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Saturday, October 29th, 2011

Ok, so to preface this post, I work for Games Workshop.

Yes sir, kinda awesome. Moving on…

I had the pleasure of competing this week in the Staff Only Throne of Skulls Tourney at Warhammer World: USA, in Memphis, TN.

I brought with me the glory of the SPACE PIGS!

Well, officially I used the Space Wolf Codex and replaced the word ‘Wolf’ with ‘Pig’. The results were awesome.

The Space Pigs finished 1-0-2 in the tourney, and thanks to at least 2 of my opponents naming me their favorite opponent (Extra points) I won the award as BEST SPACE WOLF PLAYER. Kinda cool.

Anyways, I thought I might just toss up my army list, which is pig themed, to the interwebs at large so that I might get flamed for being ‘non-optimal’. I say that if you do things the right way in the right spirit, you always should prevail, and when you do, it makes everything much sweeter.

Swinus Hogborn (Canis Wolfborn)
Hogrisian Pig (Fenrisian Wolf)
195 points

Loan Pig (Lone Wolf)
Thunder Hammer
50 points

Bacon Scouts (Wolf Scouts)
5x Melta Bombs
Flamer (Cause they are Bacon. Get it…Bake’n?)
Power Weapon
120 points


Mudd Hunters (Grey Hunters)
6 Marines
Power Fist
Razorback (Of course)
Extra Armor
Twin Lascannon
210 points

Mudd Hunters (Grey Hunters)
6 Marines
Power Fist
Razorback (Of course)
Extra Armor
Twin Lascannon
210 points

Mudd Hunters (Grey Hunters)
6 Marines
Power Fist
Razorback (Of course)
Extra Armor
Lascannon + Twin Plasma
210 points

Fast Attack:

Thunderpig Cavalry (Thunderwolf Cavalry)
5 Thunderpig Cavalry
Thunder Hammer
280 points

Heavy Support:

85 points

Long Tusks (Long Fangs)
5 Missile Launchers
140 points

TOTAL: 1500 points

I do not think I forgot anything.

folks in my store told me that I was dumb for not running 3 squads of Long Fangs. I thought they were dumb for spamming 3 of the same heavy support. I personally have a belief when it comes to 40k; Unless it is totally for story purposes, you should not run more than 1 of anything that is not troops. To do so makes you lame.

And on that same note, 2 other Space Wolf players that I saw both ran 3 squads of Long Fangs. In my head I made fun of them for being killjoys. Note that despite the fact that both of them finished with better overall records than me…I took home the plaque because people appreciate it when you play the game THE RIGHT WAY.

Enough soapboxing, I just wanted to share the list for the AWARD WINNING SPACE PIGS!!!


I will hurt Omar ‘Slam’ Duncan

Saturday, January 8th, 2011

Next Saturday in Newhall, CA; I will hurt Omar ‘Slam’ Duncan.

I will face him in a ‘Free Brawl’. And this means that the kid gloves are off.

The last time I entered the ring I was blinded for 3 days after. I still gave 8 minutes of what was described as a ‘Great match’.

So look out Omar, I am healed up and ready to beat the living hell out of you.

See you in Newhall.


The Workshop of Games

Friday, October 23rd, 2009

If you’re a close, personal friend of this website…then you know that I am undergoing some life changes at the moment.

Simply treading water is going by the wayside.

A few months ago I got fired from ‘The Grease Pit’ aka Buca Di Beppo at Universal City. The reasons for this were numerous, ‘The shoes they made me buy for the job a year previous were no longer the shoes they wanted me to wear on the job’, ‘Having 10 years of job knowledge made me more of a liability than a benefit’, and also ‘I wasn’t either Mexican or Female’. come to mind.

But fuck them. What are 10 years of a person’s life when it comes to corporate incompetence?

No, this has happened for reasons that may or may not whup a llama’s ass;

I got my dream job as general manager at a Games Workshop store.

I have been a table top gamer since I was 8 years old, and my Dad taught me to play ‘Up Front’ (A game I am a 2 time world champion of BTW) and beat me over 100 times in a row in. From there I naturally moved away from war games towards fantasy games, as is my nature. This, of course, led me to the Games Workshop family.

Thusly, when I was faced with a lifetime crossroads style dilemma, I decided it would be best to make a list of companies that I love and respect and would enjoy working for. In that list Games Workshop was #1, and the list was long.

So I applied online for a job with Games Workshop. I got no answer. Fuck that, I am awesome. So I called the local store in Glendale and asked, ‘Hey, are you guys hiring?’ Shockingly in this economy, the answer was…’Yeah, we’re totally hiring right now.’

OH CRAP! Seriously? cause most everyone I talk to is worthless and does not desire a nerd of explosive properties to work for them! So I told the fellow over the phone…’I'll be right there’.

I showed up in store 45 minutes later and met everyone involved while discussing career prospects. ‘They are having a job seminar in Westminster, you should totally go to that!.’ He added, ‘If I may also offer a piece of advice, go for manager, they are looking for those’. Good freaking advice! I’ll take it sir!

So I went to the ‘LA Battle Bunker’ in Westminster CA, to attend my Job Seminar.

I showed up in a suit. Let’s be frank…the one good suit I own. Mew had slept on it the night before, and the suit jacket was covered in cat hair. I did not notice this til after I had gotten there and was pulling it out of the trunk to put on. I made the executive position to not wear the jacket…good decision!

I counted 18 people at the initial process. What was funny to me was that more people brought their army with them than brought a resume. I figured I was up against a safe group. Let’s go dominate.

We sat through a general Power Point presentation about the history of GW. In short; They are awesome, you would be best served to work for them. End of story.

From there, they set up a demo game of 40k for us to enjoy while other stuff went down. I watched the supposed Alphas of the group totally dominate that part of the process. When I saw that it was under total control, I stepped back…as the true leaders would do.

The interview process started. I had heard through the grapevine that we were going to ask questions of each other instead of the normal process for interviewing. Interesting. I decided that this was a test as much if not more of the interviewer than it was of the guy answering the questions. This being said I (Of course) had a plan.

When the moment came…I was ready. The guy I was ‘Interviewing’ was clearly not ready for this level of anything. He was debating whether or not to even show up in his own words. He had only ever had one job, and that was in the boy scouts, and it was only cause his Dad was scout master. He knew nothing of GW products, and could not even explain what a Space Marine was cause he had no idea. He was easy to crush. That being said, I had a mission;

The question was; ‘Can you describe a time when you initial plan did not work and you had to, on the fly, create an immediate backup plan?’ My mission; Appear to listen to his answer, then provide a backup question on the fly. Because…Why would they have US ask the questions instead of them if they did not want a follow up from us to asked? Was that not OBVIOUSLY part of the test???

I must have passed.

They had been calling people in 3 at a time for interviews. No long after my interview I heard the following;

‘We would like to see the following…Ray…’

And that was it. Hells to the yeah my friend!

I was pulled into the back office and told that I was a good fit with the company, and that they wanted to see more.

Yes sir! Second interview granted!

I came by the same store 3 days later for a ‘formal’ interview. I was pumped, I was ready, I was fired the F up!

I showed up for said interview. I got there WAY to early. F’ing noob I thought as I waited around. My actual interview happened a full half hour later than I was told. To be fair, in Hollywood interview/audition speak it means it happened right on time. that being said I was trying to see what was up in the store and ended up having a full on conversation with a Scottish fellow who wanted to tell me every detail of his and his son’s fantasy army and why they made the choices that they did. Much of this went over my head as I play neither army, but it killed my time so I was all upons.

Interview started right as he was about to tell me all about the magic portion of his dwarf army. I’d like to say VICTORY!

I thought I was most average in this part of the interview process.

I asked my Dad later about it specific by specific…this is my nature.

He told me I actually did a great job.

I got another call from corporate HQ not much longer. hey wanted to interview me over the phone, I was down. I think I rocked it harder than Dethklok rocks faces.

At the end, it was all, ‘Oh yeah, by the way, we totally want you to come to GW HQ for more stuff!’


I must be something good, cause it’s been 3 steps and they still do not hate me!

They flew me to GW HQ in Glen Burnie, MD, for a full manager assessment seminar.

I had more fun at this step than any step before. It was at this point that I thought, ‘Holy crap, I really want to work for these people. This would be the best job ever! As far as sell out jobs go (From an actor’s viewpoint) This is about the best job I could ever have!!!

Thusly I was very happy to go in and crush it as hard as I did.

Role playing management scenario; Once I said I had been trained in improv theatre my assessment guru said, ‘Well, I look forward to working with a real pro for a change’. WIN!

Management skills scenario; i was given a task of telling others how to create a K’nex vehicle. I invented a new grid system that the guy viewing has ‘Never conceived of before’. WIN!

When asked to run a demo of the GW Lord of the Rings game (Which I had never played) I was told that I created great stories and energy, and left a great impression, despite the fact that I had no F’ing clue what the heck I was talking about. WIN!

All this and I got a picture of me standing next to a life sized Space Marine? TOTAL WIN!

I got a call a couple weeks later telling me that I was in their plans. They want me to run a store.

A couple days later I got more specifics; Run our store just outside LA, in Thousand Oaks. Just enough outside LA to be annoying, not enough outside LA to make you irrelevant. WIN!

So now I embark on possibly the most awesome chapter of my life I have ever ventured upon. On this upcoming Monday I am being flown to Baltimore to GW HQ for 5 weeks to get a full training on the entire table top wargaming hobby, as I start my new career in the hobby.

Worst things have happened to me in life.

So anyways, that is what is fully up with me. I am for the first time able to embrace my full nerd-dom and will now be working full time in that field. I do not plan on quitting either acting or writing. Since what I had been doing before actually fits into the same schedule as I had been fully running before, very little will change.

Except for my personal happiness.

And this is the best news of all.

I’ll see all y’all in December, when I am in full control of my own GW store.

Much love, and Space Orks for all.


Baseball Proof…

Wednesday, October 7th, 2009

…that I am awesome.

First off, the fantasy baseball season is now over.

This year I competed in 2 leagues.

This year I won 2 leagues.

Oh yeah, that’s right, dominance in both. Head to head? Roto? Does not matter, I crush them all.

Also, at the start of the season I had a bunch of peeps submit their picks for baseball winners this year, let’s see who did best?

Almighty Ray: 6 correct playoff teams.

AL East: Boston
AL Central: Minnesota
AL West: LA Angels
Wild Card: Tampa Bay

NL East: Philadelphia
NL Central: Chicago Cubs
NL West: LA Dodgers
Wild Card: St. Louis

David Nowell: 4 correct playoff teams

Red Sox – WC

Phillies – WC

Rick Paulas: 4 correct playoff teams

AL West: Angels
AL Central: Royals
AL East: Red Sox
Wild Card: Yankees

NL West: Dodgers
NL Central: Reds
NL East: Mets
Wild Card: Marlins

Tom Pearce: 4 correct playoff teams.

AL East: Rays
AL Central: Indians
AL West: LA Angels
Wild Card: Boston

NL East: Braves
NL Central: Cardinals
NL West: LA Dodgers
Wild Card: Cubs

Jason McClain: 2 correct playoff teams.

AL East – Tampa Bay (best rotation in baseball with depth in minors)
AL Central – Cleveland (horrible division that someone has to win)
AL West – Oakland (young talent with Giambi and Holliday)
Wild Card – Boston (Yankees are too old to last all season)

NL East – New York (I like Atlanta’s youth, but this is the year Reyes and Wright do it)
NL Central – Cincinnati (Great young hitting and pitching in a weak Central – don’t expect Harden and Zambrano to stay healthy all year)
NL West – Los Angeles (Best lineup in the NL and good pitchers as well)
Wild Card – Arizona (See Cincinnati – great young hitting and pitching – go Max Scherzer)

I do think that was everyone who played this year. I do find it a little hilarious that Jason picked Oakland to win because of contributions from Holliday and Giambi, and by season’s end neither one was still playing with Oakland.

So, as you can see, I once again stand alone in my vast and expansive knowledge of baseball. Nobody even got close to my correctness, and once again I remain undefeated in MLB pickyness.

Now…where do I go to collect my winnings?


Me on the 6 o’clock news

Wednesday, June 17th, 2009

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Tuesday, May 12th, 2009

Ok listen up you Dickholes and Teabaggers, I’m only going to say this 32 times;

I am now on

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Thank you.


Visiting Fans

Friday, May 8th, 2009

I have long been fascinated by the concept of visiting fans. You have a whole stadium of people all banded together in support of one team, one concept, one way of life. Yet there are a few pockets of hateful resistance who reject your beliefs, who reject your way of life, who reject your team! In your own stadium no less! Those people take on larger than life importance suddenly and all you want to do is send them home an unhappy loser. Those people are the rabble rousing minority I know to be visiting fans.

That all being said, I got the delightful joy last night of being one of those visiting fans.

Detroit Red Wings VS. Anaheim Ducks. Game 4 of the Stanley Cup playoffs. The Ducks and Wings had played each other very tough in the first 3 games of this series. Each game decided by one goal, including a toiugh Ducks victory in overtime in game 2. In game 3 the Red Wings scored what looked to be a game tying goal late which was disallowed by the ref’s under bad pretense. This all set the stage for game 4, where the Ducks had a 2-1 series lead, despite being the 8 seed underdogs to the Detroit 2 seed juggernaut.

It was myself, Matt, Julia, and Rick. A interesting dynamic to say the least. Matt is a fellow Detroiter, and one who is likely to not cause a riff in any way. He wore a Lidstrom jersey. Rick is a Chicagoan who had no rooting interest. Julia is a Canadian who also had no rooting interest, except a desire to see me an unhappy loser. I was decked out in my old school #20 Martin LaPointe jersey. LaPointe was an important cog in the Red Wings machine when they won their first 2 recent cups in 1997 and 1998.

We took our nosebleed seats (Although give the Honda Center credit, there are no bad seats) with our various beers, hot dogs, and pretzels. Within the first minute of play the Ducks scored. It was unreal. The place just came alive as if it was Anaheim fans who had a birthright to win that cup.

There was a row of Duck fans behind me who had already singled me out as one who they planned to antagonize. One leaned forward close to me and said (To his friend) ‘You know the papers said that the Red Wings would come out all fired up early in this game after what happened in game 3. So much for that, right?’.

I sat on my hands, as a visiting fan is supposed to do when there is nothing to say. In fact, when the Ducks scored or made a good play I was right there clapping for them, still knowing my team was better, but applauding for good hockey. See, I’m not SO hateful.

The Red Wings scored 2 goals to equalize and then take the lead in the first period. I jumped up, cheered, and high fived nearby Detroit fans each time they scored, as I do believe I should given my excitement in those moments. I turned to Matt and said (So the guys behind me could hear it) ‘You know, the papers said that the Red Wings were going to come out and play well today given what happened in game 3. I guess they were right’.

It is at this point that I must acknowledge a particular skill that I have. I possess an inherent ability to piss people off. For whatever reason I discovered long ago how to push people’s buttons (Sometimes without doing much at all) and I do not hate this fact. life is supposed to be fun, and what is fun without villains? Well, comic book/movie villains, not the real ones who kill you and stuff. So when I say I cheered and clapped and got excited, know that this grated on all the Ducks fans around me.

When I think of visiting fans, I remember being at the World Series in 1999. I was (And still am) a fan of the Atlanta Braves. And due to an advertising job I had at the time, I got the chance to acquire free, good seats to a World Series game in Atlanta against the hated New York Yankees. In that game (And series) we got just killed. We lost something like 8-1. But what I remember was 2 Yankees fan who sat behind us and just played the part of loud visiting fans the whole game. I just hated them, but there is not much to say when you are down 8-1 is there? I mean, they went back and forth with people around them, kept it clean, kept it smart, and I could at least appreciate them, if not the game I was watching, ugh.

Anyways, during the intermission I went and got another beer, settled back into my seat, and began to enjoy the 2nd period.

And so it goes, the Ducks scored a on a 2 on 1 play to tie the score at 2. The place came alive, I clapped for them. The goal was a little weak, but you could totally see the play develop and they deserved to score. That goal brought me sadness and I sat on my hands for a while, because there was not much to say.

Then the Red Wings scored to take the lead again! Right in front of me! It was awesome! I have been to many sporting events in many different cities. I have never seen so many opposing jerseys in a home stadium than I saw last night. Let’s face facts, LA is filled with people from the midwest, and those Michigan folks come out in droves to support their team. Huzzah for Detroiters! When the Wings scored the goal to make it 3-2, everyone in the stadium who was wearing Red (Except Matt, shame on you) stood up and went crazy. I mean, in my section alone I could high five 4 different Detroit fans without taking a single step. And when they scored that goal, I sure did.

It was around this time that the first volleys of hatred started. The Ducks fans started to realize that their team was no good, and they needed someone tangible to blame. And there I was. Some middle aged woman seated in the row in front of me and about 4 seats to my right turned and started yelling at me. ‘You are such a front runner! When did you become a Red Wings fan, last week? You don’t know anything about hockey!’ My responses were easy; ‘I’m looking at the scoreboard right now. I’m sorry, did Anaheim even have a team 15 years ago? Are you guys still known as the Mighty Ducks? Stop pretending that your team can hang with an original 6 like Detroit’.

The Red Wings scored yet another goal to make the game 4-2 at the end of the 2nd period. At this point I felt very good about the outcome, and was certain that we were going to win. A Ducks fan on the other side of the aisle that I never caught a glimpse of but who from what I hear had a crazy drunken look in his eye offered Rick 100 bucks to throw his beer at me. I told him if he cuts me in for half I’d let him do it. He did not. This brings me to my personal beliefs as to a code of conduct for fans at games, especially visiting fans;

1) Do not swear. I am pretty sure I kept it clean all night. Gosh willing I sure tried to. Julia did not remember me cursing, Matt seems to remember a word or 2 flying out, but all in all generally clean. This is important to me. There is a difference between having a good time and yelling stuff back and forth at a sporting event, and that guy who curses with his potty mouth and is just generally unpleasant to be around. I never want to be that guy.
2) Let the other fans have their moments. If the other team scores, sit on your hands and shut your mouth unless engaged by the others around you. When your team scores they should allow you to jump up and down and be excited as well. Nobody likes a poor sport, and you should always take losing like a man.
3) Be creative. This is also important. Nobody wants to hear the same thing over and over again, whether they are on your side or not. When you yell things, whether at the game or each other, make it interesting!
4) Remember that this is fun. Oh my God we are at a sporting event. Nobody is going to live or die as a result of this game. Sports are supposed to be fun, and ribbing is part of the deal. If you do not want to be around some good natured shit talking, stay home and watch the game on your TV with your cats.
5) Never get physical. I mean, what are we 8 years old? If you can’t go to a sporting event without getting into a fist fight it means that something is wrong with you. Going back to point 4 it doesn’t matter what happens in the game, there is no reason to physically abuse another person. This should go without saying, but as will be seen later needs to be said.

A couple years ago I was duped into watching the Michigan/Ohio State game at an Ohio State friendly bar. By friendly I mean I walked in expecting there to fans of both teams, only to see an Ohio State flag on the wall, buckeye beads strung everywhere, and a HUGE see of Red around me. This was when the 2 teams were ranked #1 and #2. We had a really good time yelling things back and forth at each other. A very young Ohio State fan drew me a picture (That I still have) that had a buckeye on it and said ‘Ohio State rules’. He also was nice enough to make me one with a big blue M on it that said ‘Go Blue’ later on, that was sweet of him. But anyways, during the game we were razzing each other, I was in my hateful visiting fans form, and Michigan lost the game by 3 points. After it was all over many of the OSU fans came over, shook my hand, gave me a hug, and wished me and my team well. Um, that is EXACTLY how it supposed to go down. We jeer each other for the length of the game, then when it’s over we shake hands, smile, and go about our day.

Ducks fans have not had a team for long enough apparently to have gotten that memo.

The third period starts and there is a chill that filled the stadium. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath as a Red Wings fan around me said. It was like being at a funeral. Detroit scored ANOTHER goal to make the game 5-2. At this point all the Ducks fans around me needed somewhere to vent their anger and frustration. Guess who they found a dance partner in?

I started suddenly hearing it from all corners. The crazy guy across the aisle started yelling things down on me. For the second time I got blasted as ‘Not being a real fan, what do you know about hockey?’ This seemed weird being that I am from Hockeytown and Anaheim only got a team like 15 years ago. I mean for realsies people? I fired back with a ‘Maybe it’s time y’all start beating the traffic’ blast. A Ducks fan behind me and to the left got off with ‘I don’t know what you’re cheering for, you’re down 2 games to 1 to an 8 seed!’ I responded ‘Only for another 10 minutes or so, then we’re back in the drivers seat my man.’ The OC Redneck sitting behind me wanted to get into me. He started yelling at me to ‘Drink your beer’. I thanked him for the instruction and mentioned that I bought the beer with the intention of drinking it. He leaned forward, got right in my ear and started loudly chanting ‘Bald Ass Announcer clap clap clapclapclap Bald Ass Announcer clap clap clapclapclap’. He seemed to do this one chant FOREVER, as I stated before, at least be creative. My response to that guy was simple; ‘You can talk about my genetics all you want, I would rather talk about how my team is KILLING your team’. Now the middle aged guy sitting right in front of me turned around and got brave! ‘You are classless, I am here with my family trying to enjoy the game and you have ruined my having a good time for 2 and a half periods’. My response; ‘No sir, the Ducks are ruining your time by being horrible, don’t blame me for that’. And on top of that he actually pulled out the ‘I’m here with my family’ line? His ‘kids’ were in their 20′s!!! When he said that part I immediately said ‘I haven’t been cursing, I’ve been clean, don’t get on me like that!’ His wife disagreed with me. I still do not remember swearing at all. It was wild suddenly seeing everyone get mad at me though, had the game been more in doubt I do not think they would have acted the way they did.

With 5 minutes to go in the game a Ducks player started a fight with a Red Wings player. This got the fans up and out of their seats. The OC Redneck behind me especially seemed to enjoy the scene of barbarity. He took his orange ‘Fowl Towel’ and whipped it in such a way that it slapped me in the face from behind like almost a half dozen times during the fight on the ice. This broke my personal rule of ‘Never get physical’ and really got the Detroit in me up. I turned around, gave the OC redneck a light slap on his arm, looked him dead in the eyes and just said, ‘Hey, that shit isn’t cool alright? That shit isn’t cool man.’ That chilled him the fuck out quickly. Afterwards, Julia claimed that had she seen him hit me with the towel, she would have pushed me out of the way and got in his face herself. The jury is still out on that statement. That would have been sorta awesome to see though. One of the people I came with (I forget who) told me that I was just being awful and even the old Detroit fan sitting in front of us and to the left wouldn’t have had my back. Remember that statement for later.

Final Score: Detroit Red Wings 6 – Anaheim Ducks 3.

So the game ends, and every one of those brave Ducks fans quickly exits the building, not one had the temerity to even say ‘Good game’ to me. Nothing, and they called me classless. Not one shook my hand after the game, or allowed me to wish them well in life and bring it all back to the fact that it’s just a game. This rubbed me a little raw, and to me showed no grace in defeat. I will tell you right now that had the Red Wings lost that game I would have reached out and congratulated them on their victory, and wished them well. But again, they only got their team a short while ago, and winning the cup a couple years ago must have skewed their perspective.

We start to file out at the end of the game. The old Detroit fan who sat in front of us turned and shook my hand. To paraphrase him, ‘You were awesome my man, you made this game so much more fun. please tell me you are coming back for game 6.’ Sadly I had to tell him that I was not because I can’t afford to. Some random chick leans over and high fives me on the way down the aisle. It turned out to be the girlfriend of the angry crazy eye guy who wanted Rick to dump beer on me. I continue out the door trying to slap hands with every single excited Detroit fan I can find, and feel general joy about the victory. On the way out the door of the stadium, and young, retarded Ducks fan held the door for me. I mean he was literally retarded. He says ‘You better look out, the Ducks are still going to kick your ass in this series’. What do you say to that guy saying that? all I had to come back with was ‘Very well could happen my man, be well.’

We found the car (After a struggle) and I proceeded to spend the ride home feeling like I needed to defend myself from persecution as we recapped the evening of fan interaction. To me it was all in solid fun, to them they were worried about a massive riot. Julia says to me, ‘Can I be real for a second here? You really seem to revel in people hating you, and that’s just not good, for real.’ I mean really? Really? Yes, I do enjoy being the big, bold, abrasive person that I am. What choice do I have, you can’t change what you are right? And when I am at a sporting event that I actually care about the outcome of, I love the back and forth chiding that goes on. Should I need to defend that? Seriously? I found her statements to be silly. I guess some people either get the 2 sides to my coin or they just plain do not. Oh well, whatcha gonna do?

And for the record, having the skill of making people want to root against you is very handy in pro wrestling. I am so happy that I found an arena where that particular talent is worth something. Again though, 2 sides to a coin. If I know how to piss you off and get under your skin, I also know how bring you deep joy and get under your skin in a positive way. I guess it all depends on if you’re cheering for my team, or against it. Both in sports and in life. As said, the Ducks fans hated me and bailed, the Red Wings fans loved me and thanked me for making the game more fun. Welcome to a day in the life of Almighty Ray, dear friends.

And that is the story of how I was a hateful visiting fan at an NHL playoff game.


My Proudest Achievement

Tuesday, October 28th, 2008

I mean, sure, I’ve already done so much in this life already.

But let me share with you my proudest achievement yet so far;

Over 6 years ago I went over to my friend David’s house for a night of gaming joy. Somewhere in this night I wound up getting roped into a game of Dungeons and Dragons. I was given a premade character in a premade scenario, and just followed along with everyone else for a few hours. It lent itself to an evening of fun…

…Only to discover years later that I am now officially listed forever as a playtester for Dungeons and Dragons.

And you thought I was cool before! Suck on that one bitches!