This picture must suffice for both Saturday and Sunday because it was taken after midnight on Saturday!

Today's lesson: If you send a wizard to set a fire, make sure you tell him to use magic. You may think it an obvious thing, but he may, in fact, try to use non-magical methods as his first line of attack.

Where'd those guys come from?

In four years of doing this, never has the itch been as bad as tonight. It may have been the two showers I took today, or the extreme swings of hot and cold facial exposure. It may just have been a particularly itchy day. I don't know, but it made it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand.

The task at hand, today, was killing goblins and hobgoblins. And stealing stuff. 'Cause that's how Audra Broadleaf rolls.

Beardstravaganza!

A long evening of getting my full fledged geek on as a DM for our regular group was had. It appeared a good time was had by all, as nobody was whining when it was 2:30 AM and we were just wrapping up.

At the end of the evening I tried to take this nice picture of myself, but I got photo bombed by a bunch of real "characters." I'll get them back though. If they try to take a picture I'll totally mess it up for them. That'll teach them. That...and I'll kill all their PCs.

I think that the fact that 3.14, backwards, is PIE says something about the Universe. I don't know what, but it does.

4 of us Bearders got together with some non-bearders and played some D&D. Ironically, my character is an uncharacteristically clean-shaven dwarf. His name is Shively Ortis and his nicknames include Shorty, Short Stack, Shavenly, and Spanky.

Afterward, I posed for my picture. Someone may have gotten into the frame but I can't tell.

Word Count: 18050, 0 today.

Totally expected, though it does make me behind again. I worked until 7am, though, then slept from 8 until 3, and then went to D&D. So, there was literally no time to write.

"Catholic girls are scary."

"The last time you saw me I was bald, beard with no mustache, and I had a different nose. So if you don't recognize me, I won't be offended."

- Hudson Hawk, 1991

Tonight we ventured out to the Family Game Store and had a brilliant time there, as always. Among the evening's adventures included a round of Eaten By Zombies, a freshly acquired zombie apocalypse deck building card game. Quickie review: it's good, and things start to get desperate rather quickly, which adds a lovely sense of urgency after the first few turns. One of the "best" aspects of the game's art are several disturbing zombie girls depicted throughout, which got really creepy the more I looked at them. And I couldn't not look. Because they were staring at me from the table. And wouldn't stop. *shudder*

It's clear that while my face mane continues it's slow progression outward, it hasn't yet reached the shotgun-length necessary to defend me against the necrotic cuteness of zombiefied little girls. Please, shower my jaw with cashy money, since if you do, it will save the boobs... and just might prevent the zombie apocalypse!

Descriptor of the day: reasserted pruritis

No vintage game today, still dealing with deer aftermath. Perhaps more tomorrow.

Se on mitä on. It is what it is.

I've found, or rather my physical therapist has concentrated my last session on, muscles in my leg that I had somewhat of an idea were there but didn't know could burn with such vigor after such a short time using.

The itchyness has evolved into a mind distracting did you hear about the storm in Alaska? My sister lives up in Anchorage and she's been out cross country skiing and snow shoeing this past week. They just had a bull moose eating the pumkin off their stoop.

Tonight I am in Charlotte, North Carolina for TuacaCon. It's a virtual convention broadcast on UStream that everybody can tune in to. Videos of my band are playing between author readings and interviews, and I just did a segment pimping HoNoToGroBeardMo and Scott's generous pledge to share revenue with the site.

Party on!

Parental Advisory: Implicit Lyrics

I'm seeing a lot of beard-related quotes this month, so I thought I'd provide one of my own:

"If you don't [CENSORED] my [CENSORED] beard, I'm going to [CENSORED]."

I don't remember who said that; I think it might have been George Carlin.

Ready to go grill our $upper, in the dark. It would be less cold with more beard.

I see I'm moving up in the rankings. Thank you, sponsors!

After talking about my kids, my wife felt left out, so I'll fix that now. Last night, for some reason, we got to talking about The Name Game. She said some names just didn't work, and I said they did. So she started challenging me to sing it with whatever word she could think of. You know, like:

Beard, Beard, bo-beard
Banana-fana fo-feared
Fee-fi-mo-meared
Beard!

This continued until about 1 a.m.

Our favorite was Luxemburg.