This weekend my bud and I decided to sponsor our first game jam event. This fellow that we knew was organizing it, and we all know I’m in full support of more gaming activity in Las Vegas. It was held at the Reflint experience centre.
Here’s us getting set up. Donuts? Check.
Game developers? Check.
Giant banner giving us full credit? Almost check. My name wasn’t on it.
Well still, it’s nice to see this type of activity happening in Las Vegas. I might do it again.
I got a care package today in the mail. They were from my bear bud’s mom and sister.
Check it out. Bears.
It’s my very own care bear package!
So I’m in Hong Kong.
I wasn’t expecting to be in Hong Kong. To be honest, I don’t think my bud planned for us to be in Hong Kong either. But somehow it happened. These things seem to happen with us.
One day we were happily gaming in the comfort of our home and then the next Pokin packed up and moved to Hong Kong to go live in a closet. A few weeks later, it was our turn. I understand this move was caused by a last minute decision to apply for some Smart Cities program in Hong Kong? I didn’t like it but they got into their program, and were crazy enough to say yes.
I remember Hong Kong, I’ve was just here last year. It was crowded and small and I didn’t get to game. I don’t remember liking Hong Kong.
I think Pokin knew I wasn’t going to be too thrilled with it, so she tried to bribe me with cake when I arrived.
She also mentioned it was my bud’s birthday.
Right, of course it was. And of course that’s important, but I knew really she was trying to make sure I felt good about the decision. It was a nice effort, but she got me a purple cake. PURPLE? It was grape flavoured. There wasn’t an ounce of cocoa in it!! Well happy not-good-enough-birthday for my bud Nicholas!
At least it’s just my bud and I for the next few months. No other bears. No bunny.
At least it’s a few months of bear and bud bonding time.
Annnnd right about then I hear Peep.
Of COURSE that jerk bunny stowed away in the suitcase and came along. Of course. PEEP I don’t know what to say to you.
“About the bears” says Pokin.
Figures that even in Hong Kong there’d be more bears. Turns out Duffy’s been living in the hotel while I’ve been gone. He showed up thanks to Pokin’s cousin Shirley. Well at least he looks up to me. Duffy realizes that Big Daddy Sumi towers over him in size and seniority.
Well time to make the best of the situation. These months better pass quickly!
My bud’s good friend is getting married in Hood River Oregon, and we’re back on the road again towards the wedding. I made sure to bring my posse. Bud, bunny, bot. Check. Check. Check.
In an effort to avoid our usual route to Oregon (and my least favourite city – Tonopah), we took a route that went through Idaho. Idaho! I’ve never been to Idaho! Maybe it’s cool!
Our first stop was for gas and lunch. And outside the McDonalds were sculptures of bears. That’s cool! Bears are great!
And then we were in Idaho. I was excited. I got out for a photo.
My bud wasn’t as excited. His loss.
Sometime later in the day we finally got to our resting stop for the night. Boise! It was dark. There wasn’t much to see. We tried to go to bed.
And that’s when I realized my bunny’s got a problem.
There we were claiming our bed and getting ready for bed when I hear Peep.
“Peep” he says.
“Nice job. You found the coffee pot.” I tell Peep. “Now go to sleep. Here, you can even have a coffee cup.”
“Peep” he says. And – he. wouldn’t. stop.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to sneak more coffee in while I was asleep.
We’re going to need to do something about this. Tomorrow.
I had to learn more about these guys. Apparently their dead animal hat is called a Bearskin. OMG! They are traditionally made with Canadian Black Bears! I’m going to faint!
I decided to stalk them. Problem was that most of them are behind gates and chain fences. Something about getting harassed too much by other tourists. Simple solution! Don’t walk around with a dead animal on your head! Let alone a BEARSKIN hat! Jerks!!!
Anyway I was walking down the street and I found some! A live one within touching distance!
It took all of the restraint I had not to reach over and stroke that guy’s poor dead bear with my paw. Nicholas said not to. he said I would be arrested and he said he wouldn’t bail me out. That wasn’t nice but I wasn’t going to take chances.
So I just stood in front of them to make them feel uncomfortable. So how does it feel to have a bear staring them and their bear hat down? That smile on my face? I’m trying to creep you out, you Canadian-slaughtered-bear-wearers. Poor bears. I think I need the comfort of a hot cocoa to calm me down stat.
PoOn, Eric, and Quatchi just tried to bribe me to visit them in Vancouver.
They got me cookies. Shaped like bears.
All things considered, that’s pretty persuasive. I mean, the white chocolate cookies have chocolate in them, for starters. They are also white like snow, and I’m a Winter Olympics spirit bear and all.
I guess I better fly up there to claim my cookies before Stitch eats them. Guard them for me, Quatchi!
It’s Sunday and sunny and I’m going for a walk with my bear bud Nicholas to Spencer’s Butte. On arrival, I’m quite pleased to see that the Park and Recreation board realized how important I was and thoughtfully put an arrival declaration warning sign on the park post.
Later that evening, Nicholas told Jane that he saw a bear in the park.
“You did?” she asked.
“Yep.” He answered. ” We brought one.”
That’s right. This bear was in a park.