This week was hard as fuck. Nostalgia is a drug more potent than heroin and cocaine. First up, I helped run a LAN party. I've been doing this for a long time now... so long that the original attendees are now coming back with their teenaged kids to plan games. Yea, the guys that I had to yell at to not be dicks to one another now have wives and kids. I've included an image of one of the first ones that I was a part of as a staff member. Why this image? so that you can see how far computers have come in the 12 years since this image was taken. This party had 500 or so people in it; last week's event had over 400. I had many, many conversations with people that I'd not interacted with in years and in at least a few instances a decade. We played old games, shot the bull, laughed about the old days and I left the event feeling a bit more connected to my nerd roots.

http://www.lanwar.com/images/lw/Lanwar%2018/rad0A2D2_LanWar18.JPG

I was on the tay-vee for the astronomy club. Fuck TV. But if doing this shit gets us more members and brings in new blood to the club I am going to hold my breath and swim in the shit, for now. The one thing that really fucked with me about the TV thing is that I have gained about 40 pounds since the accident. I'm carrying it well, or so I though until I saw myself on the screen. Holy shit I need to get back into a weightlifting regimen.