thebitterguy

Excuse me for a moment, but it appears that in the new Red Dwarf telefilm:

Lister gets rescued from the Rovers in a Starbug made out of a Smart Car.

It appears they are making it just for me.

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Some obnoxious, overly powerful corporate asshole from an '80s nighttime tv drama. An Ewing or Carrington or... some guy who owns a company. Just fucking up the lives of people who piss me off left right and centre.

Failing that, Captain Kirk, because he got a lot of pussy. In spaaaaaaace!

Or Dave Lister. Because there's something to be said for being the last human in the cosmos if your writers are wacky enough.

You know, my RP fun level just hits the floor when I've been poisoned by gardening stuff, but I still had a verah good time. pyat ran a tale of mob interference on Charon by the dreaded Sicilian Yakuza. You recognize them by their pink socks and red pants-suits. I was a bouncer ( a role I find easier to play than ever, with 'back of the line, please' becoming second nature to me) in love with a pleasure GELF (Genetically Engineered Life Form) , and nottheterritory a curry vendor/former special forces operative.

It was interesting. The prelude to any Red Dwarf game is pretty much 'people get into strange situation, end up stranded in cold universe last representative of humanity'. Which was about right.

The computer, of course, went senile about a million years ago, and I still don't know what happened to my true love/pile of snot. We shall see.

The poisoning, at least that's what I suspect happened, was because Snra Bitter & I had done some yardwork this morning, and I'd handled the Killex. I suspect I may not have washed my hands as well as I thought.

Dinner, which was held to a delightful trivia game at our local Firkin pub, has stayed down. The steak was great, lemme tell ya.