Who is fit to contend with the Evil-Fish-Of-God?

[kingtycoon]

You close your eyes when your back is to T-Rex... I guess. I have failed as a parent and a Dungeon Master. Never turn your back to the skeletal dinosaur! It's the skeletal dinosaur that is animated by the maleficent energies of the deep-dark.


And do not lightly tempt the wrath of the Evil-Fish-Of-God - which is the greatest of our forebears.

In the end we had a time at the Natural History Museum, with little breaths of remorse at the growing chill and the biting wind, hats lay in the snow in the end, gloves forgotten at home. A fine end to the weekend.

We had a bit of this:

And players were paralyzed, players were in fear, and isolated and alone, they were menaced and bargained with and the called upon magical fire and the bitter steel of the revolver to satisfy their burden of bloodlust. Which was totally fine.

Then I worked for a while - but not to fruition, but a while on my tarot:

Can you guess who my Empress will be? I'll finish it up, I'll work through the Major arcana, and in a dream I had joy at painting the Aces. The Ace of Pens, the Ace of Dollars. A ways to go, but I like painting, and thinking, and so there is that.

We read the better part of Holes - and I loved it, and she did too, and we lamented that the fairy hadn't paid a visit this last week.


Cake. A cake after a long time of not baking - a cake for my friend's birthday, a cake.

And big breakfasts and pizza from scratch:
Pepperoni half an inch thick and all.

Then the bus home from the museum, some cordial mormons to speak to - men from abroad, we've nice conversations re: Kirtland. And they give the trading card.


And we're home and we're safe at home. Having seen the dinosaurs and the skunk and the opossum and the hawk that peed upon a stage, we saw it all, Foucault's pendulum besides.