Toren Atkinson’s Absolute Blog

I haven’t been doing much roleplaying in the past while. Not since my D&D group broke up. I’m not complaining - I don’t have much time for it anyway. But this weekend is yet another VGG convention - Weathertop. Ironically, though I am immersed in rpgness, only very rarely does convention play interest me. Something about the randomness of who I’ll be playing with and the uncertainty of whether the setting and rules and GM style will appeal to me makes home games much more satisfying. The last time I was actually excited to play a con game was to try out the new Warhammer system with Shawn Wowk GMing. That was a good experience, but I know that a home game would still have been at least twice as fulfilling. So, even though I’m kind of sick of D&D 3.5 rules I am looking forward to playing in an old fashioned D&D tournament, as well as playing in a fellow’s modified Unknown Armies game. Plus I’ll be running a couple games of Spaceship Zero. Maybe I’ll sell a book or two while I’m there. Then someone will start a campaign and I can play in it!

And I’ll be out in a social environment (albeit one not known for its social graces) which will be a nice change. So don’t expect much bloggening until Monday. Just reread the old posts and comment some more to make me feel validated.

Desmond Morris is all like “people have been eating together since the stone age and it’s a very social event. Look at how people today eat alone in restaurants. They seem awkward, don’t they?” Well although I respect his work, nuts to him. I prefer to eat by myself, or only with very close friends. I don’t want anyone talking to me during lunch. But then, I am an antisocial goon.  

When I’m on the phone with clients and they ask me “how are you doing today,” I can’t tell them how I really feel.

This morning I had a dream that I went to meet with Marlo at some marijuana cafe downtown, and she was high and grumpy. Then we met up with some tall guy and started walking around town. That’s it. 

On the bus this morning I had to hold the hand of a thicky construction worker who got kicked off his site during orientation because he didn’t have a liner for his hardhat. He was wearing a big puffy jacket with godawful giant stars on it in red and black and white. He got on at the same stop as I, and when he told me his plight I just smirked. Maybe he was expecting sympathy but he reminded me too much of that Canadian actor/comedian Andy Dubrochelabolweilslwhatever (help me out here, Taylor) from the Biff and Bart segment of Switchback or whatever it was I used to watch years ago. Not the Kokanee sasquatch guy, the other guy. 

I don’t know if it’s the fact that my diet is so boring, but I’ve been drinking a lot more alcohol than usual. And by “a lot more” I mean “a tiny bit,” as you probably know that I don’t drink. I’ve been spiking my bedtime milk with sambuca. Probably because sambuca is sweet. Watch out, old man, there’s a new rummy in town. I just learned there’s something called “witch elder bush” in sambuca. Witch elder bush. 

Witch elder bush.