Come up and see me sometime...

So, as result of having a lazy day basking in the success of yesterday's post, as well as an extended nap it's now two and a half hours before this one is supposed to publish.  All I've done today is ponder my navel.  As far as bellybuttons go, it's a fine innie and a perfect spot to store my lint collection.  I'm sorry to announce I've found the remains of the missing spelunkers though.  (Names are being withheld pending notification of next of kin.)

So, you guys like, um...stuff?


The potential for an earth shattering epiphany (not really, I can dream big though, right?) is plastered over the desk top with about 15 digital sticky notes.  I just don't want to mess with them at all tonight.  So, I'll just Ramble a bit more, or less, bat my pretty dark green/brown/hazel eyes, shake my lard ass, ample booty and show a little leg.  Once I start in with the silky smooth baritone/bass country accent, y'all  will soon forget why you're here and forgive me the nonsense.  (Probably not, I can still dream though, right?)

Is anyone surprised by Donald J. Trump saying,  'I always wanted to get the Purple Heart. This was much easier.' or that political reporters at The New York Times "don't know how to write good." or maybe how his campaign is blaming the current administration and a change in the rules of engagement for the death of US Army Captain, Humayun Khan on June 8th, 2004.  Hmmm, howzat work again?  Doesn't the twenty-second Amendment to the Constitution, ratified more than 65 years ago nix that idea? 

Aiiiit.  I gotta quit. Politicin' ain't good for my blood pressure or what little mental stability I have remaining.

Thanks for coming along.  Wink, wink, bat, bat...

See you tomorrow...

Fun with Words.

If you haven't yet noticed, I like to play games with words.  Not word games per se; crosswords rarely hold my attention long enough to get through the across clues once.  Find-a-word, ugh hate em.  Scrabble. I can take or leave, preferably leave.   I did have a letter tile, Scrabblesque type app on the pc for a while. it tracked your longest scoring word and the best scoring one.  I assumed I had won the game when those two words, in the same game were; "TRUSTY URINAL". Never on a first name basis with them, but nearly every time I needed one I could find one.  That's trusty enough for me.

Does a proctologist in performing his specialty analyze or does he have anal eyes?  In attending an important business meeting does one use social eyes, does he tell social lies, or perhaps it's just a chance to socialize?

Real eyes, real lies or realize?  Is looking inward internal eyes?  Marty Feldman had un-stable eyes?

Look into those special eyes and tell emotional lies?

My ideal eyes would have been a striking shade of blue.  Sadly, it was unreal eyes, and I just got humanized.

We won't go into how long a friend and I sat in a little pub playing with variations of "My clone sleeps alone."  The only rule; the sentence or phrase had to contain at least two 'own' sounds.


I'm not particularly skilled at palindromes, The best I can come up with would be wow.  A man, a plan, a canal, Panama.

Puns are fun too.  An archeologist's career lies in ruins, a farmer is outstanding in his fields, I would have been a doctor but I didn't have the patients.  You do know what a pun spelled backwards is?  Nup.  And A nup's a nup.

Thanks for combing.

Seizure tomorrow.

Addicted to drivel.

1:30 in the am on Sunday, 27°C/80°F and the humidity is 90%.  Next week brings more of the same.  Excessive heat warnings, with high temps and humidity producing heat indices of, yeah, these numbers are right, 45° C/112°F.  Even the big white dog, (None other than the E-dawg, Elvis, in case you are wondering), who normally loves being outdoors, looks at me like I'm crazy, (the jury is still out on that verdict), when I offer to let him go out. 

Are we having fun yet?

I know, I thought I quit too and left my gloves in the center of the ring.  Evidently I'm still getting something from trying to post entries.  How long will it be before I start whinging about deadlines, or not having anything to say, or not wanting to do these at all?  Probably before the week is out.  It's more likely that it will be before this one gets put to bed.

Two butts to the tun. 

It's not like I don't have a butt or maybe a tun of other things to do; naps, food, the Wardens game, naps, more food, the Serenity game, a short story or two and a novel that need my attention, a snack, another nap, a dog to bathe, campaign notes for both Serenity and Wardens, minions to recruit, an evil, mad scientist's lair to construct, a plan to conquer the universe to devise, a couple of snacks, and, did I mention naps?  Oh, and the Iron Man triathlon to train for.  Yep, the only thing keeping me from that, it's a bloody damn sauna out there.

We won't even mention the fact I'm an old fat guy who doesn't run, EVAH!!!

So, you guys like stuff?

As always, Thanks for coming.  I'll be here all week with an extra show on Sunday.  Don't forget to tip your bartenders and waitresses... ...over.

Look ma no whingin' about deadlines, or not having anything to say, or not wanting to do these at all.

See you tomorrow.

What time didja say?

Eight down, one hundred and thirty to go. 

I thought I could get motivated this weekend and get a few entries ready.  However, it's 11:45 pm on Sunday night and I'm scrambling to get something written before four balls wasteland local, UTC -5;  midnight for the uninitiated.

Several years ago, and for several years a large group of friends and acquaintances met in a banquet room in one of our local hangouts, The Berg.

It was an unofficial gaming club.  Management would open it for us about 6 pm on Monday evenings and we would take full advantage of the 2 for 1 appetizer happy hour(s).  I've heard the waitresses fought to first blood for the privilege, we were regulars and notoriously generous tippers.  Though the Heart Attack Special was not on the menu, all you had to do was ask, everyone knew what it was.  Two for one appetizers: three cheese garlic bread and deep fried chicken tenders.  It allowed you to feel your arteries hardening with each bite.  It wasn't just the appetizers that we took advantage of, burgers, including the world famous Heidelburger, the butterfly pork loin  and the patty melt were pretty darn good as well.  Oh, and beer and other fine, adult beverages.

We usually started the evening with cards while we waited for the main events.  Pitch, Spades, Hearts and my personal favorite, no, it isn't Go Fish; it's cribbage.  I've been counting 15's, pairs and runs for a lot of years, probably 40 or more.  Backgammon and Chess also found their way to a table on occasion. 

Over the course of the evening there were at least a couple of RPG's in play.  The Chapleton Island Campaign,  a home-brew, 1st edition AD&D that began circa 1977.  I would have gotten involved about 10-12 years later and played until the campaign ended in 2000.  A game in which a pitcher of beer has played the part of a giant praying mantis, (Miss you Stan), for 1" tall miniature figurines (toy soldiers), to battle.

One of our younger players was in the habit of asking the time.  Bear with me, it's not a really weird tangent.  One evening close to 7 he asked me the time.  It was close enough to 7 pm, 1900, or midnight GMT/UTC for me to answer quickly and cryptically, four balls Zulu.  The confused look on his face told me all I needed to know, my work for the day was done.  Midnight, 12:00 am, or for you 24 hour clock types; 0000 UTC time, usually identified as Zulu time.  Hence, 4 balls Zulu.  See, I told you it wasn't a stretch, and brought us full circle back to where I started.
 
As always, thanks.
Nine down, one hundred and twenty-nine to go.

Oh, I lied.  It's really Saturday afternoon here in the wastelands.

See you tomorrow..

Running on Empty...

Ten posts to go to make it six months. 

"Yeah, good luck with that." He said, as he furiously tries to come up with drivel to post at midnight, (past for you, future for me. though only just).  It's nearly 6 pm in the wasteland, and as Buster might sing;

It's not even summertime yet.

The Wasteland Weather Service has issued a heat advisory which is in effect for Thursday. 

* Timing... heat index values are expected to rise to around 40°C / 105°F on Thursday afternoon and continue into the early evening hours. 

* Impacts... the combination of hot temperatures and high humidity will likely lead to an increased risk of heat-related stress and illness.  Heat stress is cumulative and this will be the fourth of at least 5 days with heat index values above 37°C / 100°F.  The very Young, the elderly, those without air conditioning, and the clinically insane who are participating in strenuous outdoor activities will be the most susceptible.  Also, car interiors can reach lethal temperatures in a matter of minutes.  Precautionary/preparedness actions:  A heat advisory means that a period of hot temperatures and high humidity will occur.  This combination will create a situation in which heat-related illnesses are possible, especially for those living in un-air conditioned (Really, Un-air?) homes or apartments.  People in the advisory area are advised to avoid poorly ventilated areas and prolonged  ANY work in the sun.  Also, keep plenty of liquids on hand and try to stay in an air conditioned environment.   To reduce risk during outdoor work; the Wasteland occupational safety and health administration recommends not working in an outdoor environment.  

Record Report

Issued: 3:38 PM CDT Jun. 15, 2016 – Wasteland Weather Service

...Record high temperature set at the Wasteland Regional Airport...

A record high temperature of 37°C /98° F was set at the Wasteland Regional Airport yesterday.

This surpasses the previous record of 35°C / 96°F set in 1913, 1918 and 1952.

(That would be CE, not WTZ .  Subtract 100 years for the wasteland conversion values.)

Yay us.  And it's still not even summertime yet.

There appears to be one advantage of livin' on the edge and letting the safety net expire, I'm a lot less likely to slack off for a day, or a week or two. 

The Down side, you get more driveling nonsense like this. 

As always, Thanks.  Be cool fools...

See you anon...

Synchronized.

Well, this is it.  Our timelines are synchronized.  June 6th, 2016.  If I don't find enough words to make a driveling ramble in the next nine hours or so, there won't be an entry at midnight and this current reboot/relaunch/mulligan/do over thingy will come to an abrupt stop.  I almost fell back into aviation related similes, metaphors and allegories.  You know, crash and burn, augur in and buy the farm.  But I resisted the temptation.  Well, mostly that is.

I restarted the Wardens of the Realm campaign yesterday.  The Royal First Wardens have survived the long cold winter on the northern frontier.  Some even prospered, hehe, with at least one child conceived during the down time.

Not mean and nasty enough...

The four mean nasties I had planned for an encounter succeeded in separating and dividing the Wardens and then quite promptly failed to provide much, read that as ANY challenge, as one fell to an extremely harsh fumbled attack and another to a extremely brutal critical hit.  The remaining two chose to fight another time.  Ugh, I suppose I need to up the ante bringing more and tougher opponents to the table.  No, it isn't D&D in any of its iterations, it is however a fantasy environment, and yes, the four mean nasties were Umberhulks.  Though, to my ear the h is silent.  Umber-ulk.

I use a modified version of Green Ronin Publishing's AGE Stunt and Fumble Criticals which allows Players, NPC's and creatures to "Roll their own" Stunts, choosing from an  à la carte menu.  At the extreme ends, the high and low on the die roll indicate harsh and brutal results, up to and including instant death.   So much for that challenge...  Ugh.

Just wait boys, (shakes fist) Imma uppin' ma game. 

Now, if I can't find more words to ramble about, I fear I'll be in the same position tomorrow.  ugh squared, to the ugliest...Thanks.

See you when I see you.  Yes, I know, "Thanks for the warning, and not if you see me first..".