It’s a shame the Bengals didn’t win the Super Bowl, but they had their best season since 1987 and have come a long way from winning six games in the two previous seasons combined. Looking forward to next year.
A big part of the reason I love running table top role playing games is the conversations. Near the end of today’s game the players freed an efreeti, who offered them three wishes as a reward.
Kathra, the dwarf bard who is very much the voice of reason in the group: “We don’t want ’em!”
Tavaner, the gnome wizard who’s always looking for an angle (and is Kathra’s husband in real life): “Well, now hold on. We could use those to accomplish our goal.”
“No way! You know how they always twist around wish granting so it backfires!”
“Since we’re at the end of the session we can table this until next time and think about what to do.”
It’s Thursday and my brain is mush. Between work and organizing gigabytes of photos I’ve reached my limit for the week. I have two hours of back to back meetings tomorrow between 9 and 11 AM. I may take the afternoon off.
Stay healthy and safe.
Song of the Day
Oregon Hill is a neighborhood in Richmond, VA. This song got a lot of airplay when I lived there.
I went to a barber shop today for the first time in almost a year. An honest-to-goodness southern barber shop with hot lather, straight razors, and a teenager next to me getting his hair cut while his grandfather talked to the barber.
“You ‘member that ol’ boy, doncha? ‘Member his son? He was a big ‘un. Saw him in the back of a pickup truck one time. Took up almost the whole thing. Think he had weight loss surgery. Next time you see that ol’ boy have him do his Foster Brooks impression. Sounds just like him.”
The crowning glory was this display behind the register.