For the record, coherence is highly overrated. Slinky squirrel breaks mad-beats on the chains of laryngitis surreptitiously, what. Perhaps I need to rethink my position on coherence. Seriously, though, I get cranky when I’m tired or my sleep is interrupted. That is to say that I have been cranky for about two months now. The state of being cranky and incoherent is hardly productive however, so I’ve decided to fake cheerfulness and eloquence. I am very successful at one and totally disastrous at the other. I leave you to mull over which is which.
I feel somewhat obligated to mention Gary Gygax’s recent death. I am proud to say that I knew him personally. That is to say that I am proud to be a liar of the highest level. (That’s like what, 24, 25 in the latest sourcebook?) Until now I knew that name only as an accreditation on the cover of a book that should I ever be suspected of a crime would serve as an excellent resource for my fingerprints. Upon hearing of his death, and learning of how integral he was to bringing Dungeons and Dragons into my life, I have come to realize that he has made an incredible contribution to the way I think about everything. We played a lot of AD&D in highschool, which I consider my most formative years, and I still fight a constant battle against my addiction to all things that roll to produce a random number.
Perhaps I shall celebrate his life by rolling a half-human, half-elf monk. Just for old time’s sake.
Ja.