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Friday, August 4th, 2006
6:15 pm
Monday, November 7th, 2005
10:11 am
Gaming goodness...
OK, I'm ramping up to run a big D&D 3.5e campaign. I've been taking all KINDS of notes on adventure ideas, world setting, NPC's, etc...

The overall premise for the campaign is this: the PC's in the course of their adventures are approached by a strange character who warns them of a vast conspiracy. The conspiracy is a group of powerful mages who have joined together for a dire purpose. The majority of them are practitioners of necromancy and demonology. Together they have mapped out the "Ley Lines" or channels of natural magical energies that flow across the world's surface. They have then recruited other vile servants and are creating points of "taint" along the ley lines. Places of fear, pain, and suffering. By creating these points of taint they hope to turn the balance of the magical energies of the world in their favor and increase their own power. It will be up to the PC's to travel along these ley lines and stopping the minions of this cabal.

I intend things to be pretty free-form outside of that, allowing the party to decide which ley lines they will follow. There will be "non-conspiracy" related adventures to face along the way, as well as any enemies they may make in the course of their investigations.

Largely this will be a horror-themed campaign. I've been nose deep in "Heroes of Horror" since I picked it up on Friday. I'll also be picking up "Libris Mortis" and "Lords of Madness" as I'm able to. Pick and choose some nastiness from Ravenloft and it should proove a nasty campaign.

I'm also adding basic firearms to the game. The rules I'm using are an amalgamation of the 3e Ravenloft rules and some Iron Kingdoms stuff as well. These roughly equate to dueling pistols and flintloque rifles, but I'm adding the gun mage class from Iron Kingdoms if any of the PC's are interested in taking that.

I just need to finish fleshing out the world map and some of the adventure ideas and I should be able to start running the campaign by January.
Monday, August 29th, 2005
7:50 am
Monday [groan]...
Another weekend has passed, this one a bit more significant in its passing than so many before it. For tonight I start at my new[est] job.
I look forward to it - after, I'm doing less work for the same pay than at my last job, basically - but, as usual, I worry.
I worry about way too much piddly crap, guys - please help me stop.
Actualy, though, when I really think about it, I worry basically about two things:
1] Money. But that, thankfully, has gotten far better in the last month and looks to slowly but steadily improve. Of course, when you get a $1200 fed tax refund, get your little lagging bills and the others caught up or current and then some, and in the next month you need a new computer [$644], new VCR/DVD combo [which originally cost $225], and your dog dies, leaving you with $797.25 worth of vet bills, you feel like screaming in frustration.
However, I've decided that I've replaced everything in the house I'm going to replace for 5 years, so if it breaks, we will just have to get some spit and baling wire. Or we'll actually have to [gasp] find something to do together...
2] Babysitting; we don't make enough right now with our bills to pay regular sitters for our kids, so we alternate between the kids' grandmothers. My mom can do it sometimes, and her mom can do it sometime, though her mom is less into doing it - despite the fact that she runs her own day care - when it's not convenient for her. It's like some little control game she plays.
Sooo, I'm going to hopefully be solving that problem son, but it'll take more income, so that a regular, reliable, paid babysitter can be on hand when needed. I'm tired of getting angry phone calls at 8 p.m., or 6 p.m., or 4 p.m. or whenever, asking me incessantly "when are you going to be done?"
Is it me, or does it sound a little weird for someone to agree to do someone a favor - and then complain constantly about doing it? I don't want to sound like an ingrate, but between my mother and Lynne, they've saved us something on the order of $50,000 in day care since Spencer was born, but if I ask someone to watch the kids until 10 p.m., and they say, "Ok," then what the hell are they doing calling me at 8:45 asking me if I'm done yet?
Is it just me?
However, like I said, a paid babysitter is the biggest need in this family right now. That would solve at least two problems - where Logan is and Where Spencer is as well.
I just wanna make it till Friday, when I get my final check from the Banner, which will include my remaining unused 100 paid hours off as well as my salary. That should help a bit.
But that's enough of True Confessions. How is everyone else doing?

Saturday, August 27th, 2005
10:04 am
Op-Ed piece
Here's the unexpurgated version of my recent rant on the pending 60th anniversary of V-J Day, which will be Friday, 2 September 2005. Sorry it's long; it's about 2450 words, which would equate to more than half a page in a full-sized newspaper. But, hey, nobody ever said I wasn't verbose.

A perspective on V-J Day

By David Insley
TOKYO BAY, 1945 – Gen. Johnathan Wainwright’s lot in the Second World War, like that of so many American troops taken prisoner, was not an enviable one.
Left behind on Corregidor in April 1942 when Douglas MacArthur withdrew to Australia, taking his personal fight against the Japanese over a thousand miles away, “Skinny,” as he was known, was placed in command of the forces on Luzon - which, by then, basically amounted to half-starved men by the thousands who were riddled with dysentery and malaria. Running low on ammunition, supplies and morale, their fates were sealed.
Not long after MacArthur left, The Rock was pounded into submission.
Wainwright, taken prisoner by the armed forces of a nation which he presumed would honor the Articles of War, was forced to exceed his own personal authority and order all American forces in the Philippine Islands to surrender to the Japanese Empire. If he didn’t, the Japanese could have barricaded the fortified underground sections of Corregidor and then set off explosive charges to entomb his command, sentencing them to a slow, suffocating demise.
Abused constantly by their captors and deprived of basic supplies and first aid, the men of Bataan who were taken by the Japanese in April 1942 just before Wainwright’s capitulation were force-marched for several days to an internment camp. While a rare few were treated mercifully, many were kicked, beaten, beheaded, set afire - or used for bayonet practice - by the Japanese.
It was nothing new to the conquerors of Bataan.
Less than five years before, the Japanese had done even worse to Nanking, China. It is estimated that more than 200,000 people were butchered when the Imperial Army moved into that city.
Spitting babies on their bayonets and swords, raping women so many times that some went insane, executing men simply because they were men and thus could be capable of fighting back, the Japanese Army did things which were unspeakable.
Elsewhere on the Asian mainland, other unspeakable acts were being committed. U.S. servicemen were used as guinea pigs for experiments so cruel that some, in point of fact, weren’t really experiments. They were torture. Injecting seawater into the veins of captives, the “scientists” of Unit 731 were little more than the latest incarnations of the Marquis de Sade.
And the Emperor, the slim, bespectacled, soft-spoken man the Japanese called the latest incarnation of their Sun God, knew of these things. Of Nanking. Of 731. Of Bataan.
In mid-April of 1942, just before Skinny Wainwright was captured, the Doolittle Raid, which put a single squadron of B-25 bombers over Tokyo for about two minutes, took place, proving to the Emperor that he could be reached. The Japanese military learned that they were not invincible.
In response, the Japanese killed 100,000 Chinese civilians, punishment for harboring some of the 85 U.S. airmen who took part in the raid.
After Nanking, and after Corregidor, there were other places and names, places and names that would join that of Col. Jimmy Doolittle as the tide turned.
The Midway Miracle in June of 1942 was joined by Bloody Ridge, Tarawa and the Philippine Sea in the annals of victory for the United States.
Three years after the worst defeat in U.S. military history, the Americans were knocking on Hirohito’s door.
Japanese determination increased as their defensive perimeter shrank. Of the roughly 3,600 men defending Tarawa in late 1943 against the U.S., a mere 17 survived as prisoners, and seven of those were wounded. Indications of just how little inclination to a surrender the Japanese possessed were well-known, all the way back to the first fighting on Guadalcanal 15 months before, when the Ichiki Detachment charged machine guns in a death-or-victory, last-ditch effort.
MacArthur also got his wish, stepping off a landing craft into the knee-deep surf at Leyte in October, 1944, two and one-half years after fleeing Corregidor on a PT boat in the middle of the night. He had returned just as he had promised, but far too late to save his friend, Skinny.
Just days after MacArthur’s return to Leyte, Admirals Jesse Oldendorf and William Halsey put paid to some old debts, first by waylaying a decoy force of aircraft carriers hundreds of miles north of the Philippines, and then by “crossing the T” for the last time in naval history and gutting the Imperial Japanese Navy’s surface forces.
Musashi, one of two completed Japanese super-battleships, went down during the battle of Leyte Gulf, as it became known, but not before 17 bombs and 19 torpedoes were needed. Even mortally wounded, Musashi tried to beach herself for use as a gun platform rather than surrender to the law of gravity.
Just one bomb, in the right place, had put the USS Arizona in the watery tomb where she still lies, fuel tanks still leaking oil, over 1,000 of her crew forever aboard her.
Manila was liberated the following summer, after bitter house-to-house-fighting in which most of the city was destroyed. America had also taken over other former Japanese holdings. Saipan. The Palaus. Hollandia.
Iwo Jima was on the to-do list in February, 1945. Okinawa’s turn came on April Fool’s Day, which also happened to be Easter Sunday.
Between the shellacking the Japanese took at Leyte Gulf and the first landings on Iwo, a new, more terrifying weapon had emerged - the kamikaze, more evidence that surrender was not an option to Japan.
Named in honor of a typhoon which gutted an invasion fleet headed to Nippon seven centuries before, these human suicide weapons - planes loaded with bombs and delivered into the decks or sides of an American combat vessel by men ready to die for their God-Emperor - were to be the “divine wind” which would keep American troops from landing on Japanese soil.
The casualties on Iwo were heavier for the Americans than for the Japanese; it would be the only time in the Pacific War that would take place, but at the time, no one knew that.
A dying Franklin Delano Roosevelt left behind a newly-minted Vice-President, an ex-Army captain from the prior war, who had replaced Henry Wallace in the role, to finish the fight. A fight which, on 12 April 1945, was still raging in Europe, too, another brutal regime, that of Adolf Hitler, in its final weeks.
Hitler bit a cyanide capsule and shot himself in the temple 18 days after Harry Truman was sworn in. A week after that, Karl Donitz, the last Fuhrer of the Third Reich, surrendered to the Allies, and at 12:01 a.m. on 8 May 1945, Europe finally saw peace.
In the Pacific, the battles were nearing a climax. Resistance by Japan reached a crescendo of violence. The Musashi’s sister ship, Yamato, made a suicide run to Okinawa against forces so superior that only an honorable death, a chance to beach itself for use as a gigantic pillbox against the Americans, was within the expectations of those who made the voyage.
With Okinawa slowly becoming secured by US forces, and nearly a quarter of a million Japanese dying in the fight - more than the total number of American dead in the entire Pacific Theater to that point - Truman was told, while talking about the postwar world with Clement Attlee and Josef Stalin at the Potsdam Conference, of a super-weapon’s first use.
He had only heard of it a short time before, though he once stumbled upon part of its funding when, as a penny-pinching, waste-hating Senator from, ironically, Missouri, he began asking questions and was told that the funds were for a super-secret project, so secret, in fact, that he was implored not to investigate further, for fear of a leak.
“That was good enough for me,” he recalled later - and turned his attentions elsewhere.
Couched in code, the results of the “operation” on the “patient” in the New Mexico desert had “exceeded expectations.” Doctors in Alamogordo, New Mexico, had created the most powerful weapon devised by Man.
At Potsdam, a declaration put forth by the Big Three demanded the unconditional surrender of the Japanese military - but not the Emperor. Japanese hard-liners took this as a softening of terms, and committed to fight on, ignoring the Allied surrender demand.
Thus, in late July, 1945, Truman had a lost-lose decision: Launch Operations Olympic and Coronet, the planned invasion first of the southernmost Japanese Home Islands, Kyushu, in the mid-fall of 1945, and then land on Honshu east of Tokyo the following spring, or do something else.
He could order that the atomic bomb be used on a Japanese city. This could be done in the hopes it would strike such fear into the U.S.’s foe that they would immediately capitulate.
After the charge of the Yamato, after the mass suicides of civilians on Saipan, after the bloodbath for American troops that was Iwo, Truman chose the only realistic option, since the Japanese militarists who so dominated the nation’s hierarchy refused to countenance a surrender.
On the island of Tinian, on August 6, 1945, three B-29s lifted off. The Enola Gay, named after the mother of Col. Paul Tibbetts, the pilot, was followed by the Great Artiste, which had recording equipment to be used to document the bomb’s effects.
Taking up the rear was, in one of the war’s many ironies, the Necessary Evil. This plane was the photographic ship.
Six hours later, Hiroshima, as such, no longer existed.
Three days after that, Bock’s Car repeated what Enola Gay had done, all but wiping Nagasaki off the map. The hilly terrain in and around the city contained the blast, channeling it slightly, but the casualties still ran into the tens of thousands.
And still, Japan did not surrender.
It took six more days, an invasion of Manchuria by Stalin’s hordes (begun the day before Nagasaki) and a failed attempt at a coup to overthrow the Emperor before Japan’s god-king announced that his nation would “endure the unendurable.” Amazingly, though all knew what this meant, the actual word “surrender” was not heard in the speech.
Eighteen days after that, Wainwright and so many like him, liberated from their prison camps, were joined by the airmen, soldiers, sailors and marines who had fought, bled, watched friends die and dealt with horrors innumerable. They lined the walkways of the USS Missouri, sat on the barrels of the ship’s now forever silent 16-inch guns, and crowded the observation decks as Allied military representatives, led by MacArthur, co-signed documents ending a four-year war that had cost millions of lives - and which, very nearly, had culminated in an invasion of the Japanese Home Islands. Such an invasion might have cost hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, of American casualties.
(And which might have cost tens of millions of Japanese lives, if the casualty figures on islands such as Tarawa and Okinawa, from which fewer than one percent of all Japanese combat forces came out alive, are to be used as a logical basis for extrapolation. A number bandied about in abundance during the pre-invasion planning for first-day US losses in killed and wounded alone was something on the order of 46,000.)
For his service, for his three-plus years in Hell, for his enduring the unendurable, Wainwright was given one of the pens used in the signing of the surrender documents by his good friend, General Douglas MacArthur.
While Skinny’s reward on the Missouri seems an insufficient consolation, it was something, at least. Lord knows he had earned it. So many had put their lives on hold - or surrendered this mortal coil entirely - to preserve that which they thought was right.
Looking back, there weren’t enough pens to go around in the Pacific on 2 September 1945.
To think that there was a choice to dropping the bombs that got us to the decks of the Missouri in the fall of 1945 instead of the summer of 1946, at a probable cost of millions more dead, does a truer, greater disservice not only to his memory, but to the memory of all who lived in Japan, in fact.
Surrender before the Bomb was not a viable option to the Japanese. Surrender after the bomb was almost not achieved - the palace coup by military hard-liners on the night of 14-15 August 1945 proved that rather well, as if the fighting on the Kokoda Trail, in the Coral Sea and at Ie Shima hadn’t already.
Perhaps the biggest argument in favor of the bombs is the simple fact that they didn’t immediately bring the Japanese to the peace table - if two of them didn’t work, as evidenced by the August 14-15 coup attempt, how would an invasion? It would only give the Japanese the chance to take a few of the hairy barbarians, as we had been painted as by their propagandists, with them on the way to national seppukku, or ritual suicide.
Surrender, even to the force of history, was still not an option to some Japanese for decades after that. Many of their schools still teach today that America precipitated the war. The mayor of Nagasaki, himself a war veteran from 1943 to 1945, was shot and nearly killed in 1990 for suggesting that the Emperor was to blame for the war.
To drop bombs which kill 200,000 people but which keep perhaps 20 million more - or even double that, depending upon whose estimates you believe - from the Red Horseman’s grasp was no enviable decision, even now, six decades removed.
But it was the right choice, and it’s a disservice, as well as factually inaccurate and intellectually dishonest, to think or to claim differently, even in this era of political language and whitewashed reality.
A disservice is done as well to those thousands of Americans, G.I.s, Marines, sailors, pilots, waiting to go ashore on Kyushu, to face suicidal teenage Japanese girls wielding bamboo spears, torpedoes manned by human suicide pilots, and planes flown by men with only enough fuel for the trip out, and no training on how to land.
General Wainwright, I thank you, and all the other Skinnies, as well as those who fought to set you free once more, and to keep the rest of us from ever having to endure what you did.
The lot of the American serviceman in the Second World War was one of suffering, privation, fear and death. Mine has been of health, of abundance, of happiness, of life.
Nothing ever said could compensate you, but I shall continue to try for all my days. May the freedoms I enjoy, down to penning this very missive of thanks, be a testament to those who made the greatest sacrifice for their America.

Current Mood: thankful
8:15 am
Goody Blod Tamn Dypos!
If I don't stop misspelling words, I'm gonna Kirk out.
I know it's early, and I was up late with my friend Howard and out mutual friend Mr. Killian last night, having talked with Killian four times m,yself, but I'm getting sick of watching my fat fingers screw up what my brain intends them to do.
Back into the hold, you dogs!

Hey, Nelson, you remember the time I spent the night at your house and you introduced me to Captain Morgan. I remember having to shave my tongue the next day, but not much after 11 the night before.
8:13 am
Great idea, guys...
Though we're all obviously proving over and over that we have way too much free time [and I'd never have thought that, what being obssessive-compulsive, fully employed, carrying five major hobbies and having two kids], I want to sat that this was a bloody good idea.

Kudos to you, Wulfgyr.
You might not be The Man, but I bet you know where he lives, and I'm guessing you party with Him from time to time.

8:04 am
I lied...
Though it took 20 minutes of futzing around with the answers, I finally got this thing to go Lawful Evil.
It's just that, well, when it came back Lawful Neutral the first - and second, third, fourth and fifth times, I felt, well, cheated....

I never thought I had this much in common with the ACLU.
8:03 am
Dominator? All this time, I thought I was a Buick.
lawful evil
You are a Dominator, Lawful Evil.

Lawful evil characters are comfortable within institutions that
benefit them and are usually ambitious. They
tend to view others strictly according to their
places in the world and society, without
respect for individuality. As a rule, they
obey laws and follow rules, at least of their
own institutions, if only because they rely on
those laws and rules to protect them or help
them advance. They are often suspicious of
others and, because they frequently rely on
loopholes themselves, extremely careful about
making promises. They always keep their word
of honor--technically--and respect honor and
self-discipline. They may cheat whenever they
can, but usually avoid direct lies. They may
enjoy murder and torture, but they usually have
a reason for doing it. They may take bribes.
They will not betray a friend, unless a
loophole allows them to. They are extremely
selfish beings. Some lawful evil characters
are committed to evil, like anti-crusaders
spreading it as much as they can. These
characters are usually called diabolical, like
the devils they resemble. Mordred is an
example of a lawful evil character. So is
Tomas de Torquemada.

What is your d&d alignment?
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7:48 am
Oh, no... I'm a storyteller!
You scored as Storyteller. You're more inclined toward the role playing side of the equation and less interested in numbers or experience points. You're quick to compromise if you can help move the story forward, and get bored when the game slows down for a long planning session. You want to play out a story that moves like it's orchestrated by a skilled novelist or film director.








Method Actor


Power Gamer




Casual Gamer


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Friday, August 26th, 2005
1:50 pm
I'm NOT evil!
Lawful Neutral does kinda suit me these days, however.

lawful neutral
You are a Judge, Lawful Neutral.

Lawful neutral characters focus heavily on the
smooth operation of orderly society (through
government or church) and less on advancing the
cause of good. Lawful neutral characters may
regret the punishment of a few innocent in
pursuit of justice, but they understand the
concept that to make an omelet, you have to
break a few eggs. They believe in honor and
often act according to rigid personal codes.
They may resemble lawful good characters in
regards to their treatment of members of their
own society, but demonstrate indifference to
outsiders. They will kill as necessary, but
only for a cause. They may take bribes for the
good of the institution, but not for personal
gain. As a general rule, lawful neutral
characters do not lie, attack unarmed foes,
harm innocents, lightly resort to torture, or
betray friends. A samurai in dedicated service
to his lord would be an example of a lawful
neutral character.

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Ahem, and what are you?

Thursday, August 25th, 2005
6:46 pm
Another one checking in...
Howdy, all:

Dashiell might have been the second-youngest. Thor might have been the tallest, and Nelson might have been the one who was party leader, but, as I recall, I was the one named Minister of Propaganda for the Republic of Dandelion way back in 1987 when we were drafting a constitution and plotting our peaceful overthrow of one block of one street in Easton.

I think it was peaceful - until Carl challenged Steve Nelson to that BattleMaster-versus-Archer duel, and Carl, simulating the PPC blast from his BLR-1G, jerked his left arm backward and struck his funny bone on the doorknob in the back room, numbing his arm for about 10 minutes.
I suppose we could consider that a coup attempt, right?

David Insley here, in case my inana ramblings haven't already clued you in. I was the one who traded sets of dice with Dashiell - and who steadfastly refuses to take him to peep shows no matter how much he might chant it in the back seat of my Escort.
I'm been happily married for 6.6170878 years now, but who's counting. We have two adorable little income tax deductions, names William Spencer, or Booger, age 6, and Logan Ryan, or Bubbles, who turned 3 last month.
The last time I believe I physically ran into Mr. Dashiell was at JHH when my wife and I were there for a regularly-scheduled pregnant woman maintenance check before Logan was born; he has spina bifida. But, nothing to fear, for his personal neurosurgeon is the one and only Dr. Ben Carson, probably the most skilled man in the world at that sort of thing.
Logan is doing fine, aside from bladder and bowel dysfunction and the need for ankle braces. The latter might go away in time if his ankles build up sufficient strength, while the former problems are permanent - but nothing that training and some low-dose meds can't help alleviate.
I'm still writing badly, but as of Monday, I'll be doing it for a paper people actually read. I start in sports at the Star-Democrat, a place where Thor worked, iirc, for a spell before moving on.
Were I catholic, I'd be ready for heaven, as my two years plus of purgatory at the Daily Banner end tomorrow right after my co-workers buy me lunch and bid me a fond adieu - and I get to refuse to shake the hand of my boss, the Laziest Man in the Newspzper Bidness.

I'm a staunch Republican, but I'm also a realist. I just think that we need to back away from giving criminals and terrorists the benefit of the doubt and let people who actually run the country - the working slobs - have more say. The problem with that is that the two-party system isn't quite getting the job done.
If there are PROs and CONs, what's the opposite of PROgress?

I am aware of the whereabouts of several of the other members of the old Lion's Tooth crew, like Rich Fleming and Ralph McMahan, along with JoAnna Williams, though contact with them is sporadic at best.
Rich is separated, has been for over three years, in fact, and has two daughters, on a teenager, the other about to be. Ralph is, well, Ralph, and last thing I heard 18 months ago, he was still single. JoAnna tried to reach me in an official capacity at my soon-to-be-old job earlier this week, but when I returned her call, she hasn't gotten back to me yet.
Steve Sheedy, last I heard a year back, was in the Air Force, married and living in, iirc, Foggia, Italy - the U.S.'s largest Air Force base in that nation. As for David and Mike Jr. I forget.
My interests still lie in similar realms - D&D, which is now on version, but don't call it version 4, since they can sell you more books if you wait five more years, as well as Battletech, World War II history [just wrote a 2400-plus-word Op-Ed for my new job about why Truman was right in dropping the Bomb, matter of fact] and boardgame design.
Working with a friend in Austin, Texas [www.wargameacademy.org], Bill Thomson, we've been working on the ultimate design-your-own-belligerent approach to re-fighting the Big One in the Eurafrasian Theater. Any time you want to talk about that, you're more than welcome.
I hope I'm posting this in the right place; if not, you might see it twice, but, hey, everything's better the second time around. I should know. This is my second stint at the Banner, and the S-D will be my second paper.
And ya would know - I put this in my own journal first by mistake. Well, God watches over fools and children, and I'm certainly qualified as both...

Current Mood: Where the heck's irascible?!?!
10:59 am
Hey all,

I guess I'll just dash off a quick update. I live in Manhattan these days. I got divorced last year after nearly six years of marriage. Even after a year, it's pretty strange to be single, but I'm slowly adjusting. I've spent most of my career as a journalist, first in newspapers and later on Web sites. These days I'm a research editor for a firm that does market research for the technology industry. However, inspired by our friend Erik, I'm gearing up to take the LSATs later this year, and will hopefully enroll in law school next year.

Speaking of Erik, he's just moved up to New York, and he's going to be my roommate starting at the end of September. It should be good times. I'll let him fill you in on all the events in his life.

Gamingwise, I've gotten pretty involved in the Indie RPG scene. I'm the editor of an awesome little game called Burning Wheel, a fantasy RPG about choices and consequences. This game has been steadily winning industry awards. Our supplement, the Monster Burner, was nominated for an ENnie, though we were beat out by Warhammer's Olde World Bestiary. Not too surprising since Warhammer is a 20-year franchise. However, T.S. Luikart, the author of the Warhammer supplement, admitted to us that he felt we should have won. So I'm pleased regardless.

I also just finished editing With Great Power... a superhero RPG that I think is going to knock people's socks off. I just saw the printed copies at GenCon, and they're gorgeous. I'm also getting ready to edit Conspiracy of Shadows, a fantasy RPG focused on conspiratorial horror. This particular game is actually already done and released, but since it's PoD, he can go ahead and do another editing pass.

I've also got a writing project or two in the air at this point, but I'm not ready to discuss those yet.

We've also started a pretty incredible gaming/friend community here in New York called Nerdnyc. It's along the same lines as the gaming club we had going back in the day, but massive. And all the people are really cool.

Aside from gaming and work, I'm going to tons of concerts and digging the New York music scene. Though, strangely enough, my favorite band these days (Big Business) is from Seattle.

I'm an avowed moderate liberal, and technically a Democrat, but I don't know how much longer that will last. I'm nearly as disgusted with the Democrats as I am with the GoP at this point.
10:55 am
I was youngest until that damned Eric came around.


I have been wanting to get that out for almost two decades! Glad I waited until we were all older than dirt!


Its Steven. The spastic one. Sorta. Calmer. Older. Changed. Don't ask how. You don't wanna know....

Still gaming. Yep, D&D with some old fogies between the ages 30-40. Its much more...er...adult. Nope. Not a paladin. Not even Lawful Good.

Okay - quick update - I live in Baltimore now. I work for Johns Hopkins University, and have for the last three years. I am a Project Coordinator for a grant that looks at STDs in youth. Yeah, fun. I finished Washington College with a B.A. in Sociology, and am now at University of Baltimore working on a second B.A. in Community Studies. I finished an A.A. in Spanish, tho I can't speak a lick of it.

In the Reserves (National Guard) and have been for....yeesh... 10 years. Was a medic, now I am admin.

Whatever. Anything else, just ask.

Oh, and I went from Methodist, to Catholic, to Quaker.

9:18 am
Dandelion Books
Hey all, Steve Nelson here. Just wanted to create some online space where we could all keep in touch and just shoot the breeze.

Just a quick 411, I'm living in Champaign, IL now. Working as a Network Admin at a law firm. Got married in 98 and my wife Jackie and I have two kids Zachary, 5, is starting kindergarden tomorrow and Caitlyn is just over 3 months and she's a smiley little girl when she's not colicky.

My gaming time lately has been rather minimal, I was doing Outrider duty for Games Workshop for a couple of years, but in the midwest they've restricted their active duty outriding to the larger metro areas so I'm on inactive status so I can't arrange store demos, but I still can work official company events and get my booze paid for afterwards. I've got a bi-weekly D&D 3.5e Spelljammer-esque game I'm playing in with a group that I've been in since 97. I do the occassional miniatures wargaming with Warhammer Fantasy, Warhammer 40K, Flames of War (WWII), and a few others that I don't play so often.

I'm a devout libertarian (small l) who intends to bring about the downfall of the GOP and the DNC for the betterment of the country (this was a logical evolution from my old anarchist ways I suppose).

Anyway, I hope we can re-connect on here and keep up with each other even though we're kind of scattered about now.

Current Mood: hopeful
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