I found out yesterday that Gary Gygax, creator of Dungeons and Dragons, passed away. He was 69. I have been playing for over 15 years. That is more than half my life. Thank you Mr. Gygax I have had a blast and I plan to continue to do so.
In the not too distant future, when 4th Edition finally drops, I will be running a game wherein all of the player characters are playing monsters. Though I had this idea long before I started playing World of Warcraft playing the Horde has only made my desire to run it stronger. To start the game I plan to run the classic module The Keep on the Borderlands... backwards. The keep still hires a group of adventurers to clean out the caves. Only the adventurers are NPCs. The player characters will be the survivors of the attack. I am not certain if I will have a confrontation with the adventurers in the first adventure or save them for later. In any event though the players will get the opportunity to storm The Keep on the Borderlands and slaughter the ones who ordered their families and tribes wiped out. What I think would be extra fun is if the players opted not to kill the innocent non-combatants.
I caught the end of Star Wars Episdoe III again last night. It doesn't matter how many times I watch it I just cannot get over the fact that Obi-Wan Kenobi would leave his best friend laying on a lava beach with no arms and legs to burn to death. If he loved him as he proclaimed he would have put a lightsaber through his head. That is a really terrible way to die. I know that Obi-Wan couldn't have killed Anakin but George really could have come up with a better way to end that fight. Having Obi-Wan knock him off a cliff or some other ambiguous death would have been nice. I just don't see Obi-Wan being so heartless... Then again I can't justify Darth Vader being such a whiney little douche-fag either... You really dropped the ball on this one Lucas. Don't even get me started on the whole Yoda/Obi-Wan thing. I like Qui-Gon but you said Yoda trained Obi-Wan damn it! You can't justify it, you just can't. Oops I got started. There are so many things about those movies that just piss me off. Conversely, barring special edition nonsense, I have nothing bad to say about the original trilogy regardless of how cheesy they might be.
I am out of the hospital. I will spare you the less than fun details of my adventure. Suffice it to say I went in feeling quite healthy and it did not remain that way for long. The treatment I underwent was quite taxing on my body's systems. I am feeling better now but still much worse than when I went in. I should know pretty soon if it was all worth it.
This morning I was told I was being removed from the clinical study. The reason being that the study drug was not performing for me in the way they had hoped. I am to be placed on a more traditional regiment. Now I know I can't stay on a drug that isn't performing properly but the promise of the study drug was pretty great.
Yesterday I had a doctors appointment at The U of M. As far as I knew it was another post-transplant clinic appointment. My creatinine count was rather high again so they instructed me to get my blood redrawn Thursday. If it hadn't gone down by a significant amount they would have to do a biopsy. At least that is how the nurse made it sound on the phone. As most of you may have noticed the roads yesterday morning were hell. The express way was terrifying and took over an hour to navigate. However, things got really bad when we made it into Ann Arbor. It took almost as long to get the 5 or so miles to the hospital than it did to get the rest of the way.
I watched the Bucket List with my mother and Aaron tonight. I laughed a lot and even cried a little. I make no apologies. It was a fantastic film. I enjoyed the hell out of it.
I wasn't going to post anything about the death of Heath Ledger but then again this really isn't about him is it...
If you don't know who these people are then let me inform you. They are a small church made up primarily of Reverend Fred Phelp's own family members. They wander the country picketing GLBT events including funerals of known homosexuals. Recently they managed to catch the notice of our beloved President by picketing the funerals of American soldiers. They claimed they were burning in hell for defending a country that allows faggots to live. They are pretty good people all around.
I am generally not the kind of person who wishes ill will, especially death, upon my fellow human beings. However, somebody needs to run every last member of this inbred clan of hate-mongers down with a very large bus of some type. If you feel like giving them shit you can contact them through their site, the lovely www.godhatesfags.com or you can call Shirley Phelps-Roper directly at 785-783-3006. At least that is what the lovely article I read listed as her personal phone number.