thecoconutcrab

(This is a repost from MySpace, in response to a bulletin sent by one of my vegan friends.  I thought some people on here might have caught on to it, either through art blogs or the aforementioned networking site.) I'm a skeptical person.  However, I am also in favor of animal rights.  This pairing puts me in a tight spot with this latest bulletin, which wants me to sign a petition to protest the repeat performance of a Central American presentation which involves the deliberate death by starvation of a small dog. Firstly, I am not able to verify this, myself.  It all smacks too much of the "Bonsai Kittens" outrage from a few years ago.  Su

Last night, I decided to try and convert Planescape to 1st Ed rules.  It's unnecessary, yes, but it's been a while since I was so dedicatedly nerdy.  I got all the books for free, anyway, and I've been meaning to try those fossils out.  I also miss Planescape very badly.  It was such a weird little setting.  I loved the Steampunk-meets-Star- Wars-in-a-streetfight-with-Rifts appeal.  Only now do I realize how little justice I did it, in those days before I understood what an NPC was and how useful they were to me.  I hope, now, to make right those youthful indiscretions and to visit an interesting cornerstone of gaming history, in the process.

I bought a new old drill from the variety store.  It's got a three-jaw chuck, a varnished wooden handle, a rose-colored butt that unscrews to reveal a super-fly set of beautiful, tiny, straight-fluted steel bits, and a fire-engine red gear to get this honey rolling.  I hit it with the WD-40 and it spins like a dervish, even after who knows how long it's been stored away.  I tried it on a gourd and it was like brain surgery.  Just so smooth.  I think I'll name it, "Christmas." Fuck my ass, that's sexy. And you know what I paid for it?  A bunch of old romance novels and a plastic table I found in the trash. Some days, I feel like Mario, just