Not the ninth art (but that one's cooking)

As you may or may not have heard, our latest regular Friday night RPG - Johnbai's second D&D campaign, to be specific - has come to a premature end as a result of the vicissitudes of RL. To memorialize this passage, click here to activate a cheesy midi file (which should play in a new window) and read along:


Anybody here seen my old friend Sebastian?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He punched a lotta people but it seems the big they die young
You know I just looked around and he's gone

Anybody here seen my old friend Narley?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He seen a lotta weird stuff but it seems the small just get lost
I just looked around and he's gone

Anybody here seen my old friend Ragnar?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He helped a lotta people but it seems the good they die young
I just looked around and he's gone








Didn't you love the things that they stood for?
Weren't all of them lawful good in alignment?
I mean all three.
Some day soon, it's gonna be okay

Anybody here seen my old friend Ovo?
Can you tell me where she's gone?
I thought I saw her walkin' up over the hill
With Sebastian, Narley, and Ragnar

Thanks for the good times, folks. I had fun.

Okay, well, that was pretty inappropriate...

And here's something even tawdrier: the 50 Hottest Sci-Fi Girls. Normally, I'd never link to this sort of thing even though Johnbai was all over it, and there's just something weird about a sensibility that can place TV/movie characters portrayed by real women on the same "hotness" scale with comic book/manga/anime/video game characters, but the only actual person to place twice on this list (for two different characters) is a favorite of this blog, so here it is. Slog through or not, but it does hold some surprises.

So, while we're on the topic of geekcore, I don't know if this is where Soapy has been getting the stuff he has been emailing lately or if I am turning him onto the mother load here, but this website is a treasure-trove of old comic book ads.

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Now that I have completely destroyed any ethos I have managed to build up in the past, I'll just say that it sure was peaceful walking home with the hail/snow starting to fall just as I got off the bus. I saw some lighting and heard almost immediate thunder as we pulled up to 65th street, the pellets began coming down as I cut across Salman's Chevron, and the sidewalks just got whiter and whiter as I made my way up the hill. It wasn't quite the archetypal winter wonderland, but the quiet and the stillness were enough to take the edge off a busy day anyway.