Not In This Issue: Goldfish, Communists Or Marbled Rye Bread

…or, come to think of it, cow nosed rays

The Stuff That Leaks Outta My Brain

(1) Recipe for a sleepless night, if you’re a Democrat: Somewhere, some Republican scientist is trying to clone Ronald Reagan.

(2) Recipe for a night of masturbatory fantasies, if you’re a Republican: Somewhere, some Republican scientist is trying to clone Ronald Reagan.

(3) If you Just Say No To Drugs, doesn’t that mean the next person will have more available when they say Yes To Drugs?

(4)Don’t you think football games could be made more exciting by the introduction of pit traps?

A Bit Of Gaming Stuff

I will write more on this later, but I neglected to mention that my Deconstruction of a Typical D&D Type World is only about deconstructing certain tropes. I won’t actually be using D&D rules.

Today’s Air Quality Report: They are telling folks to not even excercise INDOORS! We’re all gonna die.

Today’s Temperature: Much cooler today. Merely in the high 90’s. Of course, nobody will appreciate this since we’ll all be gasping for air.


The Rare And Beautiful Firebreathing Monkfish Of Potawango Island

…they cook their own prey

Man, the smoke in the air was the worst yet today. I was outside a couple of times doing stuff and after 15 minutes or so, I had a sore throat and a headache. I can only imagine how this air is hammering people with respiratory trouble.

Just as an example of how goofy I can be, every night as I fix The Girls their hot dinner, I’ve taken to acting it out in the style of different Food Network chefs. Tonights chef was Mario Batale. Last night was Emeril, complete with a BAM!. Can Alton Brown or Paula Deen be far off? By the way, both hounds seem to enjoy my efforts…as long as dinner doesn’t take too long to get in their bowls.

Soon…like, after dinner, I need to find a good refrigerator pickle recipe. The cucumber vine is doing it’s best to win some sort of productivity prize.

An idea just struck me for an RPG in which the typical hack & slash Monty Haul dungeon world is taken to it’s logical conclusion. Which, unfortunately, I shall not be discussing here at this time. I do, however, look forward to y’all giving forth with wildass guesses about what I have in mind:)

Gotta go out and brave the crappy air, due to Daisy refusing to learn to use the toilet. More blogski later.