The Girl Who Lost The Bet

…but still managed to come out the big winner

Not A Real Timeline Of My Life: Part 4

August 1, 1965: Doc is accepted into The Hobart International School for Young People. This thrills his parents. Doc is less than thrilled, especially when he learns that his first year at Hobarts will be at the New York City campus.

September 15th, 1965: Arrives in New York City. Within minutes of stepping off the bus, he meets avylou, thus beginning a friendship that endures to this day. Doc’s parents say she had a “civilizing influence” on him. Her parents say he “certainly made her more of a risk taker”. Both children meet other students from the U.S.A, Canada, the Bear Flag Empire, Canada, the 100 Nations, Quebec and The Republic of Texas.

September 19th: Called to headmasters office after getting in a fight with four older boys. Given 5 days detention…after he explains to the headmaster how he won the fight singlehandedly.

September 27th: More detention, this time for “Leaving the campus at night and running wild in Central Park”. His excuse: “It’s the only place in this town that comes close to being a forest.”

October 16th: Convinces avylou and two other students to help him find out what their biology teacher is doing sneaking around the campus late at night. Turns out the biology teacher is having a late night affair with an english teacher…and a math teacher…and the school nurse. The other three children are shocked, but Doc merely remarks “Wow…not bad for a short bald guy.”

To be continued…

In Blog We Trust

…yeah, right.

Guitar Auction

Grace has put my father’s 1942 Martin O-15 guitar up for sale on ebay. The auction/sale/whatever (I’m ebay clueless, I’m just relaying what she left me on a note this morning) number is 7419089195. If you know any guitar collectors, point them towards it.

No Timeline in this entry…gotta leave early for a visit with my dermatologist.

Doc Tempest And The Green Eye Of Doom

…from the September 1963 issue

Review: X Men: the Last Stand

Altho I have read several anguished fanboy reviews that declare this movie to be everything from merely flawed to the precursor to the Apocalypse, I gotta tell ya, I liked it.

Is it the best of the three? No, not at all.
Does it have too many characters? Probably.
Does it have plot holes? Yes, but then, most superhero flicks do.
Is it action packed? Yep, you betcha.
Does Kelsey Grammar rock as Beast/Hank McCoy? Oh, hell yes!
Are there some surprises? Yep.
Do I suggest you go see it? Yep
Will there be a fourth movie in the series? Bet the farm on it, but don’t expect it for a few years.

And to all the anguished fanboys out there…better luck with Spider-Man 3, Iron Man and the totally unimpressive looking Superman Returns.

Not A Real Timeline Of My Life: Part 3

Late May, 1960 to Late August, 1960: Spends summer with his grandparents, travelling around the 100 Nations (AKA most of North America between the Rocky Mountains and the Mississippi River). Greatly influenced by Native American culture.

December, 1960: On vacation with family in New York City. This is his first trip to the United States. Somehow manages to free the giant ape, Kong, from his enclosure in the Bronx Zoo. Parents are not amused. Kong evades capture and, altho he is tracked as far as northern Argentina, is never recaptured.

May, 1961: Birth of brother. Robert (now nicknamed “Doc” for reasons that are never made clear) once again spends the summer in the 100 Nations.

October, 1961: Family relocates to the Imperial Territory of Seattle (western Washington state to us) for 6 months while the Imperial Rangers track a smuggling ring. Young Doc begins taking Kung Fu lessons.

April, 1961: While his mother and siblings return to Northern California, Doc accompanies his father and some Rangers north to Alaska Territory on a fishing trip. While there, he gets a chance to live among the Inuits for a month.

June, 1961 to August 1965: School years in Northern California, Summer vacations in the 100 Nations, with various holidays in Australia, South America, Africa, Europe, Asia.

To Be Continued…

Purple Dogs, Yellow Cats, Green Guinea Pigs

…welcome to the psychedelic pet shop

Not A Real Timeline Of My Life: Part 2

July, 1957: After many adventures, the Cross family arrives in Shanghai, China. All records of what happened over the next 3 months were sealed by both the Imperial Chinese Government and the Bear Flag Empire.

Late October, 1957: Arrive home in Marysville, Northern California. Father joins the Imperial Rangers (like the Texas Rangers, only tougher) and Mother takes a job as a teacher at Emperor Norton University (Marysville Campus).

September, 1959: 5 year old Robert begins his most challenging adventure to date…kindergarten. Having been raised by adventurers and spent much time around Imperial rangers, university professors, Native Americans (his paternal grandmother and her kin), cowboys (at the family ranch) and other colorful folk (both related to him and not), Robert is described by his teachers as “a very challenging child”.

To Be Continued…

Curious George Pees On An Electric Fence

…after that, he wasn’t so friggin’ curious

Not A Real Timeline Of My Life

January, 1954: Born in a small village on the island of Madagascar, to an American father and a Eurasian mother. Father was an adventurer/pilot, Mother was a biochemist/spy.

March, 1954-July, 1954: Travels throughout Asia with parents

July 3, 1954: Arrived in San Francisco, capital of the Bear Flag Empire.

July, 1954-August, 1956: At home (in Northern California) with parents.

September, 1954: Leave for England with parents.

November, 1956: In London, with parents. Kidnapped by the nefarious Dr. Wu while his mother is giving birth to his sister. Rescued 3 hours later by an unnamed British Secret Service agent.

May, 1957: Leave England on the Imperial Airship Mark Twain, bound for China, with stops in France, Turkey, Africa, India and Tibet.

To Be Continued…

Two Ducks Guard The Television

…and their names are Frank and Hank.

Well, yesterday was a pretty good day, in as far as I was spared any sad thoughts about Roscoe. This was entirely due to my muse having set up housekeeping inside my head, thus causing my Rampant Imagination (Gaming Division) to kick into high gear.

Now, even on a slow day, I get more ideas about roleplaying games than I can ever do anything about, but yesterday…Ooh Baby! I got ideas for settings, adventures, characters, convention games, rules tweaks, gamer t shirts…you name it. I thought up new stuff, revisions to old stuff, run of the mill hack & slash stuff and even some pornographic gaming stuff. Some of these ideas (NOT the porno stuff, you naughty horndogs) will find their way into my Kingdom Building Game, while others will pop up at GenCon 2007 and still others will be included in the face to face roleplaying sessions I hope to start up in July.

And then, about the time I got off work at 5, my imagination shifted from Gaming to Gardening.

But that’s another posting:)

The Sun Is The Same, In A Relative Way

…but you’re older

Tomorrow will mark one year since Roscoe died. I had kinda considered staying home from work with a bottle of tequila, but several things changed my mind. Can’t afford to lose a day of work, can’t drink like I used to, don’t want to upset Grace and Roscoe never did like tequila anyway, being a confirmed scotch drinker. So instead I’ll just go about my daily biz and know that now, once the one year mark has passed, the painful memories will truly begin to fade into the past.

I miss you, buddy. You were a helluva dog.