Thanksgiving is upon us again. While I don't exactly post on a regular schedule, I thought I would take some time to post things for which I am thankful.



1 - First and foremost is my God. Without Jesus none of us would be here and existence would be a moot exercise in futility.

2 - My Family. They put up with my crap and I deal out a lot of crap. They help me keep my sanity in this insane world.

3 - Employment. Without my job I would be unable to support my family and without them I would probably be sequestered in an insane asylum.

4 - My gaming group. This quartet of people give an avenue of escape for my imagination and give me a break from my lovable hellion children.

5 - Lasik Surgery. Fixing my eyes is one of the best steps (so far) that I have taken to better my world. Life without glasses or contacts is a strange and wonderful place.

6 - Transportation. The modern world is crazy enough without have to walk everywhere. Our van may not be the newest model, but it gets my family from A to B with reasonable gas mileage.

7 - The Internet. The Internet provides so much for my family, such as communications, entertainment, and education. Without the Internet, I would have never got into college and be almost completed with a Masters in IT.

8 - Hollywood. Not the physical environment. I actually think most of southern California is a cesspool of weirdos, but some of the movies that come from that institution are a source of joy for me and my family.

9 - Star Trek. The original series. This was the first TV show that really set my imagination free.

10 - The ability to read. Beyond gaming, movies with my family, and the Internet, reading helps me to escape the pressures of living and collect myself to face the next onslaught that life will send against me and my family.

I am grateful for life. Thanksgiving is an easy escape for what I should be declaring everyday of my life. Thus I scream into the void a very heartfelt ...

Wow. It's been quite a while. I think I've figured out some of my issues. Maybe not, but at least I can work towards something to help my state of mind. See. I've been a real bastard here lately. Moody. Grumpy. Jerk. All good descriptions of how I've been acting around my family and friends. I've found I don't handle an uncertain future very well. My wife and I have two children, one 11 and one 4, and we have another one due in November. My wife is not working. So the only source of reliable income is mine and that isn't saying much. I ma not sure how I will be able to support a family of 5 without changing everything and turning our lives upside down.

This is where my troubles are centered. I can stave off some the anger by taking about 6 hours to myself and escaping to a alternate reality with the gaming group I play with, but reality is always lurking, ready to pounce once I leave the bliss of the other world. The lack of knowledge on how to handle this eats and my mind, frays the edges, and snaps when tested. Unfortunately, my children are at just the right ages to really test my limits and I am failing to keep a civil tongue with them. My wife is a little obsessive about aspect of our lives that are inconsequential when compared to our problems, like being able to feed the children and put gas in the vehicles.

I fear that to best serve my family, I will just have to change to paradigm we live in. I do not want to move but if I have to to feed my family, then so be it. There is a glimmer at the end of the tunnel, and I hope it isn't a freight train. I am supposed to be have an interview for a new position where I work. If this pans out, then the step forward will support my long-term goals of becoming a college teacher. If it doesn't pan out, then all hell may break loose in our home. I pray for a resolution. I pray for a good resolution.

Am I a nerd because I think Role-Playing is Awesome?

Dear Fellow Geeks and Nerds,

I love role-playing games. I was first introduced to role-playing games when I lived in England. A friend brought to my attention the tabletop miniature game by a company named Games Workshop called Warhammer 40,000. I fell in love with the science fiction aspect of the game and the vivid imagery the Games Workshop artwork provided. While this game isn't a role-playing game per se, there were options to morph the game from strictly tabletop to a game with some role-playing aspects.

In high school, the role-playing portion of the world of Warhammer 40k led to Dungeons and Dragons, specifically, AD&D 2nd Edition. Oh my god, the adventures we had. The gods we faced and conquered. The mead we drank. The bars we trashed. The virgins we rescued. and the ponies we raped. We were teenage and we had a blast. Of course AD&D was the basis of our existence. We lived and breathed the stuff. In fact, we were allowed to use a empty classroom during our lunchtime break so we could crawl through dungeons and thin the horde of monsters. Wow. We were such nerds. Life was good. Role-playing life morphed into various flavors of game from TMNT (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles), Robotech (pick a saga and we played it), Gangbuster, Ghostbusters, Cyberpunk, and Traveler 2400.

Though it all D&D holds a special place in our collective nerdy little hearts, life has a way of crushing ones spirit. We had to graduate and decide what to do with our lives. I went into the Air Force and was not able to play the game as much as I would have preferred for quite a while. Once I got to my duty station, I was able to locate a group and we enjoyed thrashing Draconian monstrosities. I played a warrior priest of the goddess Mishakel by the name of Garth Daybreaker. Dude was awesome. He could waylay thugs and goblins with ease using merely his bad breath and a fist. Alas, life once again kicked us in the nuts and we had to break the group. I was not able to play D&D again until several years later when I was living in Missouri. I was a staff member in a sexual offender treatment facility and use the game as an incentive (bribe) for the kiddies to behave themselves. Yet life once again rears its ugly head and I had to stop.

::sigh::

::moan::

::groan::

::silent complaint::

I then found a hilarious group of guys when I was rummaging around the options in the iTunes podcast database. These guys are demonstrating the new 4th Edition Dungeons and Dragons rule set. I tried the first episode and was immediately hooked. These guys are funny. I remember actually having moments like what the group is going through. I actually find myself pining for a good kick-a$$ game of rip-roaring adventuring. Alas, life again digs her talons of life-sucking energy into my world and threaten to reduce this dream of mine to a pile of pickle juice soaked ashes. I wanna play!! Wahhhh!!!

Choking and Sobbingly yours,

Sam Laughter

Dear Mr. iTouch,

Damn you. Damn you to Hades. May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your testicles and then damn you to Hades. I hate you Apple. I hate that you make such a clean product. I hate that you are so damned innovative. I hate that you take a simple concept and revolutionize the marketplace. I hate that I bought a iTouch and that I love the infernal device.

You know what I hate more than all that? I hate that my brother was right. The Scooby look-a-like sibling from another planet will be insufferable now. Thank you so very much Mr. Jobs for making my life a miserable hell on Google Earth. Our family know that my brother is sure that Bill Gates is the devil incarnate and Steve Jobs is the Messiah descended to Earth. This hellish admission on my part will only serve to reinforce his delusions and suck the air from my arguments. ARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!

Damn you to Hell Mr. iTouch. Damn you for being so awesome.

Spitefully yours,

Sam

Frustrated much?

Dear Frustrated Mindset,

Arrrggh!! I hat being stymied, even when I know what the subject I need to write about is. I have a 12 page team paper due on Monday along with a Power-Point presentation on the IT department, network topology and security, and the impact they have on the E-Commerce of a fictitious community hospital.

Everything is right there an I have no idea what to say. Most of the work has already been accomplished because this is a team effort and the paper is divided into four sections. I only have one section, the introduction, conclusion, and the editing ... so dang simple and yet here I sit in an impotent stupor unable to accomplish anything useful but suck up oxygen.

I just need to bite the bullet and dig in. Once I get started I usually have no problems, it's just that 'getting started' hump that causes so many issues. If I can just keep the 4-year-old distracted and the TV off then I can hammer this out and just be done with it.

Oh Lord give me strength. Strength to know what I need to do, strength to remember the important things in life, and the strength to act on my conscience and complete that which I must to achieve the success I desire.

Prayerfully,

Sam

Sugoi!

Dear family lovers,

Today was a good day. I purchased a ATI CS9 about 2 and a half months ago for my wife and I, and finally got to fire the dang thing today. This inability to shoot the new weapon had become something of a joke around the office. Each time plans were made to visit the gun range, something would happen. Providence, Fate, Greek gods, the weather gods, or some other wretched circumstance would endeavor to keep me from playing with my new toy. Well, not today. Ha Ha! Victory! I fired the damned thing and I enjoyed it.

My brother, his wife and their son came for a visit today. So I hijacked both my brothers and my wife, gathered out meager stockpile of guns, bought some ammunition, and destroyed some innocent looking paper targets. Man what a rush. One brothers .32 revolver and 10 gauge shotgun, the other brothers S&W 9mm, and my new ATI 9mm all blazing away in stinking gun shot residue glory. What a rush! 100's of rounds later and many hot cases smacking us in the forehead and we were spent, physically and emotionally. I don't think I will understand why so many people do not like guns. I'm sure they have their reasons and the reasons are very compelling ..... for them. I enjoyed shooting and I think my wife did too. It was worth the money.

We packed up and went to mom and dad's where they treated everyone to an exquisite dinner and family time. Salad, steak, homemade cheesy potatoes, and strawberry-rhubarb dessert. UFC was playing on the big screen and Rashad Evans got his butt kicked, oh yeah, he has knock-ed out. Conversations and good times followed until everyone had to go home.

Yes, today was a awesome day.

Thanks,

Sam

Dear U.S. Air Force,

I was talking with a friend today who finally he has had enough and has discarded his bond of indenture-hood and retire from work. We talked of decisions we had made and how we were living with those choices. Yes there are choices we wish we made made differently, but even the negative results of those choices have had a profound effect on shaping us into who we are today.

I may have never escaped the endless line of dead-end jobs that stalked me in Alexandria, Louisiana after my high school graduation had my father not decided to make a career out of the Air Force. I was exposed to a possible escape from middle America drudgery and knew that the world is larger than the next town over or cow tipping session. I joined the Air Force with the full intention of living in as many different places as my vocations would allow. Star eyed and packing too much luggage, I plunged neck deep into a world I thought I knew and was totally unprepared for.

I loved basic training. I craved the discipline. Not that my parents were not good parents, they were the best I had ever had up to that point in my life, but the Air Force provided something I am not sure they could have. The Air Force forced me to adapt or break and they did this without compassion. My parents could never sit by while I struggled physically or mentally with a problem, they love me too much. The Air Force did not care about my feelings, only my results. I needed that kick in my pants to help me decide if I wanted to grow up or stay perpetually young, stupid, and naive. I thought I rose to the challenge. I beat basic training. I beat that wonderfully awful place with style. We were physically superior, our Confidence course results beat every other Flights results hands down. We had more marksmen than any other Flight on the gun range. Ours was the only dorm not infiltrated by the infamous "Spy-Guy." Our Flight got top marks, graduated Honor Flight, and only had to do KP once. We kicked ass .... everyone's ass.

Then I went to Tech School to become a Circuit and Data Equipment specialist, aka ... the phone-guy. I liked my job. I didn't have a problem with heights so gaffing poles was fun for me. I took to mechanical and electronic telephone key systems like a duck to water. We had fun at our squadron, we bombed the neighboring squadron with water balloons from 50 yards away, and we watched Fern Gully every weekend. Life was good.

Then I got my orders. Barksdale, AFB. What? No. Please no! I faithfully filled my dream sheet to capacity with exotic destinations like anywhere Europe, Australia, anywhere Asia, Hawaii, and friggin' Iceland for the love of all that's holy! I GOT BARKSDALE! UGH!! I went through all that work, pain, sweat, tears, and drill instructors bad breath only to wind up ONE HOUR from HOME!!

I was not in purgatory, I was in the ninth circle of Hell ... I had pissed off God and he was getting back at me ... the jerk. Barksdale ..... ugh, ugh, UGH!!!

Then life got .... not so good. I had been assigned to a squadron full of people I had nothing in common with. I didn't drink alcohol, that's all they drank. I didn't really enjoy nightclubs, they lived for them. I didn't like crawfish .... and how in the world did they keep finding all those damn mud-bugs for the crawfish boil they had EVERY FRIGGIN' weekend!!

I lost faith. I lost faith in God for sending me to that hell-on-earth. I lost faith in my fellow man because everywhere I looked a new example of debauchery smacked me in my face. I lost faith in myself and I gave up. I gave up trying to live. I overslept all the time. I never cleaned my room and failed every inspection. I did not keep myself in physical shape and failed those tests as well. I became a physically empty husk of a boy trying to fool everyone around me and failing miserably. My sponsor got frustrated with me and gave up, as did my Sergent, and the Lieutenant. However, a enterprising NCO gave me an opportunity to get out. I didn't understand the implications. I would lose honor. I would become failure incarnate. I did not care. So, after only two years of a four year commitment, I left with a 'General under other than honorable conditions discharge'. Well, I was free and homeless .... at least I got to moon the Air Force as I left.

Did I mention the one bright spot of my life at that time? These beautiful women to the left are my wife and her sisters. The dark haired siren on the far left is Jenny, the breath of fresh air in the middle is Liz, and the goddess lighting the world on the right is Cheri. Cheri. Cheri is the one thing that kept me sane. Towards the end of by disastrous short-lived career int he Air Force, I focused on her so I could make through the day. I met her at a church function and she was so disturbed by my youthful stupidity, she wouldn't even acknowledge my presence for about a year. Then a real piece of crap, who I thought was a friend, set us up on a date by lying to us saying that the other was asking around about the other. Confused? That lying piece of sewer flotsam told her I was asking about her and told me she was asking about me. After our first date I never had a second thought, Cheri might have but I never did, I was going to spend the rest of my life with this wonderful person. After several dates and attempts at proving I was not as insane as she remembered from our first encounter, I thought she was falling in love with me. Me. A wreck with no discernible future beyond door-to-door sales. Hmmm. Maybe I didn't have a monopoly on insane.

I used my Air Force training to land a job installing collect call telephone systems in prisons. It was more than a broken and stupid little boy like myself should have gotten, but I was blessed. The job paid well and allowed me to rebuild and recollect myself for the future I was hoping for with Cheri. After some time and work, I was blessed by the angel sent to me when she agreed to marry this foolish and weak little boy. That was 14 years, a lot of growing up, two children (one more on the way), a plethora of jobs, three states, and a flurry of college classes. Cheri is a stay at home mom with money making projects she enjoys doing. I work at a place that is easy for me to excel at and provides the best insurance I've ever seen (they paid $1500.00 per eye for Lasik surgery, unheard of in the insurance community). My daughter is ahead one grade and my boy is about to join school. I cannot imagine a happier existence, unless one includes winning the lottery or figuring out how to solve world hunger.

I owe you U.S. Air Force. I owe you an apology. I apologize for failing you. I apologize I was not strong enough to make your investment worthwhile. I apologize for making the lives of the Airmen, NCO's, and Officers in my squadron. They were only trying to help me and I stabbed them in the back and mooned them for their efforts.

I also owe you for who I am. I owe you for the insight you gave me of my own weaknesses I would not acknowledge before. I owe you for introducing me to my wife. I owe you for the resulting children we have had together. I owe you for the experiences you helped give me that has made me the man I am today. Without you, U.S. Air Force, I would have never achieved the degree of success I currently enjoy. For all this I thank you. I thank you with every fiber of my being. I hope that in some small way an opportunity to return the favor arises and I will have the courage to grasp that opportunity and make good on my previous failures.

I have found that life is full of regrets. I regret that I let my son play with mu xbox controller. I regret that I wasn't watching where I was going and broke my truck on a curb. I regret some previous failures and sometimes I regret previous triumphs. However, I have also learned that regrets are best used as tools and not subjects of brooding sessions. Regrets can destroy as well as any well placed point blank shotgun blast the the cranium. Use regrets to influence current decisions with the future firmly ensconced in your minds eye. As history shows, those who do not learn from the past are doomed to repeat the past. I sincerely hope that you can use your experience to enhance lives around you, which in turn can have a positive affect on your life and make life worth living.

Cordially with hope,

Sam