I, too, have dreams

[thebitterguy]

Weird ones, mind you, but dreams.

Last night, for example, I dreamed I was at a convention at RMC. I suspect it was RedCon, but am not 100%. There was driving in the Brucato-esque style (i.e. the best path between point A & point B is not a straight line, because straight lines often include 10 foot drops. It was a dream, and we were fine).

And, at one point, one of my cow-orkers (her presence at the convention was never suitably explained) enters the room to tell me Steve Jackson wanted to speak to me.

Me? Evil Stevie wants to have a discussion with the Bitter Guy? Sure, I guess.

So, I go into the room and there he is, surrounded by every SJGames staffer I've ever met (which are admittedly, few), and I suspect princeofcairo and gridlore but details are fuzzy. HaringCane was definitely there.

Apparently, I had just been hired by SJGames. This, once again, was a shock, as I hadn't applied. Then I woke up, due to a cat landing on my genitals.

And that, ladies and germs, was the dream. Think nothing of it that cannot be explained by a demented subconcious, and possibly having an extra Manwich.

And mega props to Brian M for bringing a lovely child into the world. This will not disrupt Pulp Zombies much.

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[pyat.livejournal.com]

I'd work for SJGames...

I could write the long-awaited GURPS: Doloreaux supplement.