When you wake up at seven in the morning on a Sunday to do your laundry, the rest of the world disappears.
When you wake up at seven in the morning on a Sunday to do your laundry, the rest of the world disappears.
Once upon a time, I had a lot of bamboo skewers at my desk. I really have no idea what they were doing there. This was several jobs back, when I was working in the same office as krasota and explodingcat. One of our coworkers brought in some peeps. Then we started talking about how their coloration and shape don’t occur in nature.
Of course, this is about the same time I was reading Hyperion.
The logical thing to do was impale peeps on the bamboo skewers and tape them to the borders of our cubicles. Right up through the chest. Like a warning to other peeps.
All different colors, it didn’t matter. All peeps were the same in the eyes of krasota, explodingcat, and myself. If they had the bunny rabbit peeps back then, rest assured that they would have been up there.
I seem to recall that they were up for about a month before they asked us to take them down.
Good times.
Update: explodingcat reminded me that over time, their colors faded and they appeared to grow bald. That was weird.
It looks like pen and paper roleplaying just moved up (or down, depending on how you look at it) in the geek hierarchy.
I present to you, “Dungeons and Dragons For Dummies.”
This book shares shelves with the recently published:
Looks like this particular hobby got a lot more acceptable. Just like Mormonism and Hepatitis C.
It has come a long way since the “It will eat our children’s souls!” days.
I always think about playing every now and again. I never ran a game, but there are a lot of people I do know that play. I like the creative aspect, and reading the source books.
They’re like tourbooks to lands that don’t really exist, filled with complex societies, city maps, flora and fauna, weather, natural (and unnatural) phenomena, and interesting characters.
Yes, I understand you can get the same thing out of reading a fantasy novel. But reading it in the form of a “guide to” rather than a “novel about” provides you with details and gives you a sense that someone dreamed this place “in the whole.”
Well, I know it’s late, but I want to comment on this picture here. Every day I walk to work, and it seems that lately, I’m running into more and more thoughtful graffiti.
Now, the only thing this made me do was go through and look up if he really said something like this. Of course, he said a lot of really profound things. I’ll have to do something other than google it, maybe even hit the library tomorrow to look up quotations.
Him and Oscar Wilde.