It's been a while

So, there was a flu. And an upper respiratory infection. Followed by a move... while I was still getting winded just from going up the stairs once. We would not have made it through without the help of some very excellent friends. Thank you guys... yet again.

We're out of the ghetto that we were living in... however we're not yet at the new place. The old tenet is being evicted and that is tacking on some extra time. So for now, we're at Jesse's old place which is still his current place.... for the time being. Wheee fun.

But what inspired me to finally post has nothing to do with any of that.

Gary Gygax died.

And geek though I am, I am not going to sit here and wax poetic about his life. He created a really cool game. And then showed himself to be a rotten old turd when people TRIED TO MAKE THE RULES OF HIS GAME ACTUALLY WORK.

Long live D20. Screw you, Mr. Gygax.

Come and knock on our door

I am stuck at work, but the boys are out apartment/house shopping today. Here's hoping they find something with a large bathtub, good lighting, and a robot that comes out of the broom closet and cleans it all while I'm at work.

I actually spoke with my mother the other day, trying to explain the upcoming shift in my living arrangements. It started simply enough, with the phrase 'I'm moving'.

"Away? Again?"

I say: No mom, just around the block or maybe a few towns over. We're getting a roommate, Jesse, so we're going to need a bigger place.

I think: No mom, I already moved away. And to the land of yankees. I don't think in your mind I can get anymore away than that.

"Oh, is this a friend of John's or something?"

I say: Yes, and mine. They work for the same company. He's a really great guy and we all get along very well.

I think: You know, I can hear the suspicion in your voice. Your brain cannot compute why I'd rather have a roommate instead of kid. Obviously, something is wrong with me and John. And possibly, I am fucking this other guy for kicks. Hrm... now there's a thought.

"Well, it'll be like Three's Company then, won't it."

I say: So I have to pretend I'm gay when the landlord shows up?

I think: So I have to pretend I'm straight when the landlord shows up?