When I first found myself living alone, I wanted most of all not to end up with a boring routine of a lifestyle.
Careful what you wish for.
There’s been some news, and I’m trying to remember it all. Let’s see… Oh yeah.
A couple of years ago, I promised Woody that if he ended ever actually chairing a Leprecon again, I would run gaming for him. I had forgotten about that promise, but he did not. So here we go.
I am the gaming chair for Leprecon 47 – a virtual convention taking place
in our imagination on the internet March 19-21, 2021.
It has been decreed, without my advice or consent, that no events of this con shall conflict, so rather than filling a small meeting room with loud gamers from mid-morning until the shift change in security throws us out sometime past midnight, I have only two sessions: late afternoon Saturday and Sunday.
I am relatively certain I can run concurrent games in that window, but as I write this, I think maybe I should ask.
Anyway, if you can run a game (RPG or other) on Discord or Zoom (the con has a Zoom account – which is basically our only expense), and desire to play it with strangers, then I have an opportunity for you. Contact me for more information.
Yes, I will be running Go Action Fun Time (even if I am the whole game room). I will run Lasers in the Jungle (which I only run at cons) (because its adapted from a module published for a completely different game) and will run the world premiere of Dungeon of Darkest Doom by Jason Youngdale.
Hopefully, I will not be the whole of programming.
What else? Oh – Hidden Lake went well.
The mask discipline in Buckeye is comparable to Kingman, but we are all outdoors, so it’s hard to panic. Worry a little about the unmasked boomers close-talking, but not panic. I’m wearing my mask, after all. And I’ve already had it, and even if I’m re-infected, it was a three-day annoyance to me. I am fairly certain that there is a genetic profile that is only annoyed by the virus, and a genetic profile that falls over dead within days, and that I possess the former. But you, Boomer, are free to take whatever risk you feel comfortable with.
Donald Trump set his presidency on fire to ensure that freedom. (I joke here. It would be great if his reasons were anything so noble- if misguided.)
I reflect, though, that Boomers, terrified of Muslim terrorists, are the reason that the TSA has a collection of my corkscrews. OK.
Back to UnObtanium, I had been warned that the state sales tax would be a recurring nightmare for me, but it turns out that in COVID times, Arizona discovered the power of technology. Rather than mail my form monthly, we can file on-line. And, because we made less than $500 in 2019 (when we did not exist) we can file annually. So, I paid my $50 or so for the Kingman event last year, online, in about 20 minutes.
A year from now, I am hoping it takes a few hours to do the same thing – and that we go over the threshold where we have to file at least quarterly. That’s right – it is a goal to owe more tax more often, because that is a marker of success.
I am part of a civilization and I hope and work for its success. I guess that makes me a liberal.
I am old enough to remember when that would have made me conservative.
That was not what I wanted to tell you about.
Oh – Ruby Vroom (my 2015 Subaru Forester) has passed 100k miles. So, that was sudden. We’ve talked about this elsewhere.
What else? Oh – I am starting to get edits back on Taliesin’s Last Apprentice. (The sequel to Beanstalk and Beyond) It’s mostly been typos. So that’s good?
In contrast, perfect has, indeed, become the enemy of done with the printed version of Go Action Fun Time. I’m comfortable with the content. I am still fussing over the (print) layout.
In particular, I am editing the illustrations to eliminate the scan errors and pencil smudges that make them look even less professional that the theme we already have.
There was one more damn thing…
Last week marked my 54th orbit around the sun. I treated myself to some Sushi, a bottle of favored whiskey, and later may order some underwear online, because I am 54.
And I need my sleep.
A chapter of the second book of the 64: 1500 words.
Writer’s group: 500
Editing photos for GAFT: 2000 (I did this all day).
This blog: 1000
That makes 5000 – though I am cheating bit. I wrote this blog Monday (before the deadline, but did not post it (or add links and graphics) until after deadline. But I’m lowballing the illustration count.
I say I earn whiskey – birthday whiskey.
Now you know.