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Note to self:

Do not eat horseradish hot pickles. Then wait for about 20 minutes and then, because you forgot you ate them, put in a contact lens with unwashed hands.

My right eye looks like something from one of the Hostel movies.

This doesn’t really have anything to do with genre stuff, but I have gotten completely hooked on this "blog" where a guy is reposting letters his grandfather wrote back in WW1. It is moving at times and plays out an amazing story of an ordinary guy caught up in incredible events. I’m biting my nails waiting to see if Harry makes it out of the war alive.

I would like to note that while I love Get Your War On, I am not in love with it.

I have pointed this out before, but it bears repeating.

I was looking around yesterday and realized I really need to get with the reading. I’ve got a huge stack of game stuff from Green Ronin to tear into, other game misc. and then of course the fiction stack. Add the small heap of graphic novels (some of them signed) my friend Lee. I practically buried.

I watched the kiwi film Eagle vs Shark today. It is a really amusing romantic comedy with some goofy animation and Napoleon Dynamite style humor. I reccomend it for anyone looking for a date film or just something to laugh at/with.

I woke up yesterday with a perverse need for hot food. So I made nerd girl drive me to Buffalo Wild Wings so I could have a chicken sammich with blazing sauce and fries, dripping with the same infernal mixture. I was sweating I was so lit up, it was magic.

I was oozing the poison from the night before from every pore, exactly what I wanted. Punishment requires redemption or you can reverse it, what ever is comfortable for you. I was pheonix resurection and coming around, then I decided I wanted something more.

I had a blazing inferno in the center of me, and decided it need cooling. We had a massive snow bank off to the side of the apartment, barefoot and wearing sweats and a tshirt I went and face planted in it.

That wasn’t enough. I went and jumped in it again, then took designated girlfriend and made snow angels. At 3am, with a gut full of uranium, beer and goldschlager.We rolled in the snow.

We came back in giggling like children and I rinsed my feet off in hot water (they were crazy cold. bare feet and snow don’t mix). We laughed and talked to damn near dawn.

She woke and left and I curled up and slept.

Great damn night.

I jumped on the Paizo sale of Green Ronin books because, seriously, Green Ronin rules. I spent the day looking at said books after I pulled them out a snow pile near my door where the thoughtfull USPS left them without a knock. Green Ronin is all about quality production, it reminds me of Pagan back in the 90’s. To get so much good stuff so cheap is insane.

Still, this an ocean of game crap I may not ever play. So really it is all fun cheap game read. I have a stack of fiction and game books that is Kuala Lampur Twin Towers like. Is it Kuala? Anyway, tons of crap to read of game, horror and blah blah blah.

I will be devouring this and commenting on it in the early part of this coming year. Get ready. And I might write about it here or on the board and get cited as ‘Exciting on the blogs!’ or ‘exciting on the boards’ and get zip cred for it.

I hate you Joe Crowe, I hope your shirt chafes.

Wait, wow, that was wandering.

Why is O’Hare choke point for our air travel? For more then a decade when I have flown or heard about flying if there was a hint of inclement weather O’Hare became a nightmare. Having flown through there a few times I can say that the layout of the place sucks.

Can’t our air carriers redirect elsewhere? Kansas City, while getting storms isn’t as paralyzed by them as Chicago, neither is Saint Louis.

I want some rethinking of air travel in this country on so many levels it is stupid.

Just wanted to wish everyone a Happy Festivus. And now…the Feats of Strength!

Ron Mueck is an amazing, amazing hyper-realistic artist that plays with human scale. Check it out but, warning, some of his art is NSFW.

link.

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Being a pretty unabashed athiest I could care less about christmas, but I, in a weird way, like taking advantage of this time of year to buy people goofy gifts.

So here is a brief list of some of the yotz that I bought people this end of the year season.

1. My good buddy Craig: A pair of pirate TV trays for his living room. I admit this was somewhat self serving because I eat lunch over there now and then, but they are still really cool.

2. My girlfriend Becky: A copy of the Principia Discordia. Among other things; she is getting multi-gifted. She never has read it.

3. A metric assload of bowling shirts for people both in my real life and virtual life. This summer I fell in love with the shirts from Bowling Shirt dot com bought a bunch of them and now want everyone else in the world to wear them.

4 A black Sumo Omni for the house my girl lives in with her roommates Mike and Amy. I think they will all fall in sumo love like I have.

There are other gifts floating out there but they aren’t quite as fun as the top four.