Returned to Honolulu

I was laid off by Pacific Wings, and could no longer make rent. Therefore I have returned to Honolulu to stay with my folks for awhile. Hopefully, once I'm gainfully employed here I can find my own place. Reconnecting with old HNL friends is difficult; many seem to have moved on and others are so different I barely recognize them. Others just never answer their goddamn phone.

Only one has remained the same as he always was, and that's not completely a good thing.

Happier note: since moving in with the 'rents, I have gotten to start cooking again! I love to cook, but when it's just myself it's a bit expensive to buy things like veggies because even the smallest lot spoils too quickly.

Best dishes have been an onion and beef soup which turned out great - I've only done it once before, and didn't have a beer to use this time so I was happy it turned out as good as it did and a portugese soup called Calo Verde which I got from Brian Lambert's great foodblog Forkbastard.

Jasen has mentioned that his gaming group may need a new GM. They sound really picky about what they'll play, though. If I can't find some compatability I'd rather walk. Hard and firm is no D&D. Posting campaign ideas next. Met two other game groups; Dennis seems to run a very cerebral and awesome Call of Cthulhu game, but he has such strict player limits it seems I may have to knock someone off for their spot; the Vampire group I met through Torin is great and a really easy to talk with bunch. They didn't even hold my being Torin's friend against me! Problem with them is they live in BFE and there's a real, totally insurmountable, levelling differential that more or less guarantees I'll be a third-rater forever. More on the oddness of MET LARP later.

Better Pix

Darn Picasa only makes it LOOK like I rotated the pix. Didn't ACTUALLY
rotate the pix.

I Was In An Accident

So, I left for work an hour early so I could grab lunch and hang out
with the Q&A guys before my shift. Along South Kihei, in front of Maui
Lu, I got rear-ended by a black truck John Hughes estimated as going at
about 50 MPH from the impact pattern. I threw me into an SUV which
managed to wipe out my radiator whilst leaving the SUV totally unharmed.
The baby inside didn't even wake up.

Three people got the bastard what hit me's license, so they'll probably
get him on felony hit-and-run, which is pretty bad. John thought I
should get checked out, so I dropped by the hospital and got looked at.
Nothing's broke, and soft tissue damage won't show up for a day or so. I
have a two-day sick note and some party favors--valium and vicodin-- YAY!

Check the grisly pix below.

Focalin Day 1

So I'm seeing someone about my array of mental problems. We've decided to treat my concentration/focus issues with a drug called Focalin. Hopefully, it will accomplish the wonderful things crystal meth did for me without the drawbacks of being addictive and having to hang out with people I wouldn't normally like.

Anyway, working on day one. It advises not to drive under the influence. And lasts all day. Hope they're not serious. I am noticing some changes. Told Lisa about the treatment, mainly because I'll need someone else to tell me if I'm having some of the listed side effects, such as, oh, psychosis.

Given that I never got that on crystal meth, I highly doubt the Focalin will make me psychotic. Still, don't want to lose my job because I thought I was a cherry tomato all of a sudden.