My Life Among The Women From Another Planet

…aka my wife and avylou

Ok…gotta explain the above. See, both my wife and my best buddy, avylou, had very different childhoods from me. Grace was raised in a very sheltered life by Catholic parents who, during her early teens, whisked the family off to Iran to do missionary work or something. Avylou had a more normal upbringing, but seemed to have not paid the normal American teenager amount of attention to stuff like rock & roll or partying.

Also, both of them were what you’d call “good girls”…good being rather relative.

Anyway, I was the typical American teenager: all about the sex, drugs & rock & roll. Also, I was a Class Clown, a Bad Boy and a Disruptive Influence all rolled into one. I was about as different from either of them as a pangolin is from a potato chip.

The “alien women” joke comes from the fact that I will make statements that I know are pretty common knowledge to folks of my generation and yet they won’t know what I’m talking about. Sometimes avylou will say, “I think I’ve heard of that”, to a comment about, oh, something like the Rolling Stones at Altamont or windowpane acid or somesuch, but from Grace, I get the “Huh?” look. It gives me a sort of “just stepped into the Twilight Zone” feeling.

So, in retrospect, I reckon I was destined to marry one of them and have the other as my best friend. Opposites attracting and all that.

Damn…that explanation went on longer than I thought.

Arthur Has Quite A Collection Of Severed Heads

…mostly from Mormons and Seventh Day Adventists who ring his doorbell in the morning

DogCon 1, Day 1

There is more than a bit of insanity in running a TOON game at eight fucking AM in the morning, but despite my burning desire to be back in bed, great players (including Ms. Miranda Jones) and large infusions of donuts and strong tea helped me make it through the game.

The “plot” of the game was simple: Catch the Foogle Bird. Anyone who has ever played TOON knows two things: The Foogle Bird will never get caught and characters will soon become obsessed with beating each other silly. And thus it went, with riotous laughter and, at one point, impromptu bellydancing by three men with big bellies.

The game was over just short of 10 o’clock, so I started heading off to the Dealers Room with the Jones family and my lovely wife. Halfway there, my cell phone rings (my ringtone is “Flight of the Valkyries”, which got us all singing “Kill da wabbit! Kill da wabbit!”) and to my delight, it’s my old friend avylou, calling from GenCon. She is there with my other old pal, smalley_smoot, his lovely wife and the vast bulk of my gaming friends. We chatted for a bit, since she was heading for the GenCon Dealer’s Room at just that moment, and then said our goodbyes as we both arrived at our respective shrines to adventure gaming retail sales.

I’ve only been in this Dealer’s room about an hour, but I can tell you it’s full of dealers. I’d reckon it’s about a third the size of the GenCon room, but most of the major game companies are here. Not bad considering it’s the first year of a con that purposely scheduled itself exactly opposite GenCon. I’ll get more into that philosophy in another post.

So far, I have bought two Booster Decks for Killer Bunnies, a t-shirt that says “My other dog is a werewolf” and, of course, some dice. Me, I loves me some dice.

In just about an hour, I’m off to run a 4 hour Over The Edge game, then go to a seminar, then go wake Grace up from a short nap so we can head out to dinner with some of my LJ homies. After that, I believe, is Pulp Gamer Goodness with the two fisted Doc_Mystery. After that, there might be drinking.

More DogCon goodness later.