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The Luck of My Favorite Daughter.

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When I was much younger, I used to play cards. A LOT! With my mom and my grandma. Both loved spending time with me teaching me all the card games. At the same time, they hated playing cards with me. I had an uncanny luck. I’d get the perfect card for my hand in Rummy and BAM!

Grandma: Are you uncomfortable?

Me: No? Why?

Grandma: I thought you might be uncomfortable with that horseshoe up your ass.

It wasn’t just games of chance. I was also rather good at chess. My dad taught me to play chess when my brother and I moved out to live with him. He showed me how all the pieces moved and some basic strategy. After I won my first game, I honestly thought he let me win. He assured me that I’d won fair and square.

Then we started keeping track of the games we played. And we played a lot of chess. Nearly every night. I won 99 games in a row against him with an unorthodox style of play. One game I’d be overly aggressive, the next, I’d hold back, play defense, and set traps. Now, I don’t know why I played the way I did and I doubt I’d ever hold my own against a professional player, but I had a blast playing against my dad.

When my dad won that 100th game, he declared it was over. He was never going to play chess with me ever again so he could end with a win under his belt. We had a good laugh about it, but over the years, I found out he was serious. I had some weird crazy luck combined with great teaching to learn the fundamentals.

But this isn’t a story about my luck. This is a story about My Favorite Daughter and her current luck. We joke from time-to-time that we need her in the car when going somewhere in a hurry because with her in the car, we seem to hit far more green lights, less traffic, better routes. It’s a running joke, but it happens so often that it’s funny.

Case in point, this evening, she needed my help going and picking up a weight bench with weights. We took the truck and got the bench, no trouble at all. After picking up the bench, she said she wanted to stop at a nearby thrift store to look for a jean jacket for a project she’s working on.

This was in Hillcrest. A rather busy part of town and parking it miserable! I mean a complete challenge to park within a block of your destination. That’s on a good day. This was in the afternoon with heavy traffic heading up and down the street where the thrift store waited. As we turned the corner, she said.

“I hope we can find…”

That’s all she got out of her mouth as we’re looking at the endless row of cars parked along the street and what happens? A car starts to back out. not near the store. Not somewhere on the same block. No. The spot directly positioned so once we were in it, there was the front door. Right there! We couldn’t have gotten closer without driving up onto the sidewalk.

It doesn’t end there. Oh, no. She didn’t find the jacket, but I found a couple of purchases and away we went on down the road. She’d already put in directions home to get out of the area and we’re coming up to a red light.

“Is that another thrift store? Oh, I think they’re open. Can we stop?”

“Well, I don’t see…”

We’re coming up to the red light and the car parked directly in front of the store has its blinker on waiting to pull out.

Seriously. Again! The perfect spot at the perfect time. Both times there was still time on the meters so we didn’t even need to worry about that. This is her luck. I’m not kidding.

The second store she finds the perfect jacket, I find a couple of hard back books for $2 each (Armada by Ernest Cline and My World by Pavarotti). We leave happy with our purchases and start to head home again.

We discuss her luck in finding the bench at such a great price and her superior luck finding parking. Luck that should not be believed even though this happens so many times.

During the bench discussion, I mention that I was looking for a basic bench so I could start going some weights during my workouts with my dumbbells. I didn’t want to spend a lot and didn’t need barbells like what she’d gotten.

Out comes her phone. “I’m going to give myself a challenge to find a bench before we get home.”

In 30 seconds, we hadn’t even gone a quarter mile, she found out. It wasn’t quite what I was looking for. She scrolls down. There! That’s what I was looking for. $25? Great price.

She sends a message. The person responds. She asks if we can go right then. They say ‘sure’. She asks if they have change. They say no, but if we were interested, they also had an over-the-door pull-up bar. I’ve also been looking for one of those but had held off on both of these purchases due to price and not really having a place to set them up just yet. Soon, I’ll have room. They wanted $15 for the pull-up bar as well. $40 for both? Done deal, we were on our way.

Oh, and it was on our way home! We needed a couple of miles out of our way to pick them up. They were moving so gave us a couple of other workout gear they had. Everyone left happy.

Got home, unloaded, and regaled our tale to the Mrs of another typical day of My Favorite Daughter’s Luck. Go Figure.

I’m off to make words happen.

Until Next Time!

Stay Awesome.

Weekly Update: My take on Fake Geek Girls

I’ve watched all this mess about Fake Geek Girls going round and round the internet for quite some time. From girls/women needing to seek help when being harassed at conventions to being told they’re not as geeky as the boys to being treated as lesser because they’re not boys. It disturbs me that we live in this kind of a world.

I was present at WFC2011 and I had been hanging out with the creeper of WFC2011 during the day, but at night he’d disappear and do his own thing. He seemed normal until I started hearing about his drunken creepiness. I was shocked. I wish I had known and could have helped do something about this person earlier.

But I’m getting sidetracked. To be honest, in the world I live in, I haven’t experienced the dilemma that girls face when it comes to this situation. I work for a very large company and a lot of programmers. Some of the best I’ve worked with (and the hardest working) were always the women on my team. Personally I never took their abilities for granted and based on progressions and promotions, neither has my boss. I have seen one boss that didn’t advance any of the women on his team and he was called out for it. Me? I never saw any difference between race/creed/religion/sex when it came to the people I worked with. If a person worked hard, they were rewarded. If they didn’t, they were shuffled away to another team or let go.

Yes, working for a huge company there are rules and guidelines in place, but that didn’t seem to needed with the people I worked with. So honestly I never gave it a second though when it came to women being treated differently. I’m sure there were women I worked with that made far more than I did and I had called on their experience to help me along both in my career and in my day-to-day job. It saddens me when I see that some women need to work harder just to get that point across to some people.

In my personal life, I’ve played D&D with women. They were just as much fun as the boys. Sometimes they’d play male characters, sometimes women characters. Sometimes the men would play women characters. Maybe it was just the groups I played with, but no one had a leg up over another and my wizard often need protection from a half-orc fighter played by one of out female players. It never occurred to me that they were lesser of a geek than I was.

In our same group we watched geeky movies, we had schlock night where everyone would bring a bad movie. We’d watch re-runs of Star Trek. It didn’t make any difference if you were a girl or a guy, if we shared the same interest, we had fun together. No one was excluded or thought less of.

During the Lord of the Rings movie premiers, one of my female coworkers wrote up scrolls to invite people to the midnight showings. They were written in Elvish, Dwarvish, and English. The script was brilliant. She’d grown up having the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings read to her as a child. She loved all things nerdy related to fantasy and sci fi. I never once questioned her geekiness. How could I? She could write in two made up languages that I couldn’t even read!

So when I see a video like the one below, I’m saddened that there are people (men) out there that feel women are lesser geeks. Take a watch and I’ll see you on the other side. Even if you’ve seen this before, watch it again and let it sink in.

Perhaps it was the way my momma raised me. Perhaps it was that I grew up enjoying the company of girls more than the company of boys. Perhaps it was the friends I chose to associate with in high school. Perhaps I’m just not a dick. I don’t know. I just don’t understand where some men feel the need to push girls aside. Seriously? As a young geek I worked HARD to get the attention of girls. Perhaps too hard at times. Why would I EVER push away a girl and tell them “You’re not as geeky as I am”? I just don’t get it. I really don’t.

When I look at my favorite daughter, I know she needs to be armed against jerks, creeps, and dicks. I understand this. I tell her to be proud of anything she does. I’ve watched as she went from pretty much hating computers, to being excited to show me what she was programming in class, to being crazy excited that she not only found programming so much fun and easy to do, but that she’d gone from being behind in the class to showing others in the class how to do things. She was the only person in the school to complete as certain difficult project by finding a bug in the code and making it work! She loved coding. She loved the class after than. She even decided to take a two hour block of coding for her junior year! On her own! With no prompting from me!

Then she comes home one day and asked “Papi, can we watch Battlestar Galactica? I heard it’s a really cool show.”

OMFG! I couldn’t spring up out of my seat fast enough. I thought I was going to sprain something trying to open netflix and add it to the instant queue. Now she wants to experience Firefly and Star Wars. I might even be able to get her into Star Trek, but we’ll take it slow as I wean her off of Pretty Little Liars and other shows I can’t stand.

So how have I armed her against creeps? Two ways. First: I taught her how to punch. Not just throw her arm out there or slap, but I mean actually PUNCH! Yes, I’ve had bruises to show for it and, yes, I’ve seen her hit her guy friends and seen the shock on their faces when she hit them. It made me proud. I also taught her to speak her mind which she will around certain people, but she also won’t let a situation fester, but will find help and deal with it. I’ve taught her not to remain quiet when it comes to things like that. I just find it sad that I need to teach her these things.

Yes, I find it sad that geek girls need to make videos like this. I also find it inspiring that they do because it makes me aware of the situation. For many years since high school, I was alone in my geekiness. I watched my Star Wars, My Star Trek, my sci fi shows, read my books, did my programming, read comics. I didn’t go to cons. I didn’t have many friends after high school that were into the geeky things I loved. I never saw this geek culture evolve to the exclusion of girls. Now that I’ve seen it, I know it’s my part to make sure that no one is excluded regardless of anything (age, race, religion, sex, etc). No one has the right to tell anyone they’re lesser of a geek for any reason. If you do, it’s only makes you the reason that videos like this are made.

I hope my favorite daughter grows up where we can put the male elitist geek behind us and welcome everyone into a world where we’re all equally geeky. It’ll only make the world a better place. It’ll only cause more geeky things to appear. It’ll only make the entire experience that much better for all involved.

I need to go get my geek on.

Until Next Time!


One of the Many Reasons My Favorite Daughter is My Favorite Daughter

The title of this post says it all. There are many reasons I love my favorite daughter and here’s a little story so you’ll understand why.

Last month I went to Metal Jam 2013 hosted by my high school buddy Jeff Fahnstock. The event kicked ass and there was a lot of loud music and many talented musicians giving up their Saturday to come and play a show for Autism. The artwork provided for the t-shirts and the show was Derek Riggs who is famous for doing all of the Iron Maiden artwork (well, all the good Iron Maiden artwork) over the years. The t-shirts were awesome and I bought one to bring home to my favorite daughter.

She. Loved. It!

She hasn’t worn it yet because it’s signed, but she really dug the shirt. I was happy as the artwork was my gateway drug into Iron Maiden and Heavy Metal in general. I was tired of pop songs and needed something more.

Fast forward to a couple weeks ago shortly before we moved. We went to a store where my favorite daughter HAD to buy a shirt from. I waited in the car and was surprised when she came out with the Iron Maiden shirt for Killers. Very surprised. I asked, without telling her, what made her pick out that shirt. She explained that she really liked the guy on the shirt and couldn’t remember where she’d see that guy. I explained that connection to the shirt I got her and that shirt. Obviously from Killers to present day, Iron Eddie has evolved quite a bit. That made her even happier with her shirt.

Fast forward to today. My favorite daughter is listening to some terrible music video and I casually say “You should listen to some Iron Maiden” and continued to walk on by. I didn’t think she’d actually take me seriously. She stopped me in my tracks when she said “What song?”

My brain starts a spinning. There’s so many good songs. Do I start her off with the Killers album and the rougher vocals? Do I take her to Number of the Beast with all the satanic overtones that many bands experimented with in the 80s? Do we go to Powerslave? Further along in their catalog? Post-Dickenson? When the band got back together. SO many songs spanning so many years. Where does one start?

“Aces High. See if you can find the live version.”


She taps on her phone and pulls up the 1985 Aces High at the Live After Death concert in Long Beach. PERFECT! I’ve attached the video. It starts, as many of their live shoes did at that time, with the Winston Churchill speech from WWII. Her first reaction: Hey! I’ve heard this speech before.

Good! I think. She’s already engaged. This is perfect.

The music starts and she jumps a little as the band runs onto the stage. Her second reaction: These guys are scary!

NO! I’m losing her. She’s got to stick with it. I will ween her off of One Direction and Justin Beiber! I WILL!

Her third reaction as the song keeps playing has me a little perplexed. Hey! I love those pants! I want those pants!

Yes, she was caught by the 80s fashion of Steve Harris in his black and white striped tights. I quietly roll my eyes (as loudly as I can) All I can think it just please keep watching the video. Please! For the love of Eddie just watch the video.

About the 2/3 mark in the song she asks “Does all their music sound like this?”

Oh, how to answer this. They’ve got the distinct Iron Maiden sound, but they have such a wide catalog of music. Its once again difficult to tell her where to start. I inform her that I have that entire concert on video and we can watch it some time. She smiles and said that sounded like fun.

I know I won’t have her watching the Big 4 concert (Metallica, Megadeth, Slayer, Anthrax) anytime soon,but it’s a start. Maybe I’ll be able to start listening to my music in the car once in a while now 🙂

Until Next Time!