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Skyrim Redone. Or, One Does Not Simply Walk Into Blackreach.

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Last night I was playing a little Skyrim after having downloaded the Dawnguard DLC, cleaned out a lot of mods I wasn’t using and updating the ones I could not do without. I was hoping that the character I’d been playing around with, a not too bright looking Nord named Chester (named after my cat, of course), would work OK after all the changes. Anyways, for all my troubles, I got a (pleasantly) nasty surprise. For those of you who don’t know what Skyrim is and somehow still got this far, it’s a massive, single player role playing game for the PC. Those of you still reading and having no desire to learn anymore about “video games” may be excused to go look at some funny cats.

Still here? OK! I was at the part in the main quest where the Dragonborn and his trusty follower Lydia were trying to rustle up an Elder Scroll in a region called Blackreach, a dark cavernous place with huge luminous fungi all over the place. After doing righteous battle with a Dwarven Centurion (and after resurrecting stupid Lydia for the third time) I came upon a temple looking building whose name I can’t remember, climbed many flights of stairs to the entrance, and I heard a gravelly voice scream “I SMELL WEAKNESS!” I had the captions on and the voice was identified as one Sauron, the big bad guy from Lord of the Rings. I was marveling, gobsmacked, at the 12 foot tall suit of Daedric armor, when it swatted me into the air with its trademark LOTR Mace. I was too busy enjoying the ragdoll hang time my character was getting to notice that Chester was most thoroughly dead.

Now, Chester is a likeable fellow, even with the funny ‘do, the knotted beard and the funked up eye, but this was just too much. He’s a level 25 Dragonborn Nord who has jogged all over Skyrim (horses are for pussies), fought dragons with one hand tied behind his back (sort of) and left nothing but smoking bones behind him as he moved on to the next fun thing (usually FUS-DOH-RAHing harmless wildlife off the side of mountains). But good old Sauron had just came out of nowhere, yelled “BOOGA, BOOGA!” and homered him into left center field! Now, this writer isn’t all too hip to the lore of Tamriel, but I was pretty darn sure that this wasn’t Mordor and Tolkien probably wasn’t working for Bethesda. I didn’t know what to ask first, the “how,” the “why” or the “what the fuck?” But think of that later!

My blood up, I reloaded from the save, had Chester slip on his trusty “Sacred Ring of Jeebus” (cheat ring extraordinaire), and went back into the fight. He did better this time, he was only KTFO’d (knocked the fuck out) four times as the Evil One played badminton with his wheeling body all over Blackreach. And then Chester DIED AGAIN! I spent 30 minutes, reloading, attacking, flying and dying and then decided to go primeval on his large ass. Console code TGM and then pound on the big guy in the red and black tin can for a solid five minutes. Chester got a beautiful killmove cinematic on the big fart (side note: When a six foot tall Nord moves in for a close kill on a twelve foot giant, the resulting “movie” looks almost… pr0n-like (shudder…)) and Sauron toppled like a tree.

I scavenged Sauron’s Mace, resurrected Lydia (for the fourth time), and spent a happy fifteen minutes swatting Falmer and their slaves into low earth orbit. Nothing to me, at that moment, was funnier than the sight of a live Falmer stuck to the ceiling having been bashed through the virtual walls of this temple. Exhausted, I saved, shutdown and went to sleep. Later, I’ll have to dig into my mods that I downloaded from Skyrim Nexus and see which one he popped out from. I have a suspect in mind, but we’ll see. I’ll post my mods and such for those who are interested.

Stupid Sauron…

Happy 50th, so far

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A few days ago I had my fiftieth birthday, a half century down, another half to go. Had a great time celebrating with Terry and as many of our family and friends as we could get with. Had chow at The Lob, cake and margaritas at Mom’s. Drank enough to be pleasantly buzzed but not enough to drunk. I haves drank that much in years. Shame that, it feels good!

The cancer is still there and still quiescent, in a couple of weeks I get another CT scan and see the doc. But so far everything is cool on that front and will be, I guess, as long as I can get those expensive shots. I worry about that sometimes…

Still driving a truck, still being aggravated by shippers, receivers and dispatchers but that is SOP for a trucker. At this moment, I’m waiting for a unloading dock three hours past my appointment time and the rest of my weekend work schedule is totally fucked. The dispatch dudes are scrambling for ways to make it all work out, but I expect little result. “Hours Of Service” is a bitch.

Terry and Bandit, our "new baby."

Meet the Puppeh!

Oh, I almost forgot. Meet our new baby. Bandit, a 1-year-old Chihuahua “rescued” from the local Humane Society. While I was on the road, Terry sent me a picture (not this one) of a sweet little pup and asked if we wanted him. When I was finally able to call back, it was already a done deal, as I suspected it would be. He was leery of the “smelly trucker” when I got home but now we get along fine. He’s definitely a “Mama”s Dog” for sure. He’s not as socialized as we’d like him to be, and he’s not quick to learn new tricks or even play much, but he’s a lover and wants nothing more than to have his belly and chest rubbed. Don’t we all…

The reason we have a new baby in the house is a sad one. Our 12-year-old Rat Terrier, Teena, passed away suddenly and pretty much devastated both of us. It was unexpected and very quick and neither of us was looking to get a new dog soon. But Terry saw the new pup at PetSmart, where the Humane Society and other no-kill shelters parade the new critters looking for forever home. Obviously, it was love at first sight for both.

The Battle Continues

Just got back from the oncologist where the results of my scan were told to me, no new news here, and I got my first shot of Octreotide, something that will help with the symptoms and retard the growth of the carcinoid tumors. No new growth or outbreaks other than the ones we already knew about and I looks like the meds will do the trick for now. Back in 4 weeks or so for another shot (I gotta remember, LEFT cheek next time), and some more blood work to make sure the liver is functioning properly, just like it is now.

I’ve got mixed feeling about all this. Yeah, it’s a cancer, or sorta… Carcinoid is the operative word here. But it’s rare enough that no one knows a lot about it. According to the Doc, many people live long lives with this stuff, even undiagnosed. But if it wanted to, this carcinoid stuff can be a real bitch. I’m not in any hurry to die, and with a treatment that works, I can live another 20 – 30 years. Considering I’m already pushing 50, I can deal. If I keep on top of it, and I can afford the meds, I should be fine.

People are trying to get me to put in for SSI disability. It seems to me that, since I don’t consider myself disabled, this would be a waste of time for everyone involved. The Doc seems to think this won’t affect me working, and the carcinoid ain’t so aggressive that it will give me any problems I won’t see a long way off.

Sure I’d like to have a job where I’m spending more time at home, but NOW is not the time to be trying for that. I can drive a truck, I can do it well, so that’s what I’ll be doing come 2012. I need to get back to work, I’ve been outta work since November 12th and “Momma needs new shoes!”

Thanks again to all the family and friends who have helped us out and thank you, he folks who have been reading this little blog. I intend to keep up with this thing more often for 2012 (Hmm, my first resolution?) so stand by…

Here’s The Deal…

I’ve been diagnosed with a neuroendocrine carcinoid tumor of the small intestine that has metastasized to the liver. Still being figured out but the multiple tumors in the liver are not operable because of the number and size. There are therapies to keep it from progressing, but so far it just looks like this is something I’m going to have to “live” with. More testing will be done and I’ll know better what’s going on.

I’ve been out of work and without income since November 12th and I’m not sure how Terry and I are going to make it right now. After having the tumor removed from the small intestine, I’m still on light duty till Jan 2nd. Light duty, of course, means nothing to me in this context being I’m a truck driver for a company in Illinois. There;s not a lot of work around here right now.

I’m not sure how I feel about all this now. I don’t know whether I’ve got 20 years to live or a number shorter than that. I can’t see the future. What hurts the most is the way its affecting my family, frankly. I don’t know what to do.I just want to live as long as I can and be something other than a lump…

Anyways, more later.

Another Lost Weekend…

Another slow weekend out on the road enjoying the fine hometown ambiance of Rochelle, IL . My truck was “bleeding” coolant, a very apt metaphor because the coolant is red and gets all crusty when it dries. Because the need to head immediately to the shop, and not knowing the seriousness of the repair, the loads stacked on me were given to others and I had to settle for what’s left. But the previous week was a busy one, so it’s no great loss and the repair turned out to be minor. Not that you would have known it from the “carnage” under the hood.

So, now I’m sitting, waiting to pickup a load that doesn’t deliver till Monday morning. I got the IntarWebToobs to keep me occupied, and I could always nap. Unless you folks want to keep me busy by pestering me with phone calls and Facebook updates (hint, hint), I would stay awake for that. Winking smile

Rooted My Phone, Today

I got tired of all the AT&T bloatware and decided to “root” my HTC Inspire. For those of you who don’t know, “root” is almost the same thing as “jailbreak” when it comes to iPhones. But its much more. A failed attempt to root your Android phone can, in rare cases, turn your phone into an expensive brick. There were a few bobbles with the process and at one point I thought the unthinkable had happened, but rereading the directions got me over it.

Now the phone is faster and more responsive than before and I’m not locked into whatever AT&T decides to throw at me. Previously, I had apps that would be running that I didn’t use and could not get rid of.

Its all better now!