“…and I’ll rip your heart in two. And I’ll leave you lyin’ on the bed.”
I just needed a break, so I sat down with the guitar to work on a song for a few minutes. Just found a rhythm that works with my lyrics and BAM, busted string. No replacements in the house. Perfect metaphor for every fucking day I’ve had this week. I’m getting very, very near to the end of my rope.
Carl Frank Macek, September 21, 1951 – April 17, 2010Continue reading “In Memoriam: Carl Macek”
“I am pleased to see that we have differences. May we together become greater than the sum of both of us.” – Surak
“I think I’m sinkin’ fast. This call is probably my last. I’m throwin’ out a life line, and I’m doin’ it for old time’s sake, though I know you’re gonna break my heart one more time…”
“I would like to thank you all for helping us to make sense of this world, and when it didn’t make sense, for teaching us to lie back and enjoy it. For showing us what was true, real, and beautiful about this world.”
“He will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldroni, the Traveler came as a large and moving Torb! Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the Meketrex supplicants, they chose a new form for him: that of a giant Sloar! Many Shubs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Sloar that day, I can tell you!”
Chris’s note: I’m reposting this without the author’s permission. His website has been inactive for about two and a half years, so waiting around for permission seems like it might be a waste of time. And real men don’t waste time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to wash down a pile of rare meat with a bottle of whiskey, then roll up some characters. Like a man, baby. Like a man.Continue reading “Real Men Don’t Play GURPS”