Hail, the semi-victorious warrior!

It has been brought to my attention that as head of the newest "Norvells" (the s being the key there, I have been a Norvell for a while. I have just never been a Norvells until now.)I need to post every now and then, thus lightening the blogging burden of my most wonderful wife. I find this to be a wonderful task, but I seem to genuinely suffer from an odd case of writer's block most of the time. I am either very critical of my writing or don't find it to have enough creative flair for my taste, but this blog is titled the Norvell News. I don't have to be creative, just report the Norvell News. I can do this. Probably even do it well and maintain a perfectly monotone typing style while doing it.




What you are now looking at is a picture of me. The second is also of me being held aloft on the shield of my ancestors as I march to battle. Now before you think I have gone completely mad, understand that this is the theoretical me because I am neither a dwarf or am I 2 inches tall. This is the model that represents the general of my dwarf army (me) in my hobby. For those of you who haven't talked to me about my latest and greatest hobby passion or have not read any of my posts on my other blog, I take pleasure in painting little plastic and pewter miniatures of fantasy creatures and then combining them with other models to form an army and play a strategy game of epic proportions called Warhammer. It is quite a nerdy hobby. To give you an idea of how nerdy, in fact, it is, I would have to mention terms like Dungeons and Dragons, black clothing, Star Trek, Star Wars, and comic book more times than is worth mentioning in this blog. Suffice it to say that it is an interesting hobby which I find terribly entertaining.


To continue my somewhat verbose story, I have just created and have been playing primarily with an army made of dwarves. This weekend I had the opportunity to play in a tournament with my army. It was a day of pure fantastic and strategic delight. I got to play three large games (which consist of about 2 hours of gameplay each). I lost two of those games, but only by a narrow margin, but the crowning achievement of the tournament for me was to play a guy who had won his previous two games, and summarily wipe him off the table. He came into the game with an air of cockiness and I with an attitude of wariness and humility (mostly due to being beaten twice in a row). I quickly found holes in his strategy and capitalized on his weaknesses using my strengths (funny how that works which consisted of my keen intellect, cunning strategic mind, and lots of armored, hairy, little men. All in all, it was a great day. I got to spend the entirety of it with my brother and that was fun. I like to think of this hobby as what has brought my brother and me together. We don't really have much in common, but our desire to slay massive hoards of fantasy creatures has led us to bound a little more than we normally would have. So, at the end of a day of bloody battles and long journeys (primarily from Lewisville to Killeen, Texas) I arrived home to a beautiful wife whom I love more than anything and I realized, With such a wonderful wife, a great hobby, and a comfy bed after a long day, what more does a guy need!