Changing gears

So I have given up on catching up on my Netflix queue. I am about 2 1/4 years behind now. It is kind of a relief to give up on it. I was never going to catch up. I had been worried that Netflix would shut down their DVD service before I got through my queue, but that is inevitable. So the plan is to watch one episode of a show a day in order to free up time.

Not that I will free up too much time, I started school this week. 10 hours is not considered Full Time student, but it’s 5 hours of class twice a week. The painful bit was 1700 for registration and books. (I got to the book store late and had to buy all new books.)

In model news, I tried the sample of Merlin’s Magic casting powder I got at Gencon. It’s pretty good. ( I will have to post pictures.)

 

GENCON 14

An update: my dad found a way to pay the taxes. Now back to our scheduled post.

I feel much better after my vacation to Gencon. One might ask how can you go to Gencon and be frugal about it. The temptation to buy games, books and models is strong. It is a show designed to sell you things. So how do you fight that temptation? Make a list and stay occupied.

Going into the show I knew I wanted the molds to build a Roman Mausoleum from Hirst Arts. I also needed a plasma gun for my Astra Militarium. So I was shopping light.

Gencon is excellent because it provides you with ample opportunities to try a game. Whether in the exhibit hall, a special demonstration event, the games library or just a random pick up game, you can find just about anything to play. This year I was looking for Leviathan, BattleTech, and Legendary Villains.

So how did I do? I bought: The molds, missed the plasma gun, bought an Imperial Armor book, (Anphelion Project, it has some rules for narrow corridor fighting) and a D20 coin. So I screwed up a little.

I did demo all the games I wanted.

Leviathan is interesting. A naval (Airships) table top game using a hexagon grid. The demonstration game lasted an hour but we did heavy damage to each ship in that short time. New expansions are in the works right now.

Legendary Villains: A stand alone deck building game. It is about the same as Legendary but it has some twists.

BattleTech: I would like to buy my own Lance of Mech’s one day. The game has a very stable rule set. I don’t think it’s as fast as Leviathans, but if you like giant robots, this is the game for you.

You should also look into the Webseries “Afraid of Girls”.

The week of 8/10/14

I supposedly lost 6 pounds this week putting me at 241 pounds. (It had been a month or so since I had weighed myself, but considering I was eating spaghetti everyday,  I figured I really wasn’t losing weight.)

Anyway, I had started biking the trails in the woods by my house. They are dirt paths so the going is rough, but biking is probably the best form of exercise that I can do. My dog jumps on me if I run, not to mention that running will tear up my already battered knees.

I cleaned up the desk in my room so I can start doing homework in there. I will try and keep the distraction’s to a minimum so I can do better work.

The local festival was in full swing. The flea market was lacking anything good, though I was tempted by some cigar boxes to use as storage. There was a parking lot that was blocked off to serve as the “Beer Tent.” It has a bandstand for a band and alcohol naturally. I still don’t get the idea of drinking, and I probably never will. Leisure time once upon a time ago was supposed to be used to volunteer and help your fellow man, or develop skills to advance mankind. Now it’s used to shut our brains off and be amused. We don’t want to be challenged anymore. We simply wish to exist.

Challenges

Two financial issues were raised this week. One was expected, the other was a vague, ominous problem in the back ground of my life.

The one I was expecting was that I am going back to school. I already graduated with an associates degree in Industrial Electrical with some Machine tool courses on the side. This time around I am going for an associates degree in business.  The reason’s for this are two fold:

1. I wish to have my own machine shop one day.

2. My dad told me that I could take over running the farm if I got my associates degree.

The financial annoyance was the fact I had to borrow from my savings account to pay for registering. (I had to go and buy that lathe last week, didn’t I?) So I owe my savings account 500 dollars now. The schedule for my savings account is kind of screwed up now. It will take 27 weeks to get back on track. Hmm…

The vague problem that finally solidified this week was the fact my dad asked me to help pay for the taxes on the farm. Now, that’s a pretty bold question to put to me and my brother. We already do the work on the farm, yet have no say in the management. So naturally we said we have terms that would be met before we lent him the money. He just kind of went quiet after that.

Now, the amount in question is about 2000 dollars. In my father’s mind, that is Scrooge McDuck territory. Ritchie Rich would pause before dropping THAT kind of money. When I point out that you could take a little bit out of your paycheck each week to build up to that I got the response, “Nope. Can’t be done.” (This is why I believe that being poor is more of a mindset, because I have saved 2000 dollars.)

Now, you are perhaps wondering, “How does a farm get to such a situation?” Ah, that is the fun of it. See, my grandfather left it to his children, so we are co owners of the farm. And no one ever thought to go to school to learn about how to run a business, so everyone is just kind of flailed around like fish out of water. They are out of their element have have been for 30 years. The only thing my dad is concerned about though is keeping everyone happy, so naturally, we’re the ones giving our sweat and blood while others “take their share.”

Part of keeping everyone happy is that we keep our tenant no matter the cost. For twenty years I have watched my dad chase him up and down the county to get his money out of him. Even when we gave him the option of when to pay his rent, that didn’t help the situation. My dad has gradually conceded every advantage to help this man. Finally, the man just stopped paying his rent, citing “Hard times.” And so, here we are, subsidizing a man that can’t make a profit with a bumper crop.

Now, I have tried to convince my dad that things need to change, but he lives in his own reality. (Founding my belief that sometimes, you have to let people royally fuck up and crash through the rock bottom of life before they realize they need to change.) My idea was to have someone take over managing the tenants account, an objective third party that could find other tenants if need be. But, I am dealing with a man that insists that the world revolves around other people.

I will play his game of chicken though. The bill is due at the end of the month. He is a resourceful man so he can probably find a band aid to patch this year, but what about the next, or the year after that?

It is out of my hands at this point in time. I can only vow that I will never be like my father. I will stand for something. I will not live on bent knee to satisfy miserable bastards.