Chapter 200: In Which Our Hero, Washed Up On The Shores Of An Island, Begins A Friendship With An Ape

…rum might have been involved

 

CritterCon 10

Day Five

We spent last night in Yuma, Arizona and the Bus left town at 7 this morning. We all were up by 8 and had a terrific breakfast of waffles and assorted meats.

(Silky: Folks, if you ever get a chance to eat a breakfast prepared by an android version of Julia Child, I suggest you take it.)

(Luke: Oh man, those sausages were delicious.)

(Leon: I needed a nap after that breakfast.)

(Sasha: You’re a cat. You need a nap after a long fart.)

Our only stops today were not terrible long or impressive. Giants of the Desert, located just south of Tombstone, turned out to be big clay and sandstone sculptures made to look like they had been made thousands of years ago by some “lost tribe” of Native Americans. In fact, they were made in the early 1920s by some guy that would bring folks out to see them, then con them out of money for either “research” or to find some lost treasure. The tour took 20 minutes, the cost was $3.00 each and the gift shop was okay.

(Sasha: I considered telling one of the folks running the place that the biggest statue was covering up a crashed Yonarian space probe, but then I thought better of it. That probe has been there 900 years. Another couple of centuries won’t hurt it.)


The Junk House, near Douglas, was considerably more interesting. This is a large old house, about half of which is home to all sorts of stuff that Herman and Delores Arthur have found in the desert over the last 60 years. Everything here has a story, from the rubber baby doll that the found way the hell up a mountain, to the gold tooth that they found imbedded in an old fence post way up near Flagstaff. To be honest, most of the stories get kind of repetitive, but there are enough interesting or funny ones to make it well worth your $2.50 admission price.

(Daisy: The story about finding those old booze bottles after getting chased by an angry raccoon was pretty hilarious.)

(Max: “Ever time we’d think we outrun him, here’d come that goddamn raccoon!” Hahaha!)


We stopped near the Arizona/New Mexico border for a short walk in the desert. And by “we” I mean me, Spike, Gabriel and the critters. It was 114 degrees out. And by “short walk”, I mean about 500 feet and maybe 15 minutes. We didn’t see any wildlife.

(Roxy: That’s because all the wildlife was too smart to go walking around in the 114 degree heat!)

(Silky: Thank goodness for our android bodies.)

We ate lunch on the bus as we headed for I-10, then we played a few boardgames (Terraforming Mars, Kill Doctor Lucky) and the critters, now back in their own bodies, frolicked in the Shoe Room and Meadow Room.

When we got to Las Cruces, we stopped for the night and had some great Southwest chow for dinner, then had another movie night. Tonight’s double feature was “The Shadow in San Francisco” (Earth 1-C, 1940) and “The Shadow Knows” (Earth 1-C, 1942). Both were very good.

I’m about to go have a beer with Gabriel and show him the Warehouse Room. After that, it’s bedtime. Tomorrow we cross New Mexico and half of Texas to end up near Critter City and the con.

Destination Sign When We Started: Oz
Destination Sign When We Stopped: Sin City

QM Radio Station: All Surf Music!

Giant Sized Pancakes

…for giant sized appetites

DogCon 1, Day 1

It’s midnight and I’m a wee bit tipsy. Or maybe drunk. Whatever. Anyway, I’m typing this from the bigass bar on top of the Hyatt, which has free inter-fuckin’-net access. And Guinness on tap at a very reasonable price.

So, here is my day by the numbers.

1:Ran my Over The Edge game “Young Cut Ups In Love” for 8 players, only 3 of whom had ever played OTE. Still, everyone got into it and love flourished (after some wanton destruction of private property, an illicit drug buy, a couple of fist fights and no less than four kidnappings) in Al Amarja by the time we were done.

2: The seminar I attended was titled “So you think you can be a GM?” and was actually pretty damned funny. See, the guys on the panel chose some newbie/wannabe gamemaster from the audience, then hit them with all of the sort of goofball stuff that players are forever doing to GM’s. My fave was the one about “well, it says on page 231 of the second edition guide to troll archers that an arrow CAN go through an inch of iron if you roll a critical hit and you have a Ring of Hitting Shit”.

3: Arriving back at the hotel (about 20 minutes late, due to getting drawn into a conversation about D&D back in the day), I found Grace and both dogs asleep on the bed and Sharon konked out in a chair. I woke up Grace and gave The Girls bellyrubs while she got ready to go to dinner. We then went to dinner at an excellent little Vietnamese place. We were joined by about 14 other people and the good times did roll. Also, we ate a whole bunch.

4: After our ride on the Food Coma Express, Grace went off to play lifesize Kill Doctor Lucky and I went to open gaming where doc_mystery was going to run a Pulp Era game. And boy howdy, was it fun! The plot was part murder mystery, part occult investigation and part globe trotting adventure. As in Montreal to Arizona to the Yukon to Shanghai and back to Montreal on a gigantic airship. Which kinda crashed once due to a certain crusading reporter trying to get the goods on a certain undercover G-man. There were thrills, spills, deathtraps and more than a few laughs. A great game.

5: Several of us went to the big bar after the game, where we are as I write this. Tomorrow promises new gaming fun, a trip to a dog/owner spa and, unless I’m very lucky, a hangover. Yes, definitely a hangover, since delazan just bought me another pint of Guinness. Lovely lass, she.