Haven’t fared past the first run of breakfast joints I found for a while, but I did today. The Lighthouse in Medford Square is not exceptional and does not provide any unusual taste treats, but it does a basic breakfast damned well and I rather expect I’ll drift by there again from time to time. The coffee is OK and the hash browns are not too greasy; the french toast is angelic. Bring your own real maple syrup.
Look, it’s the only place I have where I can put the packing list and be constantly reminded of it. iBook \* charger \* DVDs? \* memory card reader Camera \* Batteries Shadowfist cards Razor, toothbrush, toothpaste, hair bands Wrestling tapes GBA \* Games: AW II, AW, Crash, Yoshi’s Island, p’raps Warioware \* Charger Cell phone charger iPod & headphones
I’m off to Gen Con (original) soon; specifically, I’m leaving Thursday. Blogging may be sporadic during that time, or it may be frequent — it all depends on what kind of wireless access I can find in the convention center. I’ll have my laptop and — hey, why not? — my camera. In fact, I’ll set up a Typepad photo blog for those so they don’t clog things up over here. If you happen to be planning to attend Gen Con, I will be playing a metric ton load of Shadowfist and will likely be at the Z-Man Games booth off and on. I might also be at the Vivendi Games booth. Or drop me an email. ...
Right there, in the big tan building at the center-left of the picture. If you were driving northwest along the road that cuts from the east side to the north side, you’d take a left after the semicircular driveway; then drive down one block. See, it’s the tan building on the left side of the street. Can’t miss it. (I’m pretty sure these wouldn’t actually work as directions if you didn’t know where I lived already. I hope, anyhow.)
Don Park’s philosophy of life is admirable, and not that far from mine. He calls it the Selfish Pig (original). Smart guy. I wish I was as capable of detaching appropriately as he is; life’s not really all that complex. Also: hi, John! I am sorry I was a flake last year; it was a bad year for me, but that’s no excuse.
I now own two walking sticks. They have sharp metal spikes at the bottom, and nice curved handles. One of them — the one my great-grandfather used as he hiked across Germany — has “Interlochen” carved into the shaft. I don’t know if he did that, during sunsets and sunrises, or if it came that way when he purchased it. Both of them, both my great-grandfather’s walking stick and my grandmother’s walking stick, have little metal badges attached to the shaft every inch or so. He apparently hiked more places than my grandmother, because he has more badges. Each badge is a new town, or a new sight on the horizon. If I took the time, which I will, I could trace their paths from the top of the stick to the bottom through the mountains of Europe. ...
That was kind of an exciting Mother’s Day. My brother, my sister-in-law, and I had a nice trip down to the Cape to visit Mom, dined on fish and chips, and headed back up north. Right before the Sagamore Bridge, some guy in a Dodge Ram rearended us at around 40 MPH. Dodge Ram 2500s (original) are huge — I’m six feet tall and the hood of this thing was up to my chin. My brother’s Volvo is probably totalled; the Ram has a big dent in the bumper and that’s it. Impressive. ...
The Neighborhood Diner has opened up their patio and, apparently, closed their inside dining area. Or something, but anyhow they wouldn’t let me in, so I had the patio experience under somewhat more breezy conditions than I was prepared for. Less wordily: it was a little chilly and I had no sweater. But the food was good as always and it’s nice to be outside. Next time I’ll bring my laptop down and check for wireless. ...
I was wandering through work today prior to some network maintenance, and happened to notice a copy of GURPS Prisoner on someone’s desk. I really like my coworkers. And my company, for that matter.
For the first time in years and years, I’ve registered for Gen Con (original). That’d be the Indianapolis version, not the London one, although if anyone wants to pick up my plane ticket I’ll certainly hit the latter. In a surprising display of competence, I even preregistered for events. Woot!