Welsh Girl is fine. She's getting reenrolled in school so she can finish that dreaded math class and actually have a sheepskin in that case they gave her at the graduation ceremony...

I've been rewatching B5 (again) lately. Also been watching Carnivale thanks to Netflix. I forgot how much I liked that show. Too bad it only went 2 seasons. If it had gone all 6 that were planned, it would have been awesome.

I've also been painting my foamcore empire some more. Now that I'm not making them, the least I can do is tend to the ones I've already made. I've got some ideas for things to build that I've wanted to do, but nothing really interesting lately. If anyone knows a site where I can see some good city ruins (especially war torn ones), let me know.

The 40K campaign is in a momentary lull. The player who went to the hospital? Well, he's been out for a couple weeks, but has not played his game for this round so we're waiting. We're also looking at the new, soon to be released Chaos codex. Not only are they removing a lot of the flavor of Chaos, but they have a few things in there that kinda piss me off. Thousand Sons now have AP3 bolters? Chaos Terminators are only 30pts each? But what kills me the most is that Chaos now has a psychic power that allows the opponent to pick one of your squads, move it and then make them take a pinning check. I'm not mad at the over-effectiveness of this ability (I'll move your squad away from me or towards me and then place them in a most advantageous position for weapon templates/assault/whatever) though that kinda sucks. I'm not happy with the idea of some guy I've never met before handling my miniatures. Sure, I'll let someone see one to look at the paint job or conversion, but that's a rare occurrence and it's only 1 or maybe 2 minis. These clumsy, fat fingered, Cheeto eating fuckers fumbling with my Marines? Like hell! I'm glad I'm playing with friends who have some sense of decorum and sense (and, of whom, only two have Chaos Armies).

So Welsh Girl and I are thinking about going back out to West Texas in October. Well, actually, more like planning to. And this time we're going to take some friends. They were supposed to have a vacation this past weekend, but the place they were staying fucked their shit up so bad...well, there's talk of taking them to court if there's not a refund. And my friends were only there an hour. But it was so bad they got back in their car and drove 5 hours back here after driving 5 hours to get there. Deep hurting and a glaring example of the failures of customer service.

I think that's about it. No footie or chicks or bizarre happenings or motorcycles of guitar wankery to regale you all with. Guess I'll just go back to Sousaphone Hero. I'm SO gonna rock the Jack Tar March on expert!

That is all.