I Mock You With My Ice Cream Cone, Amish Guy

Sick

I lost a big chunk of last week to a cold the likes of which is spoken of in song and fable. Seriously, it sucked.

My lungs are still screwed up. They always drop at the first hint of trouble and take the longest to clear up. They're like France.

Busy

I'm working lots. Normally I go home and that's that, but for some reason it's been following me home lately.

Reasons Warhammer FRP is Better than D&D (an ongoing series)

# 26 - D&D doesn't have a Consume Alcohol skill.

# 27 - WFRP has rules for an illness called the Galloping Trots ... in the core rulebook.

# 28 - Nobody gets their leg cut off in D&D, and if they did, they'd get it magicked back on.

# 29 - Insanity Points, right in the main profile line.

# 30 - Papa Nurgle.

Strange

Driving everywhere got natural, really fast.

Good Stuff

Fort Minor. Like it. They did that Where'd You Go song, but seriously, most of the rest of the album is better than that. Remember The Name? Win.

Speaking of Win

My lovely wife got me a Tonka race car for Easter.

And Also

People are funny.

Weekend

Wedding coming up. I don't need to do anything for it. I mean, I enjoy MCing and standing up for someone is a huge honour, but still, it's nice to have one where all I have to do is not drink so much that I lose my shit. That's a level of responsibility I'm comfortable with.

No idea what I'm going to wear. I probably should figure that out.

Okay

Peace out yo.