|Never Forget the Good Times|
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
Once upon a time I felt ten feet tall, but now I feel ten feet small.
During my younger days, I had lots of friends and numerous people knew me. We talked, laughed, and shared a drink or two.
I walked with a pep in my step, a smile on my face and had no concern for the days ahead.
Time had no meaning. Growing old was the least of my worries.
I wanted to see the world and I believed the world wanted to see me.
I hurried from place to place, and I wasted away the days as if they would never end.
Regret was nothing more than a misunderstanding and absent of future consequences.
It was good to be young, fully armed with the excuses.
I should have cherished my youth, but I was too young to know better.
Now, with each passing year, as time presses hard against me, I grow smaller.
My friends are fewer and the acquaintances who knew me are long gone.
When I speak, hardly anyone ever listens.
My pace is slower, I rarely smile, and I worry too much about the days ahead.
Weather and money occupy my every thought.
I vaguely recall my many deeds and calamities, so I must embellish about the things I have forgotten.
I no longer hurry, and I waste away the days wondering when my life will end.
It feels horrible to be old and conscious of the inevitable fading future.
My mind constantly reminiscences and my thoughts are filled with regret about how I wasted the precious gift of youth.
Lucky for me, I discovered an upside to being old. I can now weave unbelievable tales and imbue them with inconceivable and bewildering claims about my illustrious feats of impossibilities. Time has washed away the truth of my words, and age has made me the master of lies without fear of dispute.
Oh, there will be some who will try to refute my fantastical tales of adventure and folly, but I will stand firm and use my oldest, my wit, and silly jargon to counter their Google master.
Be a Purple Otter or a Scarlet Deer.
Spreading the Love to Czechia, Ireland, Finland, Germany, India, and Poland.
P.S. I am still writing books no one reads. Book 4 remains on ice and Book 5 is nearly done.
Monday, September 25, 2017
Whether you believe that the universe is a natural accident or created by intelligent design, the vastness, the complexities, and the destructive powers are curiously cohesive.
We humans occupy one tiny piece of the universe, and we are fortunate to be relatively safe here on earth, for the time being, amid the cosmoses numerous calamities; most of which can instantly destroy us at any moment. Although, occasionally, the earth burps, reminding us that it too is a living, breathing cosmic calamity. But yet, throughout the history of humankind, communally embracing our good fortune has never materialized. The perverse and illogical human choice has always been to accelerate our own extinction rather than striving to prevent it.
The opportunity for implementation of a global, collaborative society has already been established. It is called the United Nations, with 193 countries as members. Collectively working to eradicate those who pursue human suffering for profit should be the central purpose of the United Nations. Regrettably, the United Nations exist in name only.
There was a time, during the early days of human existence, defensive armaments were necessary to combat and tame our immature and hostile tendencies. Unfortunately, we refuse to grow up and learn from our mistakes. Our deep-rooted antipathies and unwillingness to forgive past atrocities have made it impossible to peacefully forge ahead.
As an alternative to persistent, generational hostilities, perhaps we should give the virtues of human civility and cordiality a try.
Humility instead of Pride
Kindness instead of Envy
Temperance instead of Gluttony
Chastity instead of Lust
Patience instead of Wrath
Charity instead of Greed
Diligence instead of Sloth
In regards to protesting and rioting, I offer wisdom from Nicomachean Ethics: "At the right times, about the right things, towards the right people, for the right end, and in the right way.”
The sooner every country abolishes weapons of mass destruction, the sooner humanity can finally cultivate a more optimistic future.
Be a wise blue squirrel or a curious yellow caterpillar this week.
Spreading the Love to Canada, Greece, Brazil, Albania, Austria, United Kingdom, and Bulgaria.
Tuesday, September 5, 2017
Look up. I wasn’t feeling the old stuff anymore, so I made a few alterations last night. New title and a small sample of what I do all day.
While enduring yet another agonizing holiday weekend with my relatives, along with a variety of other weird people, I discovered that some people ceaselessly enjoy disentangling fictional mysteries. FYI: A few of my relatives are passionate, devoted, addicted, and frenzied Game of Thrones crazy people. After several rounds of bickering, they elected me to resolve their GoT disputes, and of course, I accepted the challenge. (Yes, I watch GoT, but only for social-science purposes.)
Mystery Solved: Yes, there are transporters and ATM machines everywhere in Westeros.
Mystery Solved: Yes, everyone has a cell phone.
Mystery Solved: Yes, everyone has GPS tracking devices, including dragons.
Mystery Solved: Ravens serve no real purpose, because as I said, everyone has a cell phone.
Mystery Solved: Yes, undead beings always have strong enough chains in their undead wagons, pulled by undead horses, in the event they have to pull a dead dragon out from the bottom of a lake.
Mystery Solved: Yes, undead beings can swim and breathe underwater, and they are super strong, but they walk really, really slow, unless of course, they are fighting in an epic battle. (DUH!)
Mystery Solved: Yes, undead dragon ice breath can destroy an ice wall. (I’ve seen it done hundreds of times.)
Mystery Solved: Yes, you can be stabbed in the stomach and be all better in three days. Ex-Machina rules apply in GoT.
Mystery Solved: Sisters do text back and forth when creepy men pester them excessively.
Mystery Solved: It is not at all difficult to swim while wearing heavy armor or heavy furs, if you first coat your armor or furs with the amazing Rain-x water repellent product.
Remains a Mystery: Why do some people in GoT refuse to believe undead exist, but are undeniably okay with believing the dude named, The Mountain, is a perfectly normal person.
Remains a Mystery: How large is the land north of the wall? (I personally believe it is twice the size of Russia.)
Remains a Mystery: How is it possible for a character to be in the 1st season, surviving in the north, and then be called upon several seasons later only to die while saving a main character. (Really good agent?)
Remains a Mystery: If the undead win and everyone is converted to undeadism; what happens next? A show called, Undead GoT? Knight King has sex with his undead sister?
Remains a Mystery: Who will be the last person to sit on the Iron Throne, at least until GoT Part Two, Three, and Four are released? Only the writers know the answer to that, and doubtful they have yet to decide who that person will be. I suspect it will come down to a flip of the coin. I am personally rooting for it to be Tyrion Lannister.
Be a silly orange goose or a serious ruby cow this week.
Spreading the Love to Canada, Russia, Turkmenistan, France, Ireland, New Zealand, and Poland.
I pronounce meme - Me Me, just to annoy people.
Thursday, August 24, 2017
First off, if you like games; board games, video games, RPG’s, or table top games, Gencon, held every year in Indianapolis, is a must do event unlike any other. Chaotically Incredible!
31 years later, I finally made it back to Gencon! Last time I went, Gencon was in Milwaukee. I certainly didn’t know it at the time that it would take so long for me to return, but being that it was Gencon’s 50th anniversary, I put everything on hold to make sure I would be there. My youngest son went with me. Having heard my Gencon stories a million times, he wanted to go and see it for himself. Being the good son that he is, he made all the arrangements. For the record, he said, “This is unbelievable,” about 200 times in 4 days and another 200 times on the ride home.
|Creative Team patiently waits to hear all my Gencon50 Stories|
We were up at 6am every morning, and the earliest we went to bed was midnight. We played a lot of games, toured the enormous vendor hall at least 50 times, and demo-played everything we could get into. Saturday night, we went to the comedy show – very, very funny comedians. There were tons of great places to eat – food trucks and local restaurants alike. Average walking distance each day, 10 miles.
Sunday, after Gencon50 ended, I planned on writing and posting this article. (laughing loudly) My body, however, shut down and instantly went into sleep mode. I was utterly exhausted. Every inch of my body was sore, but I'm not complaining. I had a great time and hope to return again someday. Three days removed, I feel slightly better, sort of.
My take on Gencon50:
I consider myself to be an excellent observer of humanity, and what I witnessed this weekend was thousands of people who had all come together to play games, share similar gaming experiences, swap ideas, and connect with people from all around the world. I didn’t see any fights, but I did see a lot of joy, frustration, and congratulatory handshakes. No one likes to lose, but most gamer's don’t take it personally. “Good game,” and a handshake is how every game should end and from what I saw, they all did.
I was lucky enough to listen to and speak with numerous, exceptionally creative people. I was fascinated to see how gaming had evolved over the past 31 years, but more importantly, I was delighted to see that the people had not changed. Sure, the faces and the costumes were different, but their love for playing games had endured. Their desire to make stimulating games was still there. Their inventiveness was still there. And, I was pleasantly pleased to see the blissful camaraderie of like-minded people was still there.
Perhaps, I was fortunate, but I did not meet or speak with any unfriendly or unkind people the entire weekend. Friendly conversations between complete strangers is common at Gencon. A simple, “Hello,” and presto, an engaging exchange begins.
It might take a few more days for my body to recover, but mentally, I feel rejuvenated, refreshed, and revitalized after my exhilarating experience of interacting with so many brilliant and artistic people.
To the hundreds of volunteers and to the people who organized Gencon50 – Thank You, Thank You, Thank You. You are all amazing!
If you enjoy games of any kind, I highly recommend you go to Gencon at least once. (Comfortable walking shoes are a must.)
Spreading the Love to all those who attended Gencon50!
RIP – Gary Gygax