Three years. So here it is, that day that has significance to probably just me. Seeing as it is my day that I have set aside to do my “year in review”. The first order of business would be to read the last two years worth. The Year In Review 1999 and The Year In Review 2000.

This year has been the same. Every year is just about the same for me. I have a well knit group of friends. Friends I wouldn’t trade for anything. And I am the same every year (besides that one summer I couldn’t listen to Billy Joel in my car, that is). The 1999 bit I wrote is a definite list of people I couldn’t do without. The 1999 bit I just can’t top. It really does sum it up.

This post is a departure from the last two years. The last two years were written and posted by 10:30pm. 10:30pm being the time the post I wrote when I had just got fired. This one had to be done in advance. As I stated last time, I’m going out for a beer at the Bop.

Well it doesn’t seem like it’s already December. But here it is the first of the month. Time flies when your having fun? Two thousand and two is just around the corner.

There are a few things I’m looking forward to in 2002. January 31st is the day my site turns four. That’s kind of cool. I think it’s amazing that this site has lasted four years.

The Star Wars Geek in me is looking forward to May 2002. It opens May 15th? I’m going with that faith stuff that the religious people always have that Episode II will be good. Better than Episode One at least. Asking for Jar Jar to be cut into little bite size pieces is asking for to much?

So how is everyone doing? Me I’m good. I haven’t been getting much play time in with DAoC. I just have been playing to much of the games I talked about on the 24th of November. And yeah if you think like Hunt I’m a loser. So I’m going to try to get some more time in with DAoC in the next couple of days.

I got a Poll over on the right. It’s another one of those things I don’t need but have. It’s kind of like the Forum.

I’ve got a bunch of hits from Blue’s News. I don’t know what that means, if it means anything. I think it’s cool that someone from over there has checked the my site out. I wouldn’t want a mention on Blue’s though. That would kill me. Hit wise it would be through the roof.

Well that’s it for now. December is a slow time for me. It’s dead at the hotel also. Go vote in the Poll.

Well it’s been a while again. A few things going on that has kept me from my site. Real life has a way of getting in the way sometimes. On the 6th of December my Grandma passed away. It wasn’t something anyone would thought would happen. At least happen any time soon. But it did.

Me and Betty were not close. We didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things. She could be really mean and at the same time be really funny. She was 79 and she didn’t act her age. This is the greatest compliment I can give her.

Because she didn’t act like an old person. She went out and did things and didn’t wait around for death to take her. I saw her last on the 4th and me and my Mom and her had a few beers after an ABWA meeting she was a part of. The next day she went in for some procedures.

The rest is, as they say history. I’ve talked about death before. And as in the past here is how the Bard put it:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?

To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d.

To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

My man Bill makes more sense to me than any bible quote. The “To be or not to be” passage explains how I feel about the subject of death.

So I just buried one Grandmother, now it seems my last one isn’t doing so good. The cousins from Florida were closer to my Grandma we buried on Monday. This Grandma means the world to me. The cousins up north are not really that close. Different set of cousins by the way. The Grandma that died is my moms mother. The Grandma that’s sick is my dads mother.

I took off work for the funeral on Sunday and then took Monday off when I found out about my Grandma. Sunday the guy who does the Audit with me filled in for me. Which was cool for me and him. For me it let me get some sleep for the tiring two days that dealt with the funeral. On Tuesday the Front Desk Manager worked because the guy wouldn’t come in.

When I heard this I had to laugh. I had been wanting to put the hotel in this kind of situation to see what “they” would do. I heard from a few people something along the lines of “the poor Front Desk Manager.” The FDM had to pull the third shift on Monday night and then had to attend the Manager staff meeting at one on Tuesday.

Yeah I don’t feel sorry for the lady. Bad me. But this is the person who cut me a hour each day. This is a person who has cut a friend of mine twice now. So you will have to forgive me if I don’t shed a tear for the FDM. Anyway last time I checked that’s what the FDM does. It’s her job.

As it usually goes with these kind of events in my life there is one constant. No matter how bad it gets or how hard I take these things I always can count on a few people. It’s the usual suspects.

I need to again say that I don’t know what I would do some times if it wasn’t for Mr. Isley. Scratch that, make it all the Isley’s. Troy came with me to go see Grandma in the hospital on Monday. He went with me down to the bop afterwards. No words were spoken regarding the subject at hand. Again as usual words were not necessary.

But I just can’t possibly ever repay them for all the times they have been there for me. It’s a huge debt I owe.

Well since the last time I wrote, I’ve tried a few times to throw up something. Heh, throw up. I think I’m going to run with that. Let’s see on the 14th I went out with the Isley’s and did some hostile karaoke/drinking.

I haven’t had a good puke in a while. You see I’m kinda fucked in the head when it comes to the vomiting after drinking. Or for that matter during drinking. It is a refreshing kind of thing for me.

Sick but true. I did a rather hostile take of a Beatle tune and Sinatra. I was really hostile when I did Margaritavile. And I did Margaritavile my way. Instead of singing “I know it my fault” or some whiny shit like that, I scream out “it’s her damn fault.”

But I was in one of those moods. You see according to a brain trust of cluster fucks called doctors my grandma has any where from two months to a year. The fucking quacks I wish they would at least get together and all be on the same fucking page when they make shit up.

Well that’s enough anger for one morning. Back to work. I hate all of these fucks that work here. Except for Stanley.