This is so cool, I’ve been here 20 years and never seen it snow this hard, we expect up to ten inches in the surrounding areas by tomorrow, here is a pic of my friend Jared and the snowman he made with LAS VEGAS SNOW baby!

but on the bright side I will probably have enough money to go to school next semester with the insane overtime I’m getting.

Three of our guys walked off the job at the Airport this week, and I got shunted in as an emergency band-aid, it is ridiculous hours, ridiculously hard work, with no breaks, and an insane pace, I barely have time to sleep.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!

I had a dream the other night…

Things have been a little disappointing lately, can’t lie about that. There is a dinner this Tuesday for the Las Vegas Go Club, not particularly looking forward to it, in fact, kind of dreading it. I have been working pretty solid for the last year and a half on trying to resurrect the Go club here in Vegas, scheduling our meets, booking our rooms, giving demonstration games at local hotels and events, and sometimes sitting in an empty room for hours, and at this coming dinner I have been deemed worthy of the vice-president office. Now I am not one for titles, and I’m not even sure I would want the presidency of the club, but still it somehow feels like being robbed of the fruits of your labor. Well, there’s no arguing with the masses, whatever will be will be.

I just got back this morning from camping. I wanted to go to Valley of Fire but wouldn’t you know it, all the sites were booked, which made me angry since it’s supposed to be first come first served basis, so I went 40 miles into the park to get to the Boulder Beach campground, which is very nice and right on a beach, I had almost finished setting my tent when a ranger came and told me that my spot was also reserved, which made me livid. Every other spot had traffic cones blocking them “for water pipe maintenance” which turned out to be a lie since it was actually a large groups way of reserving spots for their friends. I was furious. I finally went to Las Vegas Bay campground, which was empty, until I setup my camp, then cars came in in droves. Despite everything I had a nice relaxing time, and did some good thinking. Clarified a lot of ideas for my writing, and am again making headway on my writing. I decided to make Snakes of Terra a collection of short stories like Mike Resnick’s Kirinyaga (which I highly recommend by the way), Cthulhu for Dummies is on a backburner since I’m not entirely sure about legality of copyright on some of the materials, which may actually put a damper on Cthulhu versus Mecha-Cthulhu. It is important to have pictures with your words in blogs these days, and I didn’t take any pictures from my recent camping trip, so here’s a freeciv screenshot.

Okay, it’s been a while since I made an update here, my weekends have been extremely hectic, and haven’t had time to blog or even read emails. The newest development in my life at the current moment is that I have applied as a volunteer for the peace corps. As I understand it there are currently 4,000 positions and about 11,000 applicants, which means I have to beat out two other people for my post. I really want to go, so many things in my life have become clear, and this seems like such a natural next step. I was driving home from work today and at the street corner there was a woman with a “please help, hungry” sign. I didn’t help her, I have just been burned too many times by those people, but I had a hard time reconciling my feelings that I want to help people, like in peace corps, but I didn’t help her, the only answer I could come up with is that the people I will be helping in peace corps have never been given a chance, and are willing to work hard to improve, and sometimes I am not sure I believe that is true about street people in America. I stop and ask them some questions sometimes, to find out if I think they are really down and out, and about half the time they are people that need help and I help them, although I have noticed I have a weakness for people with animals, and single mothers with children, I get a feeling sometimes that I am an easy touch for people like that. It’s so hard to parse it all, and make it make sense, Sometimes I think I need to accept that I will never be wealthy, and that that should never be a concern for me, accept a vow of functional poverty and just try to help as many worthy people as I can, it’s not the American way, but it’s the only thing that seems to make sense right now.