The good:
*There's a new place in my neighborhood, the Dosa Factory, that sells Indian street food! Their main focus are dosas, which the sign out front calls "Indian Crepes", I guess because "Indian Burritos the Size of a Ten-Pound Cod" didn't fit on their awning.
I mean, look at this thing:

In Davis Square you could hollow that out, install a sink, and charge $700 rent for it. Oh, and it's yummy. And if you eat in the restaurant you get to watch Bollywood music videos, which are awesome.
*Nanowrimo continues well, despite or maybe because of the raucous parties each write-in seems to turn into. At my most recent one I'd been in my seat for about thirty seconds before I was sucked into an in-depth discussion about cauliflower and how difficult it was to be a gluten-free vegan who hates vegetables, like my neighbor was.
Also, by this point in the story my plan was to have the town surrounded by a nigh-unstoppable force, with the main character barely escaping ahead of a mob of townsfolk angry at him for bringing this situation down on them. But the best-laid plans...first my character made it clear that he wouldn't run and abandon the townsfolk to certain death, and then the s.o.b. actually came up with a PLAN, and now the bad guys are getting their asses kicked and the headlong flight to steampunk-Philadelphia is going to be much, much less headlong. Humph.
Also, I notice that based on the photographic evidence, attending these write-ins make me look like I'm posing for a very disturbing Valentines Day portrait.

*I played in
_dragonwolf_'s "Oz" larp this weekend, and it was totally awesome. I had a near-death experience, an "aha" moment that still makes me grin, and a great group of fellow players to bounce theories off and make twitch. And there was a flying monkey. If the GMs had just given out $50 "consolation" prizes every time they were asked a question and couldn't give a complete answer, this would have been the larp I asked a genie for.
So. How're you?
*There's a new place in my neighborhood, the Dosa Factory, that sells Indian street food! Their main focus are dosas, which the sign out front calls "Indian Crepes", I guess because "Indian Burritos the Size of a Ten-Pound Cod" didn't fit on their awning.
I mean, look at this thing:
In Davis Square you could hollow that out, install a sink, and charge $700 rent for it. Oh, and it's yummy. And if you eat in the restaurant you get to watch Bollywood music videos, which are awesome.
*Nanowrimo continues well, despite or maybe because of the raucous parties each write-in seems to turn into. At my most recent one I'd been in my seat for about thirty seconds before I was sucked into an in-depth discussion about cauliflower and how difficult it was to be a gluten-free vegan who hates vegetables, like my neighbor was.
Also, by this point in the story my plan was to have the town surrounded by a nigh-unstoppable force, with the main character barely escaping ahead of a mob of townsfolk angry at him for bringing this situation down on them. But the best-laid plans...first my character made it clear that he wouldn't run and abandon the townsfolk to certain death, and then the s.o.b. actually came up with a PLAN, and now the bad guys are getting their asses kicked and the headlong flight to steampunk-Philadelphia is going to be much, much less headlong. Humph.
Also, I notice that based on the photographic evidence, attending these write-ins make me look like I'm posing for a very disturbing Valentines Day portrait.
*I played in
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So. How're you?