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So...
This past Saturday, nearly two weeks after The Warning Sign That Wasn't, my wife and I decided that we should try our luck in the First Response lottery.
So we bought our ticket and returned home, full of nervous anticipation. I dutifully read the contest rules, then carefully explained to my wife how to perform the drawing. A few seconds later I found myself hunched forward on the couch, desperately trying to find something on T.V. that would keep the next three minutes from feeling like hours.
(7:44 PM)
For me, channel surfing is a treasured pastime. I have been known to spend an entire half hour lazily scrolling through basic cable's meager offerings waiting for the next batch of shows to start, hoping for something palatable enough to melt my brain to.
I spent what must have been an entire afternoon worth of daytime junk scrolling channels, trying to kill time.
(7:45 PM)
New tactic needed. Fine.
I settle on a channel and decide to see if I can recite the commerials (I watch alot of T.V.).
"Nausea, heartburn, indigestion, upset stomach, diarrhea..." Ah, the Macarena-based Pepto Bismol song and dance. I spend a few moments pondering what bothers me more: the song, or the fact that I can sing it?
(7:46 PM)
Sweet Celestial Patriarch! Why has the flow of time broken?! What have I done to trap myself in this temporal morass? Am I cursed to forever exist in anticipation of this moment of truth, eternally waiting for that fifth daily number? Why!? Why am I tormented so?!
(7:47 PM)
Oh, time to go check the ticket. Right. Let me go do that. Just a second, though, I like this commercial.
Look, honey, the baby polar bear is drinking a coke with the penguins. Isn't that cute? Of course, everybody knows that polar bears and penguins live on opposite sides of the world. Well, except for those tropical penguins. You remember, the ones we saw in Hawai'i. I gotta admit, before that I didn't know there were tropical penguins...
What's that? The ticket? Oh, right. Yes. Let me go check that.
Guess what, honey. We won the lottery. Says so right here, two pink lines means you won.
Of course, we need to go the the Verification Office and make sure we aren't one of the 1.6% of consumers who did not get the expected results.
What's that? Verification Office isn't open on weekends? Have to wait 'til Monday?
Hm, well. How hard could that be? Um, how many minutes does Sunday have?
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Well, Monday came and it was off to work. I kept myself as busy as possible during the day. You know what they say: "Time flies when you're thinking of anything except the Lottery Verification Office."
They lie.
A nice, traffic-filled drive home, followed by a plop on the couch to play video games (the channel surfing, commercial singing route was not going to cut it).
I didn't notice it too much the first time I played through, but Final Fantasy X is more like a movie with a few video game moments than an actual video game. And let me tell you, I did not give a rat's ass about whether or not Yuna was going to die at the end of her pilgrimage.
Eventually my wife came home. She was on the phone when she walked in. I patiently (sort of) waited for her to finish her conversation. Which she eventually did.
Wife: Hey, sweetie, how was work?
Ungoded: Uh, good. You?
Wife: It was okay.
Ungoded: So, how did things go at the Lottery Verification Office?
author's note: I wasn't sure if I should stick to the metaphor or let this conversation play out closer to how it actually happened. Ultimately I decided to go with the metaphor, 'cause I like it.
Wife: I don't have an ear infection.
And here the metaphor breaks down anyway. Oh, well, it was fun while it lasted. I should note that this is not the non-sequitur that it appears to be. Her ears have been bothering her for weeks, she decided to get them checked out while she was there.
Ungoded: Good. Good. That's good. And, uh, that other thing?
Wife: Six weeks along.
Ungoded: Woohoo! We won the lottery! Welcome back metaphor, welcome back.

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You know, I had to re-read this three times to figure out the point. The entire time, I was thinking "Man, the Powerbowl (or whatever) has gotten really weird since I've left".
Yeah, I might have gone a little overboard with the lottery thing there. I tend to do that.
Congrats.
Thank you.

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Beautifully written story.
Thank you. I started out with the intent of a simple announcement, but I like this better.
Print it and save it for you kid, he/she will get a kick out of it.
Excellent idea. Makes me glad I decided not to carry the metaphor to the point of referring to my unborn child as a "cash prize."
Congrats bro! I would like to be the first to suggest "Meepo" as a name for the lil' monster.
Thank you. I think the naming issue might end up being a point of contention in my house. I've offered up Tasselhoff and Aragorn as possibilities for a boy. Both were shot down.
Hm...what about Cash Prize?

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Congratulations!
Thank you.
I guess that puts Gen Con out of the picture, but Origins is still in, right? Hitchcock can give you parenting advice while we enjoy a bucket of Corona or two!
That, sir, is an excellent idea. Of course, I don't recall much of the marital advice I got over the last couple of buckets, but I'm pretty sure the band was good.

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Here, let me help:
In the next few months, you will hear this over, and over, and over, by well meaning but infuriating well-wishers:
1. Your entire life will change.
2. SLEEP NOW.Smile...nod...
Yeah, I'm always amused by the people who think they are the first to give you a piece of cliched advice or make a "funny" comment that was old when they heard it.
Well, not always amused. I'm amused the first few times. After that, the smiling and nodding...

Turin the Mad |

Here, let me help:
In the next few months, you will hear this over, and over, and over, by well meaning but infuriating well-wishers:
1. Your entire life will change.
2. SLEEP NOW.Smile...nod...
Yes, because no matter how much sleep you get now, it will never bank enough to make up for the mind-shattering eldritch hideousness that will become your sleeping pattern later, about ... oh, Memorial Day weekend if she's six weeks along (leaving a mere 34 weeks to go... oh joy, oh rapture!).
Seriously though, congratulations on the kiddo, may your bundle of joy BE a bundle of joy through and through.
And here I thought most of us were smart enough not to mate and produce offspring that will hate us and become jocks when they become teenagers...

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mwbeeler wrote:Yes, because no matter how much sleep you get now, it will never bank enough to make up for the mind-shattering eldritch hideousness that will become your sleeping pattern later, about ... oh, Memorial Day weekend if she's six weeks along (leaving a mere 34 weeks to go... oh joy, oh rapture!).Here, let me help:
In the next few months, you will hear this over, and over, and over, by well meaning but infuriating well-wishers:
1. Your entire life will change.
2. SLEEP NOW.Smile...nod...
ETA 8/7/2008, actually. I eagerly anticipate the sleepless nights.
Seriously though, congratulations on the kiddo, may your bundle of joy BE a bundle of joy through and through.
Thank you.
And here I thought most of us were smart enough not to mate and produce offspring that will hate us and become jocks when they become teenagers...
If the kid has even an ounce of athletic talent, I'll know it's not mine.

Dirk Gently |

Huzzah! More teeny gamers running about the world! (Even if s/he does become a jock, there will be a geek time in his/her life.)
Well, I don't think that you're quite sick of the congradulations yet, so CONGRADULATIONS!
And on the story bit, I, for one, got it the first time around. And thought it was hilarious. Good job.

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Huzzah! More teeny gamers running about the world! (Even if s/he does become a jock, there will be a geek time in his/her life.)
Well, I don't think that you're quite sick of the congradulations yet, so CONGRADULATIONS!
And on the story bit, I, for one, got it the first time around. And thought it was hilarious. Good job.
Good thing you weren't giving them CONGRATULATIONS with a T. That would just be cliche.

Dirk Gently |

Dirk Gently wrote:Good thing you weren't giving them CONGRATULATIONS with a T. That would just be cliche.Huzzah! More teeny gamers running about the world! (Even if s/he does become a jock, there will be a geek time in his/her life.)
Well, I don't think that you're quite sick of the congradulations yet, so CONGRADULATIONS!
And on the story bit, I, for one, got it the first time around. And thought it was hilarious. Good job.
I always misspell it. On purpose even. CONGRADULAMIGATIONS! See.

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The Eldritch Mr. Shiny wrote:I always misspell it. On purpose even. CONGRADULAMIGATIONS! See.Dirk Gently wrote:Good thing you weren't giving them CONGRATULATIONS with a T. That would just be cliche.Huzzah! More teeny gamers running about the world! (Even if s/he does become a jock, there will be a geek time in his/her life.)
Well, I don't think that you're quite sick of the congradulations yet, so CONGRADULATIONS!
And on the story bit, I, for one, got it the first time around. And thought it was hilarious. Good job.
CONGRABULATIONS! A WINNER IS YOU!
CONGRATURATION FROM CAPCOM ALL STAFF!CONGRATULALIONS! <= this one was on a cake I was given once. Ouch.

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Huzzah! More teeny gamers running about the world! (Even if s/he does become a jock, there will be a geek time in his/her life.)
At least as a child.
Well, I don't think that you're quite sick of the congradulations yet, so CONGRADULATIONS!
Thank you.
And on the story bit, I, for one, got it the first time around. And thought it was hilarious. Good job.
Good to hear, maybe all that time wasn't a waste after all.

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Dirk Gently wrote:Good thing you weren't giving them CONGRATULATIONS with a T. That would just be cliche.Huzzah! More teeny gamers running about the world! (Even if s/he does become a jock, there will be a geek time in his/her life.)
Well, I don't think that you're quite sick of the congradulations yet, so CONGRADULATIONS!
And on the story bit, I, for one, got it the first time around. And thought it was hilarious. Good job.
Couldn't have said it better myself.
I've recieved lots of congratulations with a "t". That "d" makes it special.

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Congratulations, my friend.
Thank you.
Get your sleep in now and save it up in a camel hump
What a lucky coincidence, I happen to have a camel hump that I can use. I was using it to store my plans for next year...
because you'll need it in T minus...
34 weeks, and counting.

Vomit Guy |

Vomit Guy wrote:Congratulations!Thank you.
Vomit Guy wrote:Huh, and I was going to go with Bllllooooorrrrppphhhhh!As for names, I'll just go ahead and suggest......
....Ralph
Hmmm.....Bllllooooorrrrppphhhhh! certainly does have a nice ring to it. You may also want to consider Sploooooooooooooorrrrrtttccchhh

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I thought you actually had won the lottery; I had my begging letter ready and everything...
Actually winning the lottery would be a nice alternative to spending less money, which is the current plan.
Tell you what, if I do win the big money, I'll have Paizo send you a nice GameMastery gift basket.