10/13/07
Not much happened on this level. Grunt found a huge potion shop that had a single potion of gain level. Sadly it was cursed and Grunt floated through the ceiling to dungeon level three upon quaffing it rather than acquiring experience level thirteen.
The lone potion of confusion in the shop didn't have a genie and therefore no wish for Gruntcakes.
Tomorrow, level five!
sup
Meh, Friday wasn't a good day. I did realize that the one-shot story I have planned for Saturday night was a bit... let's say... overreaching in its scope. Fortunately making it feasible and reasonable required a minor edit and the combination of two elements into one. Right now I'm all curious about what kind of superheroes will represent Cassius, elmgrows, Jaybird and maribou (mentioned in alphabetical order to prevent accusations of favoritism).
on the bright side
Zombie Fluxx along with my seven promotional cards arrived today. Stuffed into the envelope was yet another Fluxx promotional card! It's a special rule. Reckon that I'll bring my deck of regular Fluxx over on Saturday the Thirteenth to show everyone the ropes. Next game we can play Zombie Fluxx if everyone's feeling game.
Pun intended.
did i mention
raddidge recently remarked that she was surprised that I knew all the words to the Spongebob Squarepants theme song.
i want to be myself
One of my worst aspects is being critical. I take after my mother and become a caricature of her. It's one of the ways I push other folks away from me. raddidge doesn't like it. I don't like it. Yet it's a furrow, a well-used trail that I take every day because blazing a new one takes too much effort.
calls
I made my first long distance call in months on Thursday afternoon. Spoke with my dad, telling him about how my life is boring, work sucks but it pays me and sharing a fumetti strip about Grampa's old war stories. Dad told me that he acquired a 300 gigabyte external hard drive for a song over at Costco. I cursed him and mentioned that last December, out of necessity, I bought a thirty gig hard drive at Walmart (of all places considering its cheap Chinese goods) for eighty bucks. So I told him that for my gift to myself I want to get a new computer so I can play some new stuff and whatnot. I started to tell him about how a new computer will be a touch complicated and he knew exactly where I was headed by saying "Vista sucks".
I'm proud of you, Dad.
