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Posted by:I don't think that's wholly the case. I can still recognize the characters, anyway. That, I think, is the important thing.
I don't know why Gina's so touchy about her real name. I think it's kind of fetching. Means "queen" in Latin, which you'd think would appeal to her gothy sensibilities. Then again, I don't know how gothy tabletop gaming is, according to society at large. The non-White Wolf kind, I mean.
So anyway.
It's entertaining to me, how my life now seems to be proceeding apace. What with the new job and the house we'll be moving into soon, everything's barreling onward. I can hardly wait to see what marvels are around the next corner. Unicorn pegasi whose horns grant immortality and thaumaturgical power? Fiery djinni willing to grant heartfelt wishes? Terrible and glorious fae projecting buxom, brunette glamours? Girls? The possibilities are endless!
I might be exaggerating a little bit. When's the last time anyone saw a girl, anyway?
It'll be nice to get the moving bit done, anyway. Have I mentioned that I'll be buying a futon over the course of the move? Because I will be. You know how little girls always want ponies? I'm like that, but with futons. I just think they're neat. They're a couch AND a bed! Without all the tedious unfolding nonsense and excessive weight with those beds that pack up inside couches. It's like the hydralisk of furniture, except instead of being able to fire terrible bone spikes at both air and ground units from their armored chest cavities, futons can effortlessly accommodate movie-watching comfort one moment and bedbound sex the next!
It's versatile, is what I'm trying to say.
I've been told I'm crazy. But you know who else was deemed crazy? Socrates. And I bet he fucking loved whatever the ancient Greek equivalent of the futon was.
-James
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