May 9, 2015 by sandwichcontrol
But your Mario’s in another castle.
And there’s only one solution for it… Double nacho weekend.
I’m not buying Lippincottonia. If you want to make a Kickstarter and try to raise the cash, be my guest. I’ll help you out all I can. I just can’t be the one in charge of it.
I’m not the captain of the boat. That’s not me. I’m the first mate. The Gilligan to the Skipper. The Wesley to the Fisk. The Alfred to the Bruce. The Kato to the Britt. The Pepper to the Tony. The cornbread to the beans.
And I’m okay with that.
It’s just funny to me that I’m pretty heartbroken over my choice not to pursue this. Think about the absurdity of being heartbroken over not taking on a quarter of a million dollars worth of debt. Story of my life.
Other things are in the works for me, though. Big things. I’ll give you more info on them when they stop being ideas and plans and start being actual things that are actually happening. No point in getting you all excited for something that doesn’t actual happen.
Any way, it’s been an exhausting week. Last night’s heavy rain, coupled with a healthy dose of NyQyuil, sent me right off to dreamland. This is what I dreamt…
It was 1944. The Nazis had invaded Columbus, Ohio. I, along with Brad Pitt and a small group of other elite Marines, were hunkered down in Brad’s Nana’s house. We were all that stood in the way of the Nazis’ full invasion force. Nana’s China got broken. It was a real shame. It was a beautiful set of China. And one of the guys on our team turned out to be a serial killer. He was making a skin suit out of dead Nazis.
Today, Teacher Sis and I will be prepping for the big Mother’s Day/belated Birthday party for Big D. I also have a meeting this afternoon with some fellow printers. And tonight, hopefully, the evil campaign. Since we haven’t played Pathfinder in a very, very long time, I really hope it happens. I need to escape the mundane world for a little while.
Have a great weekend.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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