Christ.

First my wife, now my brother.

BTW: the brother is the other engineer, the one who works for the government on greenhouse gas and climate change.

If you say Global Warming doesn't exist, he will come to your house and pants you. HARD.

A declaration

I am associated in the most general sense withMisfit Studios, but I would like to suggest the purchase of a Space Invaders Thong only in the most non-suggesting sense.

By which, I mean, I guess most RPG worlds don't have their own panty line. Or line of panties, in any case. I believe Mage does occasionally have panty lines. And FATAL has panty raids.

Or something.

A dream

Last night, I dreamed I was somewhere in the southern US, on a business trip. I came to a diner, where I found that Pauly Shore was projecting his new film, Pauly Shore is Dead (okay, not THAT new, but it hardly had a wide release, did it?) on the side of a barn next door, while people watched from inside the diner.

I believe at one point I confessed that I did, indeed, enjoy Son in Law.

Really, I don't think there's any shame in that. SIL was an enjoyable film, at the very least. Sure, I didn't love it as much as most of the Feelm Gohds out there hate pretty much everything, but I enjoyed watching it. The beer helped.

And, you know, Lane Smith makes everything better.

I think the fact I never had to see Shore outside of anything other than SIL and 8 minutes of Encino Man helped me retain a sense of perspective. I will continue saying that until the day I die.

Please alert mr_weasel to this fact.