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Ha, the world is good. Better than before, at least. Had an interesting conversation with a Tundra wolf in Louisiana who thinks he's adopted. Ate celery with cream cheese (ahhh, cream cheese....), passed up a charred pork chop. I'm home from D&D.
Yes, I play AD&D. I see nothing remotely dorky about it, but maybe that's because I'm a dork. The father of our host made an inquiry that could have gotten him killed if I hadn't been almost positive he was drunk: "You're playing Dungeons and Dragons? Isn't that a dorky game?" Instead of disemboweling him, I merely replied that it depended on the players, and if we were dorks, then sure. I should have given him the Look and asked him "Am I a dork?'. Later he demanded to know what my goblet was ( I had set it on the table after finishing the pine nuts I filched and put in it). I mean, come on. "It's mine", I told him. "But what is it?" "It's a cup." Look at it, you imbecile. "Like a chalice? A cup for what?" I was exasperated, and didn't reply as cuttingly as I might have: "For water or something, I suppose." What do YOU put in a cup, genius? We found that out. He also had some kind of presumption against girls, and thought that our host having girls over was a bad sign and he said "at least there's no wine being served." Give yourself away, whydoncha?
Life is good, though. I like leather, and I like silk, and I have both on. My scents, gems, and symbols are all ascertained, and I need to be informed of everycat else's. My hair is braided in the Elegance of Sense palit, and I'm going to sleep soon. Ah, it's a longweekend! But I need to see Nia.
Yes, I play AD&D. I see nothing remotely dorky about it, but maybe that's because I'm a dork. The father of our host made an inquiry that could have gotten him killed if I hadn't been almost positive he was drunk: "You're playing Dungeons and Dragons? Isn't that a dorky game?" Instead of disemboweling him, I merely replied that it depended on the players, and if we were dorks, then sure. I should have given him the Look and asked him "Am I a dork?'. Later he demanded to know what my goblet was ( I had set it on the table after finishing the pine nuts I filched and put in it). I mean, come on. "It's mine", I told him. "But what is it?" "It's a cup." Look at it, you imbecile. "Like a chalice? A cup for what?" I was exasperated, and didn't reply as cuttingly as I might have: "For water or something, I suppose." What do YOU put in a cup, genius? We found that out. He also had some kind of presumption against girls, and thought that our host having girls over was a bad sign and he said "at least there's no wine being served." Give yourself away, whydoncha?
Life is good, though. I like leather, and I like silk, and I have both on. My scents, gems, and symbols are all ascertained, and I need to be informed of everycat else's. My hair is braided in the Elegance of Sense palit, and I'm going to sleep soon. Ah, it's a longweekend! But I need to see Nia.
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