Oy, I've missed another Clean Parts. But if it's clean already. . . Anyway, I didn't realize until it was too late that the game group had rescheduled their last missed evening o' play for last night. So I was obligated to be part of an adventure--which I love doing--and planned accordingly, only to find that some sort of intestinal evil had visited itself upon other members. I missed the poetry, and the chance to hang out with poets from elsewhere, but I did get the chance to play three games I'd never played before: Elfenland, Dungeoneer, and Betrayal at House on the Hill. All were fun, for very different reasons. I could say more, but I've got other work to do. You still know that I love you, though, right?
Totally unrelated, but I was hearing on "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me" that elephants in Thailand (?) were attacking produce trucks. It's a story that reminds me of bears at Yellowstone. Smaller fauna adapted to us pretty quickly. Look under rats and raccoons. Megafauna took a while. But once we began starving them out, they adjusted.
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