about High Fist Typhus? (Thorn?) He's covered in magical tattoos, which no doubt helped him escape. What about that dust? We debated what it could be.

We agreed that the Mayor should use the artifact to separate Moran's spirit, then stick it in a vessel where the Mayor could ask questions if he needed to.

We admitted nothing w/rt the death of acolyte Davis.

Al asked the Mayor to identify the witch of many eyes' knife. It's called the Eye Gouger. It's from Hell. Touching it will either compel you to do terrible things or summon the witch's spirit. wide eyed

The Librarian (Alfons) is in Indar. The Mayor offered to teleport us, and Ajax said "Sure. In 48 hours."


Incredible coughing fit kept me awake far longer than I wanted, fuck. dead

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Day 865: Wednesday 18 December 2019 by Lord Omlette

We Rocking Weehawken

Woke up on time, got ready slowly, made it clear I wasn't coming into the office, even though they had arranged breakfast for everyone.

Lunch = pb sandwich + pear - coffee.

Took 2 new tickets, latter 1 was obnoxious. The ticket that I botched yesterday came back, but this time I finally had some good ideas on how to proceed!

Dinner = Mom's chicken & rice - alcohol.

Played an entire Balthazar Gelt campaign in < 2 days. This patch is fucking amazing. Didn't do much else. Weather had utterly fucked tunnel traffic so I skipped WNA. Instead, stayed home with the intent of going to bed early...

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Day 864: Tuesday 17 December 2019 by Lord Omlette

We Rocking Weehawken

Actually had a decent night's sleep for once!

Didn't play total war in the morning because I knew I had to get my ass to the phone call at 1pm.

Lunch = Vietnamese vermicelli chicken bowl, forget from where.

Phone call went poorly. cry Did not diagnose anything.

Traffic cop shift also went poorly, not enough people. JC called me out for pinging too often. RR pointed out a ton of things I missed. I accidentally destroyed someone's ticket. Just a complete shitshow.

At least the handover went cleanly. I was so tired by the end of it.

Ignored almost everyone from my team @ the Christmas party @ the Copacabana. Hung out w/ jerm9x & C. Happy to see KA & JK made it out! Upstairs was the quietest floor we hadn't been to before. We chilled w/ R, A, T, et al.

Easy trip home from the PABT.

Stayed up way too fucking late restarting my Balthazar Gelt campaign. The previous one was one of the most violent in recent memory, this is fucking amazing. victory!  love and peace!

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Day 863: Monday 16 December 2019 by Lord Omlette

We Rocking Weehawken

Fucking horrendous night of little sleep. dead Still, got out of bed on time and got ready kinda on time despite frequent pauses to play Total Warhammer.

Lunch = chicken tendy + chili salmon + green beans.

Interview w/ J could've gone better. I liked him but it isn't clear that he understood what position he was interviewing for...

2 tickets, both meh too easy.

Phone call with FH went poorly... for the other guy. F explained in great detail what the guy was missing and he didn't want to hear it. Surprise.

Spent alot of time (a couple of hours at least!) reviewing comments for her. This is gonna pay off one day, and I can't wait.

TPG stopped by to remind me that we were close to missing Fogo de Chao... Not on my watch!

Dinner = Mom's chicken + rice + the last of the canolis from Friendsgiving.

Stayed up way too late thanks to the Golden Order campaign. It's almost time for the Chaos invasion. Unfuckingbelievable how much the most recent patch changed the game.


If the US government ever told the truth about Afghanistan, it isn't clear when.

A confidential trove of government documents obtained by The Washington Post reveals that senior U.S. officials failed to tell the truth about the war in Afghanistan throughout the 18-year campaign, making rosy pronouncements they knew to be false and hiding unmistakable evidence the war had become unwinnable.

The documents were generated by a federal project examining the root failures of the longest armed conflict in U.S. history. They include more than 2,000 pages of previously unpublished notes of interviews with people who played a direct role in the war, from generals and diplomats to aid workers and Afghan officials.

The U.S. government tried to shield the identities of the vast majority of those interviewed for the project and conceal nearly all of their remarks. The Post won release of the documents under the Freedom of Information Act after a three-year legal battle. It took three years and two federal lawsuits for The Post to pry loose 2,000 pages of interview records. In the interviews, more than 400 insiders offered unrestrained criticism of what went wrong in Afghanistan and how the United States became mired in nearly two decades of warfare. With a bluntness rarely expressed in public, the interviews lay bare pent-up complaints, frustrations and confessions, along with second-guessing and backbiting.

"We were devoid of a fundamental understanding of Afghanistan -- we didn't know what we were doing," Douglas Lute, a three-star Army general who served as the White House's Afghan war czar during the Bush and Obama administrations, told government interviewers in 2015. He added: "What are we trying to do here? We didn't have the foggiest notion of what we were undertaking." "If the American people knew the magnitude of this dysfunction . . . 2,400 lives lost," Lute added, blaming the deaths of U.S. military personnel on bureaucratic breakdowns among Congress, the Pentagon and the State Department. "Who will say this was in vain?"

Craig Whitlock

Or, as was said by a certain former Democratic candidate for president, how do you ask someone to be the last man to die for a mistake?

This has been a bipartisan cock-up right from jump. None of the three administrations involved in it comes out of this report looking like people you'd trust to wash your car. One trillion bucks and climbing, and what have we learned? Basically, that we haven't learned anything. It took the Post three years to pry these documents loose (and there's nothing that Post editor Marty Baron likes better than prying documents loose--just ask the Archdiocese of Boston), and we find that the old Vietnam Syndrome wasn't kicked very far during our walkover wars in the 1980s and 1990s.

Frankly, and maybe it's because I persist in believing that the activism of the 1960s actually accomplished something lasting, I can't believe that we've gone down this road again. Hell, we've made hit movies about the Pentagon Papers. That was a watershed. Everybody learned a lesson from those documents, right?

And, of course, the most damning thing about these revelations is that they vanished from the media almost immediately, lost in the din of the barely organized crazy that this administration has brought to Washington. This was a monumental scoop, the result of dogged work by the entire news operation of the Washington Post, and most people know far more about Giuliani's insane overseas ramblings than know anything about the archived failure and waste present here.

Charles P. Pierce
They weren't misled, they didn't misspeak, they didn't misunderstand the situation, they just lied every fucking chance they got. Assholes. angry

Sylvester Turner won re-election as mayor but Janaeya Carmouche didn't win an at-large seat on the city council. 50% win! confused, embarrassed

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Day 860: Friday 13 December 2019 by Lord Omlette

We Rocking Weehawken

Woke up mostly on time, but got ready slowly. Bah. Missed the tweets about tunnel traffic, so didn't get to the office until around 1pm.

Lunch = pork bowl from Oxido. ♥

Took over a ticket for my boss since he's out today.

And that's it. The ticket from yesterday closed itself when the dude YOLOed it, safety be damned.

Brief conversations with TPG and FH.

Only 5 people total endorsed my outcry yesterday, no one else wanted to be associated with me. Cowards or evil, I can't tell. Didn't realize SL also left. No idea if it was also ICE related, but I'm gonna miss him deeply. No more capture the flag at the next offsite. I might have to work. Blarg.

Longer trip home than I'd like. It was raining so I took the subway. The bus line was long and *multiple* motherfuckers tried to cut the line. Everyone was sufficiently vocal that I think they were stopped. (I couldn't see.)

Finished reading Death and Defiance. Onwards and upwards...

Started a new campaign as KARL FRANZ. There are so many weird little bugs in the campaign, I can't tell how many are due to me fucking up or are part of the vanilla game. I wish the other modders would update faster. cry Stayed up WAY too late because the campaign was so good. ♥

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Day 861-862: Weekend Edition 14-15 December 2019 by Lord Omlette

We Rocking Weehawken

Saturday - Slept in by over an hour. Actually got a 7-minute strength workout in, only took 35 minutes!

Lunch = Dunkin. ♥

Showered, shaved, fixed a couple bugs in the Underdogs mod.

Dinner = pb sandwich + a pear - alcohol.

The campaign I started last night is bugged, so I had to start over. Spent the entire day working on my VOLKMAR THE GRIM campaign. So much fun, but I didn't get anything else done. Ah well.

Sunday - Couldn't sleep, my own damn fault. confused, embarrassed

Despite keeping to myself at the friends table (me, MarshalRusty, IT, IM, and eventually S), it was a good outing! I did not get the 908s that I asked for, 2 Amanda's bellinis instead. Conversation included S's day-to-day, why he was late, everyone's vacation plans. MarshalRusty as always had the best stories, including why his hot water wasn't working.

Went to Kayul & Rahul's place so I could play with Kai and see Mom & Dad. No Meg, she was celebrating baby Teddy's 1 year birthday.

Dinner = chicken + rice + TLC. Feels weird not drinking during a PPV, maybe that's why I didn't enjoy it as much as I wanted? Ho hum.

After a bunch of false starts, started a new campaign as BALTHAZAR GELT. Stayed up way later than expected because the campaign was so good. Hot damn! wide eyed

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Day 12: Tuesday 10 December 2019 by Lord Omlette

PAX Unplugged 2019

We woke up and got ready early at *my* insistence. (I know, I know.) Breakfast at the diner in RTM. Waitress was happy to re-explain scrapple and corn beef hash to us. Good food, way more coffee than I wanted though. I ran back to the AirBnB to cleanup and finish packing. No headache today, reaffirming the need to avoid vodka.

Off to the Marriott so I could stow my bag. I got some stuff from Starbucks for everyone. Way more caffeine than expected in mine, double whoops. It took longer than expected, and I left a big tip since they were so patient with me.

In the lounge, CookieMom had joined VikingGoat & NerdBert. We introduced him to Illimat. I learned a bunch of new rules in the process. It was close up until the end... then I won?!

Then it was time for goodbyes and hugs. cry CookieMom had already tossed his room card, but it was OK because someone exited as soon as I got there, so I was able to sneak into the hotel bathroom. sticking tongue out

Walked through the drizzle to the used bookstore next to the library. One of the two store cats was super affectionate, couldn't find the other one. Selection was too general for me. Next walked through a park to the B&N for a Nook case. Couldn't find one that fit perfectly, but grabbed it anyone because it was close enough and the goal was to keep the stupid thing from banging around my backpack. Also grabbed a cute bookmark because why not. Back to RTM to grab chocolate for Mom & Dad and a cookie for myself. Immediately after I removed my jacked, a car drove through a puddle and got me good. Ugh. Back to the Marriott to pick up my luggage.

The bus was boarding as I took the long way to the bus terminal. No yelling this time, whoo. Driver gave a hilarious speech about how late were going to be, thumbs up. Driver wouldn't turn on the lights, so no reading, thumbs down. Tried to nap. Weather, tunnel traffic, and the Jersey City shooting meant we were well over 1.5 hours late. The guy on my right got clocked by a stainless steel water bottle that flew out of the overhead bin. Most likely belonging to his seat neighbor.

Arrived in the PABT around 6:30pm. Once we got in the tunnel, it wasn't so bad. The line for the gate was fucking nuts, thankfully it actually moved. Some asshole tried to cut in front of me, I dragged him by his backpack towards the stairs and explained he had to go downstairs and around. He tried to cut **again**, so I kept yelling until he left.

At home, apartment was only 81°F! Dinner = General Tso's + Crabbie's. Unpacked, did the laundry, watched last week's AEW Dynamite. Tried to catch up on comics.

A homeless guy was chilling in the first floor. I figured if any of the first floor residents had ever bothered speaking to me, even once, I might be inclined to give a shit, but I felt it wasn't my problem. At least until he fell asleep on the staircase and I had to dance to carry the laundry basket without accidentally hitting him.

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