To those about to rock....

we wonder why the hell you are doing it at 7h52 EDT?

Had a game of Talisman last night. Two of my D&D buddies came over and we played until quite late. I always forget sometimes how long this board game can be, but it is still awesome. I had the Gypsy at first and she was getting quite powerful when I got Reapered and she died (my usual continuance of rolling 1's outside of D&D continues...) So I had to finish the game with a weak Gladiator. For the record, the winner got the Assassin and got really strong by the end of the game. (We also had a Priest that was really buff by the end of the game.) It was the first game I can ever remember where everyone got Toaded at least once. (The Witch ended up on the Oasis and because of the Toadings, there was a lot of swag there, so people kept trying to get it...)

I have Radio Rivendell on right now, and even though I have mentioned this before, I love it. I will push this down everybody's throat if I have to, as the music is so soothing and conjures up all sorts of mental images (of the heroic variety) for me. I am just a small, sad, lonely man (♫ burning in love!) that types about his geeky life in his basement (which is NOT his mother's, BTW), therefore, heroic thought comes to me naturally. I think maybe I'll watch a LotR movie later, as I am slightly inspired.

My son has become quite the little mover now. He walks for quite a bit before he falls on his crap-catcher padded little hiney. I know that every parent becomes proud at the smallest things there kid accomplishes, but since he is the best thing I have ever accomplished, I feel justified in my pride.

I have decided that I need to get into an exercise regimen. I am getting sick too often now and I hear that exercise helps to build the immune system (which would help as my asthma medication suppresses parts of my immune system, thus making my throat - sore again this morning - a breeding ground for scientific discovery) It also doesn't help that I can freely admit that my screwed-up mind has a touch of hypochondria (I have had seven fatal diseases this week alone in my mind...) It doesn't help either that my heart medication lists "vivid dreams" as a side-effect. Many is the morning I wake up thinking my dreams really happened. I can't seem to be on Vitamin "P", it really makes me sick to my stomach all the time. I also think I need a massage therapist (real one...) to stop the tension in the muscles in my back and neck.

I see this morning that the Bruins are trying to trade Thomas. Please send him to the West, he's a Sens-killer (which means, of course, he will end up in Toronto eventually.)

And big finish...

I wish there was a cheesecake in my fridge (real commitment to the exercise thing, eh?)