Redwolf's Journal (continued)

I read this years ago to much amusement, but lost track of where it was. Thankfully, it was found for me (by the Finder even), thus I must share: http://www.geocities.com/sca_bard/World/lotrrpg.html

After a week off, I feel pretty good in general. The trip to Albuquerque went well. We watched the Isotopes win twice, picked up a free binder, had a few of the 22-odd-thousand 50-cent hot dogs sold Monday night, and generally had a good time away from home. The stadium is pretty nice, though I do miss the old one in some ways. We even hit the museum of natural history which had a fairly new section set up about the origins of computers. I finally got a replacement shifter for my bike installed yesterday and rode it back home. Oy. It works, that's good. Coming out of town it's a long haul that's almost entirely uphill to some degree. I made it in sixteen minutes. It was a hard push, though, as stopping pedalling for more than a few seconds on a rare slope down would mean coming to a halt in short order. So I kept going as solidly as I could and was panting pretty damn hard for the last third or so. I know I can do it, but there's shaping up to be done before I consi

Odd dream this afternoon that made more sense (in it's own way) than usual. In a Musketeering era (with elements of romance, revenge, and intrigue that I was vaguely aware of), a man was fulfilling some prophecy that involved rescuing a wounded animal and being at the city docks at night with a metal trash can. He knew he was supposed to use this trash can as some sort of boat, but without any real idea how or where he was going. Then a figure stepped out of the shadows behind, shooting him in the back with a pistol. He fell into the trash can, which in turn rolled off into the water, drifting away... But this was okay, because he survived, the evil consortium thought him dead, and he would return with the freedom to act behind the scenes as he was believed dead. Then I was a GM outside the game, talking to the players about the scene and asking how much longer they wanted to play the campaign so as to gauge how much work I needed to do. It seemed as though we were in college

A small one, at least. It looks like I'll be going to Albuquerque with my dad this coming weekend, leaving Sunday and coming back Tuesday sometime. This is something we used to do once in a while - a "guys" trip down there to watch a game or two of minor league baseball and have a chance to be in a "big city." Looking forward to this.