Chapter 357: In Which Our Hero Inadverdently Triggers A Werewolf Apocalypse

…it’s time to move on from zombies and vampires

The above lycanthropic micro-rant was inspired by cappadocius

Adventure Poll Update: 12 of you have voted. More of you should. Poll will close tonight.

Website Stuff: I have found that my stores of gaming writing stuff are indeed of legendary proportions. I should be able to start the website with lots of gaming goodness. Actual startup of the site will depend upon My Sweet Angel, Grace. She is a very busy and very stressed woman these days, but I think this weekend will see our first sit down discussion about the site. Mostly, that means I tell her what I want and she replies to me in a mix of English and Techese, to which I mostly nod as tho I understand her.

Expect a poll about the website very soon. I need to get a hook on what people want to see and/or lay down cash for.

Gotta get ready for work. More blogging later.

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.

Desmond Never Quite Knew What To Do With The Bodies

…until he learned about wood chippers

Poll Results: In the Writing Poll, the clear winner is the modern day OTE style setting. I shall begin writing it tonight and I will keep a running diary/designers notes bit going here. I look forward to your comments, suggestions and criticisms.

So far, on the Alphabet Poll, X is the letter to beats. However, that’s based on less than 10 votes, so y’all have plenty of time left to vote for your favorite letter as my jumping off point for my new daily feature, People, Places & Things

In non-LJ related news, my Sweet Angel, Grace, is sick with a head cold. She stayed home from work yesterday and today to rest and medicate. Hopefully, she will be feeling better by tonight.

I’m in good health, aside from the pain of breaking in a new pair of shoes, which with my bigass extra wide feet is always a chore.

Winker is in excellent health and spoiled quite rotten. We have been supplementing her dry dog food with a delicious lentils, squash and beans mixture, but tonight, we switch over to an even more delicious Dog Rice made with rice, chicken, sweet potatoes and a touch of curry powder.

Now, I must run to my appointment with Dr. Yen’s UVB Light Booth Of Doom.

More bloggage later.

Nuclear Powered Pogosticks With Optional Laser Beams

…it’s what the cool kids hop around on

On Monday, my Sweet Angel, Grace, will be 50 years old. I’m pretty sure there was a mistake somewhere, since she seems much younger to me.

Anyway, since Mondays suck for birthdays, The Girls and I are going to spirit her away for a day of random fun tomorrow.

In other news, we are eating tomatoes like they are on the verge of disappearing forever…except that they aren’t. In fact, they are ripening faster than we can eat them (altho, every BLT is still great and we’ll eat them as long as we can), so I forsee myself cooking up tomato sauce real soon now.

In case any of you missed my messages before: If you are going to GenCon, give me a call from the con. Yes, I know this is masochistic of me, but what the hell. If you need my phone number, send me an email.

And now, I must smooch the wife and pet the dogs. Don’t wanna mix that one up again, cos I hate dog hair in my mouth.

Chapter 17: In Which Our Hero Unleashes A Stampede Of Pigs In Order To Rescue The Queen

…whole lotta oinkin’ goin’ on

No call from Round Table, so it’s back on the job hunting trail for me.

I have an appointment with the urologist today to see what’s up with my pesky prostate. Hopefully, the news will be good.

Next Monday, the 11th, My Sweet Little Border Canary Of Passion, Grace, will celebrate her 50th birthday. I have some Secret Plans for celebrating this grand event, all set for the day before. I’m thinking she will like it.

Speaking of birthdays, a bigass HAPPY BIRTHDAY shoutout to smalley_smoot, who turns 57 today! Having fought off a heart attack and walking pneumonia in the last few months, I hereby declare him the Iron Gamer for 2008.

Last night, I cooked up another huge pot of FOOOODDDD FOOOORRRR DOOOOOGGGGSSSS!!!! This time, I opted to skip the stinky broccoli. This batch contains chicken, pink beans, split peas, carrots, sweet potatoes, yellow potatoes, parsley, tomatoes, yellow squash, zucchini squash and assorted herbs & spices. It was given 4 paws up by our resident FFD critics.

And now, I must wash dishes, walk dogs and do other fun stuff.

The Knight Is Always Darkest Just Before The Dawn

…because he hates getting up that early

So, here I sit, eating my brekky and drinking my tea and beginning my third month of unemployment. I’m still waiting for Round Table to get their shit together, but starting tomorrow I’ll await their call while continuing to put in applications at any place I haven’t already hit. A list, I might add, that is growing smaller by the day.

But despite all that, I’m feeling pretty good. My Sweet Angel is staying home from work today due to having gotten a bit too much sun yesterday on top of straining some muscles. She is sleeping now and I’ll be doctoring her all day.

Speaking of sleeping, the other two females in this house are sacked out in the living room and are, apparently, dreaming up a storm. Daisy is woofing and her legs are twitching, so I’m thinking she’s dreaming of chasing a rabbit. Winker is sound asleep, but her tail is wagging, so I’m thinking she’s dreaming of getting some love from Grace or I.

Since I’m not going anywhere today, I’ll be gardening and housecleaning when I’m not tending to the estrogen based lifeforms here at Chez Cross.

My life…nothin’ but adventure:)