I went to a bar for the second time in my life tonight.
It was Cosplay Night, and tonight it was dedicated to the guy who passed away. He was part of the Kid’s Heroes charity group as an in-costume character. They were having a silent auction and a fundraiser for the funeral expenses for the family. So I went with my brother, who is also part of the cosplay community (501st and Krayt Clan Mandalorian Mercenary – crossovers happen a lot with their line of work).
It was a pretty good experience. I don’t frequent bars at all – I’ve only been to one once a couple years ago – but I decided to go this time to sort of pay respect. My brother wore his 501st kit and I just threw together a closet cosplay for Fallout (pretty easy – it was my pip-boy that made it).
It was pretty fun. There was a guy in a really good Deadpool cosplay wearing one of those cheeky french maid lingerie outfits over his costume. There was another deadpool dressed as Ariel and he kept shuffling around in a little fish tail skirt. That takes dedication XD
Honestly, I’m not sure I want to do it again any time soon. The bar scene, I mean – being with cosplay folks made it good, and I felt alright with the crowd. Maybe because it was my brother’s type of crowd.
The fundraising extremely well. This community is amazing with charity work, and with it concerning the family of one of their own they were all over it.
That was my experience. I just wanted to write it down, in case you guys were wondering where things were going after what happened Tuesday night.
Yesterday the Visiting Teachers were at our house and the dog took a piece of turd from outside (hers) and brought it in and proceeded to chow down on it in on the ottoman in front of the Teachers.
so i’m sick again. I’m off work today, at least, but I dunno if i’m
going to get better tomorrow. if not then I can’t go to work (because a
coworker has MS and his meds beat his immune system to a useless pulp).
I’m
just not happy about it… I’ve called in sick twice a couple weeks
ago. And this is a smaller company I work for so they do miss me when
I’m not there. Just… ick… I don’t wanna call in again so soon.
I dreamt that my .22 revolver could hook up to the wifi and sync with my Roku TV, and somehow I was able to use that to load it up with rounds. The kicker? For each round (that was materialized out of THIN AIR into this non-electrical device) I had to load a scripture verse into the queue. So, for nine shots, it was nine scriptures from the bible.
Exodus 20:13 (King James Version) 13 Thou shalt not kill.
The Perfect Scientist 