Bah! And a promotion!

Memorial day with the Franciscans. Fun times, but I had yet another blunder with Bishop Callahan. I was trying so hard not to talk too much. Considering the fact that I randomly re-read Witchblade, that was easier said than done. But then Paul asked me a direct question:
"So Justin, got any nifty plans for the summer?"
"Yeah, family stuff, plus my nerd convention in August."
"Nerd convention?" -Bishop Callahan
"It's Gencon, a gaming convention."
"What kind of gaming?"
"You know, board games, card games, role-playing games, and various strategy games."
"What kind of role-playing games?"
"Well, Dungeons & Dragons is the big one, but I won't be playing any of that. I'll actually be busy with some panels on faith & gaming."
That last part was lost in the hubbub of my spiritual director and the bishop condemning D&D. I desperately tried to change the subject
"YOU KNOW I HAVE THE PRIEST GAME IN MY CAR RIGHT NOW! HA HA HA! IT'S FOR 8-YEAR-OLDS SO I DON'T WANT TO PLAY AND LOSE. HA HA! EVERYONE BE DISTRACTED BY THE CHANGE OF TOPIC!"

Grumble. I really don't want to deal with this. I was hoping to hide this part of my life a bit better. Stupid compulsion to honestly answer direct questions... Stupid Troll blood overcoming Pooka values...


In other funner news, I was promoted today! I'm now officially the clock winder guy for the building. Pictures later. It's pretty cool: every week I have to unlock, wind, and set the three grandfather clocks in the building. This also makes me a keymaster in my own tiny way. This fills me with glee, even though things rarely go well for the keymaster: often involving being turned into a supernatural dog or simply getting turned down by Sigorney Weaver.