Oh Dear...

I forgot that this little fellow was in the garden. He was buried under an out of control lavender plant. He didn't forget he was there, though. Oh no. He had a good, long time to wait and now he's going to make his displeasure felt. 

Zogorion - Lord of the Hippogriffs

Zogorion - Lord of the Hippogriffs by Jason Sholtis is a thing of beauty, a throwback to the days when dudes armed themselves with long-arm staplers, some stamps, heads full of ideas and furious pens. As I read it, I played some Minor Threat because it just seemed so damned punk rock to me and I needed appropriate background music. Jason, all I can say is, "I love it and PLEASE WRITE MORE!"

Kooks Go Home

Expressing your anger with surf wax on a sidewalk is the equivalent of writing "4e sucks!" or "There is no renaissance, you OSR fossils!" on a blog or web forum. Every hobby has its flamewars, I guess. 

Hex By Hex

As I inch forward in the creation of my hex crawl, I have to constantly remind myself to keep the focus tight, to not dwell on anything beyond the horizon. It's so easy for me to get mired in the creation of details that will never be used in play.  

What Lays Beneath?

The ivy in my median was cut back, poisoned, then dug up. The area has been re-planted with lilies, lavender and lantanas. 

     Yet the ivy stubbornly persists. 

     It lurches and creeps skyward from unknown depths. Every few months I must engage in fierce combat, hacking and cleaving until it is weakened and forced to retreat. The ivy reminds me that as a DM I must always mind what's beneath the PCs' feet, because whatever is down there never rests. 

Oh, wow, man!

The missus is at the market, so I am free to enjoy Tales of Topographic Oceans. She has pretty much banned progressive, 70s music when she is home. I always thought it'd be cool to explore a setting inspired by Roger Dean's artwork. 

The Seventh Zine of a Seventh Zine

Now we are seven. Check it out, yo. 

Relic

A relic from the 80s arrived today. 

Tom really packed a ton of weird in the box. 

Pathfinder Battles: Ogre

The Ogre does what ogres can, 

 Deeds quite impossible for Man, 

 But one prize is beyond his reach: 

 The Ogre cannot master speech. 

 About a subjugated plain, 

 Among it's desperate and slain, 

 The Ogre stalks with hands on hips, 

 While drivel gushes from his lips.

 ― W.H. Auden

Oceanic Thoughts

I've never mixed the ocean, which I dearly love, with gaming.

I'm not sure why. The possibilities are endless.

Wyvern Attack!

Pathfinder Battles: Human Rogue

The quickest way to a man's heart is through his back.

Pathfinder Battles: Gargoyle

prowling through the rubble in search of souls

Pathfinder Battles: Werewolf

"I hope I give you the shits, you fucking wimp!"
-Spoon, from Dog Soldiers

Pathfinder Battles: Venomous Snake

Long live Hanna Barbera.

Hit Me With A Brick

I can't wait to see what's inside.

That Smell Is Magical

Excellent finds at the used bookstore.

It's Going To Get Weird

My gaming could use some of this.

Lo, there limps the aging gamer.

Tough session. At least I can read Star Trek novels on the balcony.

Blah blah blah

I've been busy for the past six months.