Alex Camacho
Crosby, TX, United States
Born in Houston, Texas and raised all over living the life of an Army Brat. I Went to eight different schools (three elementary, one middle school, four high schools) and have one little brother who’s not so little anymore. I’ve been married for nearly fourteen years now to a woman who rocks my world and I've been blessed with two wonderful children. Our dog, Sally, is a big black lab saved from a local shelter.

Sunday, October 31, 2004


It's here! I'm outta time and both costumes are pretty much done. I'm pretty happy with both of them too. I could nit pick them both all day but overall I'm happy and I think Marcel is too. I'm pretty excited about going trick or treating too. We got the whole crew rounded up to hit our neighborhood. It should be quiet a sight with over a dozen kids. I can't say I've seen a group of trick or treaters that big in a long time. Oh, the memories. I used to go trick or treating with a pillow case. :)

Cory and Allison's party turned out pretty nice. We drank, we visited, we laughed and we hiding go peek a boo'd. Nobody got sick and nobody passed out from too much alcohol. It was a good time and my samurai costume was well received even if my helmet did look like the old Chevy hood emblem. We took lots of pictures, some of which will probably (I hope) never see the light of day. I'll be posting my part of the photos on my photo album page probably tomorrow evening once I've come down off my candy high. I wonder if I could get away with trick or treating if I wore a mask with my samurai costume.

It's been an awesome weekend and what better way to end it than with your family and friends trick or treating in the neighborhood my son will grow up in. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm in a damn good mood. I wish I had more time to blog and reflect, but I'm expecting my brother and his kiddos any moment now. ;)

Happy Halloween!!!

Saturday, October 30, 2004

One Day Left

Tomorrow is Halloween. My costume is pretty much done. I'm pretty happy with it. I didn't get to finish the back armor plates so I'll be the only samurai wearing a cloak to cover up the fact the armor doesn't go all the way down. It looks good though I think and Tomorrow I'll add a few more minor touch ups before we take the kids trick or treating. I think I'm more excited about trick or treating then they are.

I'm pretty exhausted but refreshed. Does that make any sense? I feel like I just got off a long road march. Shuck the ruck, kick off the boots, and stroll on home sort to speak. Marcel's costume is done other than the shirt and mask. I'm going to buy him a white long sleeve shirt and thick white socks. I don't know if I'm going to be able to finish the mask. Arg. I'll try tomorrow it should be pretty simple. He'll wear it for all of five minutes then take it off but I'd like to get it done.

I'm pretty hyped right now. We're about to head out the door to Cory and Allison's for the Halloween party. Derek found a vintage McDonald's milk shake costume. Combined with dollar store stuff he's going to be... I don't know. I don't think he knows but it'll look cool. Lana and Kelly threw together some pretty cool zombie costumes.

Well, I'm out the door! I'll post pictures when my hangover from tonight is gone! ;)

Friday, October 29, 2004

Two Days Left

I was up until five in the morning. I didn't even realize it was that late until Lana got in and made me go to bed. I did make some progress though. I decided to just make the thigh and shoulder armor plates molds rather than casting each piece. Not enough time to cast thirty strips. The flag is done, the armor padding for the leg and arms is finished, and the armor plates for the arm and legs are painted and ready. So today's mission is casting the shoulder armor plate twice, the thigh armor plate four times, finishing the other half of the chest armor strip and casting them three times each. I'm probably not going to have enough time for the helmet. If I have time I'll go for it but it's not very likely.

Marcel's is pretty much done. I just have the shirt to do and the mask. I meant to do those yesterday but just never got around to it. I'll do them today. I'm still not quiet awake. I just woke up. What a night.

I drank almost a whole twelve pack by myself during the course of the day while I was working. Lana bought it for me at the beginning of my day and I'm drinking the last one as I speak. I was riding the caffeine train yesterday. I think the resin and spraypaint fumes helped too. When I got myself to bed I was still pretty wired. Once I got into the shower though I melted and crawled into bed. It's going to be another long night tonight too. I better get to work. Only two days left. Panic hits tomorrow. I can feel it rearing it's ugly head already. Damn, I hate not doing my best because I'm rushing. Next year...

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Three Days Left

It's been a productive day. I've finished Marcel's Fish Guitar, his leaf blade things, and pants. Tomorrow I'll do the top, color it and do the mask. My costume is truckin right along. I think I can, I think I can.

The lower leg plates are sculpted and molded as is the forearm plate and the support armor piece. I've begun the sculpting on the top chest piece, as well as the back, and the shoulder piece. The first cast of Fiberglas resin is curing downstairs, as I type, in the ready molds. Man, I'm exhausted but my mind is still going a hundred miles an hour. I think I'm running on pure resin fumes coming up from downstairs.

Working on these "projects" is such a high. I listen to music all day, I'm painting, I'm sculpting, I'm working with my hands, Marcel gets to learn about everything I'm doing, and I get all this time to think. Some of the time I'm thinking about the three other things I got going, some of the time I'm constructing the pieces in my head as I work so I know what to do next and the rest of the time I'm just enjoying the free time to simply think. I know it may seem a little silly but how often do you really get time to reflect on whatever you want? Between house chores, my kiddo, bills, etc. I sometimes forget how nice it is to just spend time in reflection by myself. My hot garage with the radio blaring rock isn't exactly Shangri-la but it's as close as I get.

I think so long as I keep at this pace and keep going, I can make it to the deadline with both costumes constructed. I'm pretty hyped about both. I can see them both complete in my head. I guess I better crash for now and try to sleep. 'Night.

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Kodak Moments

I've been driving almost all day. It's last minute crunch time. I went to a plastic distributor for some abs plastic, I hit Half Price books and 1/4 Price Books looking for Samurai books, I hit Lowes for more supplies, picked up some more clay from Texas Art and Supply, and grabbed miscellaneous stuff at Walmart. I took Marcel with me to get him out of the house. So we've been pretty much been goofing all all day together preparing for Halloween. He doesn't seem the least bit tired. I wish I could say the same. I'm pretty exhausted. Despite that, I did manage to construct the stand for my Fiberglas dummy, primer Marcel foam pieces for his costume and started sculpting a few armor pieces on the dummy. It's pretty much non stop from here but this year I plan on pacing myself.

Even though I know I'm cutting it really close, I'm not really stressing about it. I had a good day. I spent the whole day with Marcel just clowning around with him. He's getting so big and showing so much independence. He doesn't always want to hold my hand anymore. I knew he was getting a little big for it but it never really hit me until today. We were walking around the book store and I walked away from one shelf to another. I put my hand out, like usual, and just expected him to take it. I turned to look where he was when he didn't take it and saw him with a book in his hands flipping through the pages. Sometimes I can't believe how quickly he's grown up. Him just standing there looking through a book, his brow all furrowed up, scanning the pages... I wish I had the camera with me. He grabbed a few books for us to read together tonight. He's really into the fantasy genre right now and is counting the days he can roleplay with the big boys.

I think I'll call it quits early tonight and watch a few more episodes of 24. Damn Oscar for loaning me season one. I ended up watching twelve episodes back to back the day I brought them home and four more the next day. I did get all the laundry folded and put away though so I guess it can't be that bad. I want to take the last few "chapters" a little slower and savor it. Off to curl up on the couch.

Oh, real quick. I saw the cutest thing today in the hardware store. A boy around three had his face buried into his mom's belly. At first I thought he was crying. His mom had this bored look on her face like she had endured this more times than she cared to. The little boy started to jump up and down and was getting louder and louder. As I passed them I could here him talking in Spanish, his hands cuped around his mouth, pressed into her belly, and I saw she was very pregnant. I couldn't help but take another look back and smile. There was another photo moment I wish I could have caught. I almost wish I could speak Spanish so I could know what he was telling his baby brother/sister but another part of me doesn't want to know.

Off to bed for real now. 'Night.

Sunday, October 24, 2004

Seven Days

Today is Sunday. I had no idea it was Sunday until I decided to go to the hardware store and get the materials I need to construct my Fiberglas dummy stand. I got there just as they were closing the doors. I did go to Walmart and find a children's play helmet that fit me though. I'm going to use it as a base to build my samurai helmet. That was an entertaining trip. I had to sneak off and find an isle that wasn't busy so I could try it on to make sure it fit. I almost got caught. I did scare the hell out of the Walmart chic though. I was just taking it off and turning the corner when she turned the corner. The woman jumps back, and squeals loudly. I think she scared me more than I scared her. Took me a moment to realize what freaked her out. By the time we both gathered our wits, a small crowd of nosy Walmart people were asking if she was okay. I walked away quickly only to end up in her checkout lane. Talk about awkward feeling.

On other weekend notes, I went to see The Grudge this weekend with a friend. I had been wanting to see it since I saw the first preview despite Sarah Michelle Gellar staring in it. I liked the way it started out. The first jump scene started pretty good building with the proper amount of intensity. The next one was pretty good too, although predictable (most of them were). But after using the same tactics to build up a jump scene over and over it just got old. By the time you get to the climax of the movie your yawning because you've seen the same technique five times already. Not the greatest of horror flicks by any means but still not the sloppy turd punisher was. I'm glad I only paid matinee price.

I've added something new I'd like to do to my list of "projects". I want to get certified for SCUBA diving. The reason? Well, on Friday Lana, Marcel and me went to Galveston to Moody Gardens. I had won some Imax tickets on the oldies radio station and Lana had to meet with one of her girls in Galveston to help her set up her website. We figured great timing. Turns out my tickets are only good at the Museum of Natural Science so we bought tickets to the aquarium and the Rainforest. While we were walking around checking out the aquarium Lana pointed out to me some fliers about volunteer opportunities. "Dive with fish, feed them by hand and help maintain our aquariums." Only catch, of course, is you have to be a certified diver. I'm sure Lana kicked herself when she realized what she did. Who knows though, maybe I can get her to take the classes with me.

Time to get moving I guess. Seven days left and I've got a lot of work to do. The timer starts tonight. :)

Wish me luck!

Thursday, October 21, 2004

A Fresh Day

I've got to stop doing this. It's one o'clock and I just got up about fifteen minutes ago. As usual, I stayed up way too late watching a movie with Lana. Ginger Snaps was a pretty good flick. It didn't exactly elicit any deep thoughts of reflection but it was a great werewolf movie. I can't say I really regret the way I spent my time yesterday even if I did get up late but I utilized my time well I think.

I'm driving a legal car again! Yup, I finally got the truck inspected and got a new registration sticker put on. I don't know why I put it off as long as I did. It wasn't that big of a hassle, it got me out of the house, and Marcel and me got to hang out. Afterwards we went to Walmart to look at some toys. He got a transformer and I picked up four boosters to the new Magic set that just came out, Champions of Kamigawa. Afterwards we were feeling pretty good. We had the windows rolled down, jamming to some oldies and just feeling good. I took him to get a much needed haircut and then hit the snowcone shop like always. By the time we got to the house I was pretty exhausted. I ended up cleaning up my garage/workshop and prepared my Fiberglas dummy. Later today I'll bond the two halves together. Eventually. I'm not sure I'm going to make it for Halloween. It doesn't seem like that much work when I step back, I just need to get motivated and DO IT.

I've been reading a lot more lately. It's not the one book a week rate I used to do, but I think now I enjoy my reading time far more than I used to. I took the time for granted back in school and before I got married. I could sit down anywhere, anytime, and pull out my current book and read. I took it with me everywhere. It was really more of gluttony than anything. I gorged on books, always stocking up for the next new flavor. Now, I try to take my time and savor the time I have with the story. I'm almost done with Lost Horizon. I'll probably finish it today. I love books like this. It's a beautiful pace, the characters develop before you slowly and secretly (rather than the author pushing on you who they are), and the story is engrossing. I'm glad Anthony recommended it.

It's books like this that always make me second guess my writing ability. I love writing. Lana reminded me how much the other night when we got into a deep conversation about it in bed one night. We got to talking about the gaming scenarios and past campaigns. She knows that lately my whole heart just hasn't been in any game I run. She hit it on the head for me though. I've been trying to run all these games based off of something I've read or seen on tv and it's just not there in me to give it my all. It's the stories that I start out with a scratch of paper and a pencil that I get engrossed into. I let the story go so far on paper, bringing the characters to their precipice, their moment of glory or despairing failure, then I convert it to a GURPS Campaign and introduce the PC's to them and see where it leads. One of these days I get around to actually finishing the numerous short stories I have hidden away. Hell, I might even submit a few. Who knows. Right now I'm craving some breakfast. Plus I promised Marcel I'd build some cool Bionicles with him while we watched Bionicles 2 again.

Well, the day is still early and I gots stuff to do besides rambling here and downloading more Elvis Presley mp3's.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

A Triggered Memory

It's three o'clock in the morning and I'm wide awake. That damn movie is going to bug me all night for a number of reasons. Overall it wasn't really a great movie, but it does get one thinking though about Things. I'm sorry, I pulled a Lana. I just watched The Day After Tomorrow (no relation to the Heinlein novel).

It's odd how something you totally forgot about can be brought back so vividly by something simple as sound or smell stimulation. The scene I'm talking about is the one where the Donnie Darko kid is on the plane and it starts to shudder in the turbulence. Once the plane started to plummet, I remembered the dream I had a few months back in fresh detail. The memory was so vivid I felt like I was choking for a second. It wasn't a real memory but the dreams I remember are always as close to real memories as one can get.

In the dream Lana and I were on a plane going somewhere. I don't know where but I know we were both pretty excited about it, at least some of the time. Like all freaky dreams though, Lana wasn't always Lana, we weren't always happy about where we were going. It was a late flight. Sometimes my mom was on the plane, sometimes I was alone. Then the plane would start to fucking SHUTTER. No pilot over the speaker (because he's panicking in front of the control panel thinking about his family not the plane), no flight attendants to calm you (because their to the rear of the plane praying), just that sound of metal being torn and the wind smashing into the plane. I feel my stomach lurch like it does on a roller coaster diving down but the feeling doesn't go away. I can taste bile in my mouth. In the dream I remember trying to yell and tell Lana how much I love her. She tries to talk to me but I can't hear her. Sometimes it's my mom who just glowers at me. In the dream I have no idea where Marcel is but I know he's not with us. The plane starts to tear apart and we begin to rattle through the sky and all I can think about is that I'm hurtling in the dark into a deeper darkness. Then I woke up.

Wow, I feel better after getting that out. Funny thing is I've never hated flying. I can't say I've ever enjoyed but I've never had a fear of flying. I had completely forgotten about that damn dream - until that scene. Damn movie. I'll be thinking about it all night now.

The rest of the movie was okay I guess. The special effects were impressive and I enjoyed them. While the special effects were crucial to the story, the story wasn't really about the storms. I won't get into what I thought the movie was about due to the hour. An altogether good movie despite plot problems. I'd like to watch it again during the day.

What kind nerds burn the books instead of the dozens upon dozens of solid wood tables, chairs and bookshelves??? Wood burns hotter and for a lot longer. I'm sure it was just because the director thought it would be more "symbolic" if the books (the past) we're burned in order to survive. Stupid. Anyway. I'm off to watch another movie. Maybe another movie will get this song out of my head too. Peter, Paul and Mary's Lemon Tree. Have you ever really listened to the words of the song??? I've been hearing the words to the song all day in my head. I woke up with the chorus tune in my head and decided to listen to the words. Problem is I really like the song but I've never really paid too much attention to the words. Impossible to eat. The little phrase brings to mind a lot of very visually visceral images for me. It brings to mind another dream I had...

Maybe another night. That one is a bit too much for even me right now. Sweet dreams.

Monday, October 18, 2004

Under Pressure

It's been a particularly busy day. It started as just a quick trip to the post office and ended with me just getting home. I got there about fifteen minutes until closing, as the ladies at the post office expect now. Then the eye clinic from Sam's called to let me know my contacts were in. I was pretty excited so I went to go get them straight from the post office. I couldn't wait to put them in and wore them out of the eye clinic. They took a few minutes getting used to as the Wild Eyes White Out is slightly perceivable in my peripheral vision and was a little distracting at first. I love wearing contacts. No glasses slipping off my face, no sore nose bridge, no readjusting bent frames, I can horse play with Marcel without warning, etc. I can go on and on. Lana's still not sure about them. She's been doing the Becka thing to me when I look at her too long. Her hands go up over her eyes in the universal Don't-Look-At-Me. Marcel digs em though.

Afterwards I figured it was time to seriously hunt for the missing adapter to my Python hose. I found it at Petsmart as well as the twenty-foot extender. After looking real good at the thing (and the twenty dollar price tag) I talked myself out of it figuring I could build my own extender from parts bought at Lowe's for a lot cheaper. I found all the parts cheaper at Lowe's but I figured I'd save myself a few more bucks and just get the double nipple rather than the pressurized hose connecter. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Needless to say, I ended up with a big mess of fresh water all over the kitchen floor. It could have been worse, like dirty tank water on the carpet so I shouldn't complain too much plus I have only myself to blame. Tomorrow I'll take exchange the double nipple for the pressurized hose connecter. At least my tank is on the long road to recovery. It's been nearly two months since I last did a water change.

Costumes? Not much progress lately. Tonight I'm going to finish my Fiberglas dummy. Tonight I will finish my Fiberglas dummy. That was for my benefit, not yours. So much left to do, but I'm trying to not stress about it. Halloween is about having fun not worrying about a deadline. I'll get em done before. I work good under pressure. Too bad my homemade Python extension doesn't.

On a side note, I took the helicopter fan outa my computer case. I had to rig my old fan to the port plug but I got it in there without any trouble. Lana did much rejoicing despite my dirty looks. Hell, I have to admit it was pretty freaking loud and was a bit annoying. Still, she didn't have to do a little dance. Smart ass.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Nothing in Particular

I finally went to the radio station to pick up my Imax tickets. I hate driving on that side of town (galleria area) but they were free tickets after all. Besides, it got me away from Marcel's Gameboy SP. That damn thing ate my whole day yesterday. Marcel asked me for help beating a level on Metroid Fusion and that's all it took. I could have been reading, working on mine or Marcel's costume, or even watching the Stargate DVD's Johnny loaned me. Nooooo... I wasted the day playing gameboy. To make matters worse, I picked it up earlier to play and Marcel accidentally erased my game. I had to restrain myself from throwing the damn thing.
Not much has been going on here much this week, thankfully. It's great having company over but it's nice to have a quiet house too. All last weekend was crazy. Lana's sister came into town for the weekend the same weekend Glenoviere was in town too. Nevermind it was also Laura's wedding weekend which meant a bachelorette party at my place. Between the party, roleplaying, and guests, we had a full house the whole weekend. So it's nice to have a quiet week. Gets me ready for the weekend.
Speaking of weekends, I'm hoping to get some reading done before then. I want to get my Post Apocalypse game off the ground this weekend. I rewatched all of the Mad Max movies, I'm reading a good book with a similar setting, plus a secret one I won't reveal since I'm stealing a piece of the plot for the game. A good writer borrows... ;)
I have lots of reading to catch up on. I just picked up my copy of Blade of Tyshalle the other day and I'm ripping through these other two books I'm reading just so I can start reading it. I hate rushing through a book like that but I can't help it. It's a big distraction having it while I'm trying to read other things. I can't wait to read the first page, crack the spine and smell the fresh print on the pages, but I know I don't want two other books bouncing around in my head when I begin. I want a clean palate. I haven't even opened it up to the first page because I know I won't stop.
I better get back to work I guess. I have costumes to make. Halloween is only a few weeks away. Why do I do this to myself every time????

Tuesday, October 5, 2004

Happy Birthday Micah!!

It's Micah's twenty eighth birthday today. It seems like it was just yesterday we were crammed in Chris's tent in Micah's backyard celebrating his sixteenth birthday. It doesn't feel like any great passage of time has passed but when I count up the years I'm a little dumb founded. It doesn't feel like twelve years. I don't feel like an adult. I don't think I've changed that much. When I look around me though, everything around me tells a different story.
I look forward to children birthday parties so I can get with my friends. I refer to my self in third person almost all the time no matter how hard I try not to. I don't "go to the bathroom" anymore, I "go potty". I don't enjoy driving the way I used to and I hate having to put gas in the car. Remember that weird excitement of climbing behind the wheel for the first time? Any excuse to drive was good enough even if it was just around the corner. I have, brace yourself, gray hair. My little brother is 6'2". My dad has moved and my mom is passed away. I can't remember the last time I wore my leather jacket. I still watch cartoons but it's with my son not my little brother. Marcel looked a lot like Michael did when he was little and sometimes I'd call him Michael. It was an odd feeling that made me happy and sad all at once.

Twelve years. A lot has happened since then. I look back on the Alex of 1992 and I can only shake my head and smile. It was fun and as much as I would love to do it all over again I like where I am now even if I do tell people I'm only twenty three most of the time. It's not really a lie since that's the age I feel most days. You're only as old as you feel. Happy Birthday Micah, ya old fuck. :)

Monday, October 4, 2004

A Guy's Weekend

I still haven't gotten the other half of the fiberglass mold casted but I did have a great weekend. Friday night we roleplayed my 28 Days Later game (GURPS of course). It went pretty good considering we hadn't played in a long time. I hope to keep the game alive. So long as I can keep a regular group in it, I think I can keep it running. It seems like every session has different players. I feel like I'm starting all over every session and it's hard to get a plot running that way.
Saturday we all gathered at Derek's new digs and let the kids play in the pool. Afterwards we went back to my place, Derek threw some meat on the grill, we feed our mouths, watched Momento (I LOVE that movie and can't wait to see what Christopher Nolan does with the new Batman Begins movie) and bellied up to the table for some roleplaying.

We revived Micah's Star Wars campaign and blasted our way into a freightliner ship loaded with Tie Fighters, Stormtroopers, and a mysterious luxury cruise ship. I'm going to start keeping a body count on my character. I'm gonna post him too just as soon as I get around to updating my GURPS page stuff. ummm, yeaaaah. An action packed session that ended only because we realized the sun was coming up. Great game Micah.

I'm working on notes to my new Mad Max game. I'm pretty exited about it. Lots of ideas, hidden secrets, and a lot of little scenarios I'd like to see unfold. I would have worked on it yesterday but some of the guys (Johnny, Micah, Chris and Sean) came over yesterday to LAN game. We called it quits around 3 and ended up staying awake way later playing Grass and B.S.'in as usual.

I am a little stressed out though. I won't go into details but a family thang kinda came up that might cause a some tension. I know what I should do, what I can do, but I don't know I'm going to do. I'll sleep on it and figure it out tomorrow.
I did find out some really REALLY REALLY good news though. I can't say what it is yet because it's not my news to share but I have to say I'm super happy about it. It makes me smile every time I think about it.

Hey, I got a hair cut!!! Yup, I finally did it. Well, I didn't cut it all off and donate it like I was thinking of doing, but I did cut off about fourteen inches off. It's still touching my shoulder blades but I'm not sitting on it anymore and I'm remarkably headache free now. I was getting them pretty regularly from sitting on my hair, laying on it wrong when I sleep and the weight of it. I feel sooo much better. It's amazing how great a simple haircut can make you feel. I know why the girls like to go get pedicures, haircuts, and manicures. It's very relaxing. I forgot how relaxing it is to have someone massage your scalp, how soothing the sound of scissors cutting hair is, and the relaxing sensation of electric clippers on the back of your neck. I remember I used to almost fall asleep every time my dad took me to get my hair cut when I was little. She blow dried my hair too. That was kinda weird. She said I should blow dry it more often for it to look the as shiny and smooth as she made it look after wards. I dunno about that but it was a good experience.

Now that the weekend is over it's back to costume preparing, laundry, cleaning house, and home schooling. Later!

Oh, Kelly here's a link for you to read! ;)
Brit would love it!!
I don't know when the next regular one is but it's never too early to build!