I’ll explain that in a moment, but first…
I read this morning that Hunter S. Thompson killed himself. This actually didn’t surprise me, since I always figured he’s either commit suicide or be murdered. Still, the world is a little worse for him being gone. Like Johnny Carson, he was one of a kind and his imitators are mere pale shadows of him. Rest in peace, Dr. T. Someday I’ll piss on Nixon’s grave in your honor.
So, what did I do at DunDraCon? Well…
…I ran a pretty rollicking TOON game.
…I bought $18.00 worth of dice, which brings my number of dice up to…oh, I dunno…a GAZILLION!
…I did my first ever imitation of a frog with a Scottish accent (at the behest of the Saturday night Mutants & Masterminds group)
…I played in two Mutants & Masterminds sessions. The Sunday night session included Steve Kenson, tha bloke what wrote it.
…I bought exactly ONE game, Settlers of Catan. This not only bears witness to my pickyness in the game buying arena, but also to the fact that the “buyers bazaar” (AKA flee market) sucked AND that the game industry is still not focussing on the important “curmudgeonly middle aged free range celtic white boy” audience.
…I watched a live action version of the “Cutie Honey” anime movie. It was not the most totally mindfuckingly goofy movie I’ve ever seen, but it tried like hell.
…I sampled “Willy Nelson’s Old Whiskey River” brand whiskey. It kinda sucked. I’ll stick with Jack, thanks.
…I saw a guy with the longest hair I’ve ever seen on a human being. It was, maybe, 2 inched above his ankles.
And now, Dear Reader, I am off to eat chinese food with my Sweet Little Green Singing Finch Of Sweetness.