Excuses, excuses

Friday, May 20, 2005

I would have written more, but it was video game night (and, no, it isn’t video game night every night), and we didn’t finish up until 10:30pm. Of course, I could have written earlier, but by the time I got home (after another one hour commute—this traffic is killing me), I was too excited with the prospect of keeling defenseless monsters. The last two play nights have been difficult for our motley crew of four, however—we’ve tried to beat the same dungeon, and failed both times. Being the lead-headed fools that we are, we’re going to give up and try a different quest next time, and come back to the dungeon when we’re more powerful.

And I have no idea what I’m doing with all these George anecdotes. I didn’t have a plan when I sat down yesterday, and I still don’t. I’m throwing stuff out there to see if anything sticks. I watched George Lucas’s THX1138 before writing the yesterday’s post, which was probably why it was disjointed and avant garde.