Bugger!

Drat! I didn't get around to blogging anything today, but it wasn't a totally unproductive day. I did about 30 minutes of dishes and most of the cups are clean now. HUZZAH!

Last night I GM'ed for the first time in a long time. It went rather well, I think. The party met, they fought some stuff, they kinda formed that "we are a party" bond and most importantly, everyone seemed to be laughing a lot.

People seemed willing to do it again, so huzzah for that. I hope to do it again.

Speaking of gaming, I'm late to Jared's game, so its time to head out.

Jared's is frightening. I've given up soda for Lent and never is the backsliding easier than when gaming at Jared's. The soda flows like wine in the palace of Dionysus, but I've got a plan!

See you later,
Tony llama

Will power and religion

I wonder what's wrong with me. Presumably, nothing is wrong with me and I'm a perfectly normal man, but it seems odd to me.

Let's take a look at some of the teachings of the church
1) Help out those in need.
2) Don't wank.
These really have nothing in common, however, they are what I was taught growing up.

Now, see, here is where the confusing part appears.
1) Last night, at 2:45 AM, I was on the tail end of an 8 hour trip home from Ohio. I had to be up in 3 hours for work, so I was greatly looking forward to whatever time I could spend in Sandman's Realm. I was 300 feet from exit 36 when by the side of the road is a truck with someone waving their arms for attention. Against my own better judgment, and being genuinely afraid I was about to expose myself to someone who meant to wrong me, I pull off the side of the road and go see if he needs help. He was a local fellow who was returning home and thought he could make it to exit 36's shell station. So, I gave the fellow a ride to Shell, then to Citgo because Shell was closed, and finally to the Shell at exit 38 because the Citgo's pumps were on, but refused to relinquish their gas into his gas can. Since he only had 2 dollars, I pulled out my credit card and paid for his gas. He did give me the 2 dollars that he had. Then we drove back to his truck, I dropped him off, and went on my way home. When I got home, I felt the desire to masturbate before bed, because I was frustrated about the 9 and a half hour day I was about to have on only 3 hours of sleep. So, I did. Then I went to bed.

Now....here is what bothers me. I was willing to risk being robbed, beaten, car-jacked, killed, or worse, to help out a stranger because I believe it is what God would want me to do. I think it is what Jesus would do. However, I was not willing to tolerate the 2 minutes of sexual frustration I would have had before falling to sleep. It just seems weird to me that I'd be willing to do so much, but not willing to do so little. What's up with that?

Canadian Bacon

Well, the trip to Canada was full of wacky goodness including going 30+ hours without sleep, but since I did hardly get any sleep, I need to catch up on that tonight. This weekend I'll expound on the trip.

I did have a Timbit, though. TASTY!

Canadian Goodness

I'm on my way to Canada. Well, not right now, but shortly. Right now, I'm at Amanda's house. Amanda is probably better known as Alarra on one of the forums that I frequent.
I drove to her place last night and today we are driving to Toronto to meet other forum members. This is the first time I've ever spent the night at the residence of another forum member. I was pleasantly surprised to NOT wake up chained to a bed, sown into a wool fursuit, and find Amanda cackling in the kitchen about her new pet llama. In fact, it was a rather uneventful night. Hopefully, the trip to Canada will be uneventful as well. Canada itself should be a lot of fun. I want to try a Timbit. Apparently its a doughnut hole filled with a tasty paste.
Hopefully, we'll have a long session of the OOTS board game. I'm excited. I hope my character (chosen randomly) is Elan. If I end up as Belkar, all that hard work I've put into making myself seem like a nice person on the boards is going to flushed down the drain in a glorious night of PvP stabbity death.
Yes, it is foolish to spend 38 hours on the road in 4 days to spend 24 hours with people, but its fun and its a rare opporunity. I am aware of the foolishness, I just don't care about it. I got a classic "Sigh. You're an adult" from mom whenever I told her of my plans. Well, hope to write more soon.
Farewell, secret public Journal.