🎶Shing-A-Ling-Ling, Shing-A-Ling-Ling,
Listen to that plague bell sing 🎶
02.03.2026 18:15
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🎶Shing-A-Ling-Ling, Shing-A-Ling-Ling,
Listen to that plague bell sing 🎶
He’s your Kafka Cat. Your Trial Awaits.
WEGOVY’s a hell of a drug… but even so, it cannot subdue my Inner American.
🎶Feed The Birds…🎶
When I dine with CAKE, only the finest restaurant will do.
“They don’t like it up’em”
If you can actually see your plate, the lights need to be turned down some more.
They come in a little stainless steel dish with a foot, because that is fancier. The accompanying buffet includes gray roast beef shingles, a vessel of congealed gravy skin, chicken fibers, and potato caulk.
Don’t forget the rock-hard butter pats that tear your rolls apart like a cardboard box in a hailstorm!
From what I’ve heard, he just didn’t like ‘em overall. Granted, I’m not the ultimate expert on what Stafford thought, but that’s what I was led to believe.
Greg Stafford definitely hated Dwarves.
He Sold His Soul For Clout N’ Troll.
Born 12/25/1969 at a US Navy Hospital in Sasebo Japan. This product of the Military Industrial Complex is a Chapo Fan.
I am, but I’m also 56 and way too old to matter.
Sure, I was also aware of the common engine and devs… I just wanted to mention the other stuff. And Ducks are a must!
RuneQuest (as a licensed property TTRPG) is where GW cut its teeth in publishing TTRPGs, after all. Some of their ideas about Chaos come directly from Glorantha :p
A phrase that should scare you whenever it appears in *any* news article:
“Tech companies are looking to capitalize on (insert name of thing you use)”
Bring Me The Head Of Fozzie Bear
Bring Me The Head Of Fozzie Bear
He finally completed his project.
He finally completed his project.
CRUSH! GIANT ROBO!
And who wouldn’t want a fancy badge with black crepe ribbons hanging from it? Every room party is a wake!
For a bit of buzz, we can stick Harlan’s photo on a Roomba and let it careen around, randomly bashing into the ankles of attendees. The con suite will have plenty of Ensure and blood products to keep the members upright, along with a defibrillator.
Nobody will be hot and stinky; indeed, most of the budget will go towards liquid nitrogen pumps. The dealer’s room will be a real bargain, because it’s all the families desperately trying to unload decades of Dad’s junk that he never could sell before…
I’m think of throwing the Ultimate Old-Skool Lit-SF Con: CRYOCON. The guests will cost nothing to get, because they’re already dead. We can just play fan-made tapes of their panels. The masquerade (never referred to as cosplay!) will consist of fancy urns on a conveyer belt…
“Come for the yellowed paperbacks in plastic bags, stay for the chance to have your ass grabbed in an elevator.”
Sounds more like they run on an “Exploitation Model” to me. I take it that (like a lot of SF cons) they are downsizing due to an Entropic Model?
The Eternal Battle is coming for you! Make Your Stand!
Important Holiday Measage:
