by Philip Reeve. Okay, I’m a child of the ’80s. When I see a good idea, it doesn’t really matter what setting it’s in. I mean, I grew up thinking He-Man* was a good idea. And Transformers.** And…well, I could go on for a while. So when I ran into this book, it really didn’t […]
With the echo of that statement still ringing back from old shields for miles around, Munin grandly picks up his left claw and half-lurches, half-flaps from the smeared old helm he’s been hogging toward a white spear (Hugin thinks) thrusting out of a pile of armor. “The bright helm to the…thigh bone!” Munin chants. The
In a strip mall in Colorado Springs, CO, in the middle of the new growth on the north end of town is a Cajun/Creole place named Culpeppers. There’s no ambiance to speak of: just bright yellow paint. And the waitresses are little white girls, for the most part. Skinny. But with time, they will become
“This is an obscene phone call. Had this been an actual obscene phone call, you would have heard heavy breathing.”
(Dale’s idea.) After Dr. Methuselah’s wife, Candy, died, he went a little crazy. A little mean, a little maudlin. He mixed the genes of a weeping willow with a few DNA strands harvested from the hair of his late wife, weaving in a passel o’ nanotech… The first love tree seeded itself on top of
Ladies and Gentlemen, we have Internets! Huntsville: Brick + wood siding = house. Beware the Quality Inn, one of life’s little ironies. The weirdly-positioned handicap-accessible grab bars on the toilet are 1) rusty 2) cannot be used if the toilet lid is open. Says it all, really. Too bad it’s like conference week out here
Off tomorrow a.m. on business trip…to take notes a thousand miles away. Because nobody else can write things down. Gov’t $$$ at work. Back Saturday afternoon. May/may not have connection.
We played Nine Princes in Pulp again yesterday…hooray! What with all the running back and forth to the books, we only go through 3 1/2 rounds (I think). Nevertheless, during those 3 1/2 rounds my character got in more action than I usually do in a session, making a heroic leap from a zeppelin to
