“The Day the Music (of the Dice) Died”

Let all those who heed this call know that today a Legend passes on.
Or, to put it another way; we all gotta run out of h.p. some day…
At the grand age (or, er, level?) or 69, Gary Gygax is dead.
Millions – I really mean MILLIONS – of people rolled dice and laughed, visiting strange and magical lands of the imagination.
All this, from the wizardly creation of Double-G and his early day comrades.
Rest in Peace, First DM.

But… in the flavor of The Big Lebowski, for every roll of 1, the dice also come around to a 20, and there is News!

I just don’t really know how to say it yet!
So I will smile and let the moments be.
I hear the go by fast.

“…As you pass thru the Light, the world seems more beautiful. Your weapons and gear from before are absent, but in their stead you feel peace and a sense of child like wonder”
No gear, Huh? Sneaky portal… Ok! Must be something around here worth some XPs. I wanna roll for initiative! ……..(um, where did I put those dice…)

Remembered too late.

The past is a dangerous place to stroll.
A friend wrote
Don’t let your Mind Wander,
It’s too small to be out on its own!
Ha!
Should have listened.
Should have heeded.
Nope. I wandered.
I found A time capsule from way back.
Years ago.
All the thoughts of another me.
Recorded and saved.
To and from.
Small notes layered with meanings.
Now mostly forgotten.
But the Importance was still there.
Even without the understanding.
And that Importance hit me.
Hard.
All the ways I have done Wrong.
So fucking much.
I burn with useless regret.
Sure. I have mentioned
Shouldas. Wouldas. Couldas.
This is like that, only sharper.
Not only what is missed out on.
But what can never be.
The special moments.
Fragile and unbelievably Beautiful.
Not even seen at the time.
What am I missing tonight?
Will it tear that future me up
Tomorrow?
“That thought kind of turned me on, too,
Thinking of you looking at me
And that look you get in you eye”
Fuck.
All gone. All ruined. All poop.
Echoes that bring pain.
Deservedly so…

Daze Out

Broken Tattered Displeased Dreams
All wrought and wreckage
Thru them the bits unseen shadow with wavy
Stares

Vroooooom More!

I hear that Scarlet is doing Waits.
Awesome.
Speaking of Awesome….

Happy Love Day

Sweet thoughts and happy memories
Heat filled moments that fade to dreams
Some never knew how important they were
Some still don’t
Special little hearts
With smiles and tears
Touches that still claw in the darkness
You can only know how powerful life may be
By that which is its deepest truth
So, to the loved, the loveless,
The lovers and the lonely
Those who are the truth of beauty
Even if only to that certain Someone.
Enjoy.
Let it all in.

A Three Bladed Sword!

Wow! Too freaking cool!


And this dude knows how to use it!


He’s going to chop the crap out of all these dudes! Just you wait and see!


He might even get a little overconfident. I mean, hell, it’s a freaking three bladed sword, right?!


But, Oh Oh, some things can surprise even a dude with kick ass sword…


Don’t worry, though! This sword has a surprise too!


WHOOSH!! Hahah! Yes, it shoots blades! Bad Ass!


So, the Three Bladed Sword still wins! And the dude can get the chicks!

Can't Fail. Won't Fail. Don't Fail.

Simple moments of Dread.
Near capitulation.
That feeling that it would be easier
To just allow things to be.
But that is an illusion
It is always better to bleed
Than for the blood to rot
So blood or tears
Sweat or Smiles
Lets get to the next round
Lets get to the Fight