okay, so denise and i are now officially part of NERO, and our next game is the end of june. we’re both playing elves, but that’s where the similarity ends. denise is a healer/archer (which is kinda like her in real life), but i thought i’d be way different to who i am in life.

i’m an alchemist. i’m going to try to keep myself out of combat as much as possible, because i do NOT want to get a reputation as a swordsman (even though i have already beat everyone there in combat except one person, when i was an NPC). the motto of the game is “be all you can’t be”, and i thought i’d do just that, for once. not that i’m not intellectual in real life, but that i’m more prone to action than planning and thought for the most part. so, my character is an alchemist, and my weaponry and fighting skills are limited to a rusty short sword and the most basic skill needed to wield it.

don’t get me wrong; if i get in combat, i will NOT lose (unless to the aforementioned MARTIAL ARTS INSTRUCTOR who whoopeth my asseth).. i just won’t go charging into battle as my character, like i would if it were just me-me. maybe in character i’ll learn a bit of swordplay over time, but i don’t want it to dominate my time and personality. if i wanted that, i’d make a badass fighter that no one could topple (unless in great numbers).

also going with us from spectrum will be dennis washburn, robert simpson, and jim hopson. a couple of other gamers from my bimonthly rpg session are also going. if you get a chance to check out your local chapter, don’t miss out!!

I went on the Chicken Run yesterday.

For those who don’t know what the hell the Chicken Run is, let me explain: About 800 motorcycles ride out from [Latus Motors] in Spokane (all at the same time) and end up at some other destination (this year it was Harrison, Idaho… about 75 miles away).

Over 1,000 people registered for the event (at $15 a pop), and all the money went to Multiple Sclerosis (or Muscular Dystrophy, I forget).

I was somewhere in the middle of the pack… it was impressive. Imagine going down Trent Avenue, nothing but motorcycles for as far as you can see forward, and if you look in your rear view mirrors, you get the same view.

And loud… oh, mamma!!

The Highway Patrol blocked off the side streets and intersections so that we could ride through all the red lights (and cars wouldn’t try merging into our group), which was very cool. A lot of people where sitting on the side of the road with lawn chairs and cam-corders, recording our passing.

Once we got to Harrison, the Long Horn was there to fill our empty bellies with ribs, sausages, chicken, beans, and the rest of the typical catering assortment.

I took a lot of pictures of the event (except for the part when I was riding), so they’ll be up on [my web site] in about a week so so.

I’m abjectly miserable.

I’m in Albuquerque, NM. I don’t know anyone here. I’ve only been here once, and that was shortly before I ended up in Cuba, NM.

You could read about that, if I had the balls to finish the [Memphis] story.

So, here I sit. I might try to find a Kareoke bar. I finally got up the courage to go exploring and ended up downtown. I don’t know the place well enough to feel comfortable.

I get that paranoid urge, and end up looking over my shoulder. I end up looking at everyone like they’re ready to jack me and take my wallet.

A fat lot of good it would do them. There’s no cash in there.

…Where’s the number to that Bar… Called home… No one there.

“Pioneer of Aerodynamics, they thought he was a real smart alec. He thought big and they called it a phallic. They didn’t know he was panoramic.”

Thanks Frank. Not sure what you message means.

“Some times people can be oh so dense.”

Thanks.

“Even though it don’t make no sense, little Eiffel stands in the archway.”

Let’s see if that’s prophetic to my night.