Take the cilantro, leave the zamboni

Home from Oricon!

A weekend in Chicago.

48 hours of gaming.

20some of my oldest and best friends.

AMAZING food.

Wow.

Damn, that was great weekend. Thanks, y'all!

Total gaming time: 24 hours (6 slots)

Total sleep time: 12 hours

Travel time: 13.5 hours

Small children hugged and played with: 3

Friendly dogs petted: 1

Hugs: too many to count

Knitting completed: finished the final half sock of my purple pair, and did the first half sock of my green heather pair!

Characters played: a paladin general faced with a difficult diplomatic mission and the crimes of her nation, a grizzled mercenary turned prisoner of war turned operative for his republic, a cat person investigating mysterious kidnappings, a sergeant in the siege of Stalingrad, and a young engineer with a barbaric heritage.

And now to bed.

What the? Huh? Wha? Why did they... what were they... huh?

I can't make heads or tails of that.

All I know is that, dammit, it is CUTE when the Obamas do the fist-bump thing and that's it, it's just CUTE, and fer heaven's sake don't make such a stink that they stop doing it! Jeeeeeeeeeez.

...

[Talking to self] Oooh, that was cutting political commentary, Lemur, why don't you go back to buying books or something else that doesn't require you to pretend you can be verbally coherent? Yeah.

*crawls back into cave, muttering*