The Synthetic People Will Eat Your Face

…except for Morrie, who prefers feet

My Adventure In Self-Inflicted Wounds

This morning, as I was hurrying to get out the door and off to my dermatologists office for my Tuesday session in the UVB Booth of Doom, I hurried a bit too much while slicing a pig ear chew for the girls. El Knifo slips and Senor Cross loses a fair portion of the tips of his middle and index fingers on the left hand. Much bleeding ensued…so much that I couldn’t (in my now one handed state) get them properly bandaged to stop the bleeding.

Clutching a small towel that is now gaily spotted with crimson blotches, I called Grace to give her the 411 and tell her that I was off to the ER at the hospital about a block from here. The fine folks there got me bandaged and disenfected and, after giving me about the 25th tetanus shot of my life (no exaggerating), they sent me home. I couldn’t go to work, so here I am, bloggin’ in the middle of the day.

I may miss work tomorrow, too, since the doctor said it’d take as long as two days for the wounds to crust over properly. *SIGH* This sucks.

And now, I’m off to walk the girls.

Red Cat Scream

…a neo-blues song

My weekend was, by turns, fun…busy…more fun…tiring…exceptionally stressful…busy…tasty…big fun…busy…restful.

On Sunday, the gaming group (minus Grace who is in Homework Hell) played Settlers of Catan. It was great fun and I won the game in a very close three way race for that 10th victory point.

And now…

Adventure Seed #5: The Hyde Curse
(The link here is Nazis)

After tracking the escaped Major Stiener and his crew through the steaming jungles of Brazil, Doc and company find the trail leads them to Greece and the ancient city of Athens. Things take a turn toiwards the mysterious when they find Stiener in a coma and one of his assistants totally insane. What could cause such a thing and why are terribly beaten bodies popping up all over the city? Could it be related to the thefts of rare gemstones and common seashells? The only clue is a page from a notebook that mentions experiments and the name: Jekyll. Can Doc and his crew stop the murders and solve the mystery, or has an old evil from the past come back to terrorize the modern world?


Mini Movie Review: Ghost Rider

You can seldom go wrong with a Nick Cage flick or one where Sam Elliot gets to play a cowboy. This movie has both and is a darned fine popcorn flick. Great special effects and not a bad story, either. It’s not Macbeth, but then, who would expect it to be? Doc says check it out.

And now to work.

Wandering In The Dreamhills

…with Tom Waits and Mark Twain, no less

Yeah, that above is from a totally cool dream I had last night. It also featured: a nubile young lass, very small towns from my youth that no longer resemble small towns, a big ol’ friendly black Lab named Pete, a ’57 Chevy pickup and my mom at age 40 or so.

Doc & Grace Get Busy

No, not that sort of busy:) Today we shall, in order, do the following:

1: Go see Ghost Rider
2: Take the girls to the dog park
3: Bring said girly hounds home and bathe them most thoroughly
4: Go food shopping
5: Attack huge piles of homework (Grace)
6: Attack huge piles of laundry & dishes (Doc)
7: Cook and eat dinner
8: Collapse in front of the telly

More items will surely be added to this list.

Adventure Seed #5 will be posted tonight or tomorrow.

Beware Of Buttsnakes!

…they will bite your hiney

Stuff…Posed Just The Way You Like It

1: In my Dundracon reportage, I failed to mention the Buyer’s Baazar (aka Flea Market). That would be because, by and large, it sucked. It only ran on Saturday (because in recent years the Sunday sessions were drying up fast), it closed doors 2 hours early and the room never once filled up with sellers. I saw nothing I wanted to buy and that’s a first for me. I hope things improve next year.

2: I’ve never talked about this, but Dundracon always falls on or very near the anniversary of my dad’s death back in 1984. Altho I didn’t start regularly attending the con until 1988, it has had a healing effect. Most years, I completely forget about what day it is…which has long since ceased to make me feel any guilt (not that feeling guilt is something I do much anyway). Old Wild Bill would have liked that, himself not being very big on guilt or annual celebrations of dead people.

3: I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO tempted to go out and work in the garden, but I have long since learned that this is the time of year when Old Dame Weather just loves to fuck with gardeners and their labors. I shall wait a few more weeks.

4: Heroes was pretty good last night. The long anticipated death (and the murderer) were a surprise. Stan Lee’s cameo was funny and the setup for next weeks episode set the hook nicely in fannish jaws.

5: Bought and drank some goat milk yesterday. Grace and I both agreed that it was almost impossible to tell from cow’s milk. That having been determined, I’m thinking we’ll be adding a milk goat or two to the livestock list when we move out to the country (or as my more urbanly addicted friends call it “run off into the woods”) in a few years.

The girls are giving me that “Yo, Dad, it’s walkies time” look, so I’m outta here. More blogzilla later.

Violent Violet Violins

…say that three times fast

Home Again

I got home from DunDraCon about 4:00 yesterday. We left at about 1:30, after I finally played in a game of Settlers of Catan after all these years. Now that I know how to play it, I’ll have to dig out the copy I bought 2 years ago so I can teach the rest of our gaming group how to play.

Next Con: Conquest Sac in mid-April.

And now I’m off to play a bit of Civilization 3 before heading to work.