Hi Hi!

Hope you're all having a lovely Easter weekend (if you celebrate it. If not, then shaaaame =P). I think they have an egg finding thing for the kids in the park here this weekend, which is nice.

Anyway, I posted this on off topic, but it was quickly bumped off page 1 for more worthy topics, such as "What's this thing on the back of my neck?", and "does anyone else eat cat food when no one is looking?".

This kinda came about when me and John went to Third Planet a couple weeks ago. Its a small place that sells tabletop rpg games, D&D stuffs, dice, comics, miniatures, violent card games, and hosts live games in the back. In short, its Nerd Central. (John was a nerd in High School). Now , I have no problem with nerds, geeks, dorks, morlocks, mole people, eskimos, cannibals, living impaired, etc, but that store gives off some of the heaviest nerd vibes that Ive felt in awhile.

So while John browsed miniatures (he likes painting them), I was looking at the tabletop games, you know, the boxed ones? (I wasnt a nerd in high school =P). Any of you guys notice how much some of those boxed rpg games look like each other? Like they have different pieces and boards, but its like the same game? I saw two pirate games and except for the names, they looked almost alike. Almost the same board, same ship pieces, same dice, except I think one came with a leather eyepatch and one came with an imitation leather eyepatch =P. They should have at least thrown a parrot in one of em.

So I'm hanging out by the door, in case one of the kids in the back, who are engaged in a heated game of D&D ("You cant equip that shock shield!, your ranger cant use shields!"), decides to come at me for no reason. I'm also trying avoid the frequent stares of the eight year old behind the counter, who looks like he just walked out of Hot Topic.

Anyway, John comes over, and looks like hes about to puke. He says we should go, and that hes not feeling good. Being a humanitarian, I ask if hes okay. He shakes his head and whispers something that only Clark Kent could possibly hear. I blink and ask him what he said. He says it again (and I still barely hear this), but it sounds like, "I have the big C".

Duh huh?? (that was my reaction too).

"The who?"

"You know, starts with a C..". he whispers.

(Could he possibly be more vague? Thank God he isnt a pharmacist =P).

"chicken pox?", I ask.

He shakes his head.

"citric acid?"

He shakes his head again.

"Cancer? .....Cholera?"

He rolls his eyes, and yells, "I'm constipated!"

Now I dont know if it was the acoustics in the place or what, but when he yelled it, it kind of bounced off the walls and sounded more like "I'm constipated-ated-ated". Of course, he turned beet red and looked around. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. The D&D kids smirked, and the eight year old behind the counter almost inhaled the straw from his juice box.

Needless to say, it got me thinking. Oh, dont worry, John's fine. Sure, he'll never go anywhere near the place again, but like I told him, it isnt much of a loss.

So are there stores you wont go into? I know guys who wont set foot into Victoria's Secret, even though they're married and their wives go in all the time. (I assume they're a little too close to trying something on themselves, which isnt a pleasant thought).