How I met your Mother:

Scenes from my real-life

So despite my early morning reservations and crankiness, I actually had a lot of fun RPGing with Teddy Bear's gang of geek souls. The game's premise is basically L&O:SVU meets S.H.I.E.L.D. with us playing highly trained but otherwise normal human beings tasked with bringing down an assortment of super powered serial killers, maniacs and crack heads. I'm playing the token corrupt cop/ brick shit-house who did exactly what he was built to do - kick serious ass with no questions asked. So D20s were rolled, hero points spent, much hash smoked and several pizzas ordered before the day was saved.

Later went out for drinks with Teddy Bear down at the Yacht. We got a few whiskeys in us as we talked comic books, games and gals before deciding to head our separate ways home to catch the new Doctor Who.

Heh... so, tell me Internets, still think nerds are sexy? ;)

From Texas:

So here's what I need to make this happen: Three hits of blotter, a five dollar bill and a time machine.

The Continuing Crisis:

*ring-ring*

"Good morning and thank you for calling Mammon Incorporated, this is Dan Wupplemuff speaking..."

"Dan, hey, this is Jack. Just wanted to let you know I won't be able to make it into the office today."

"Oh no, what's wrong?"

"Demonic possession."

"'Demonic possession'?"

"Yeah... normally I'd just grind up some Vicodin and snort it up through a page torn out of the Bible only to muddle through the day as best as I could from there. But this isn't your ordinary, run of the mill demonic possession, Dan... this is that gay demonic possession you've been seeing on the news of late and to be frank it's been nothing but pure Cockageddon here the last twelve hours or so."

"I see."

"No, Dan, you don't see... my innocent hetero soul is writhing in anguish at the sordid pleasures my infernal puppet master forces my flesh to succumb to during what is apparently an endless dance music marathon in the background. If you could truly 'see' you would hang up the phone immediately, drive to the nearest church, synagogue or mosque to offer your sincerest supplications to a higher power that a similar fate doesn't befall yourself or a loved one."

"Okay, well, will you be in tomorrow then?"

"How many sick days do I have left?"

"After today... none."

"Then I'll definitely be in tomorrow, bright and early."

"Okay, Jack... hope you feel better."

"Oh... I'm definitely feeling better already."

*click*