Pre-gaming the event that is apparently happening on Sunday.
On the circumstances under which it is okay to switch football teams.
*sneeze* *cough* sniffle* *wheeze*
Nothing philosophical this week, just Maribou rambling about her life.
On delineating the decades to a Millennial, and being unable to figure out when the Oughts ended.
Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot? Nah.
On attempts to update “A Visit from St. Nicholas”.
You’d think that they’d have White Elephant parties a week after Christmas rather than a week before.
Entering the eye of the holiday hurricane.
A hair early for the Thanksgiving celebration.
Violence and intrigue.
Fallout 4 is released! I should have the whole weekend to myself to play it!
On the weeks where you make one of those mistakes where you didn’t even know it was a mistake until someone else discovered it in front of other people.
On dreams as catharsis.
Also, the government gives us our hour back this weekend.
Maribou discusses “kicking it to the right”.
What’s on your docket?
Holy cow, is it Friday again already? Indeed it is.
Maribou tells us all about it.
Holy cow, is it Friday again already?
Indeed it is.
I have cancelled
that were in
the video teleconference room
you were probably
would give updates
they were timesinks
by a single email
Having passed through the last of the three gates of summer, a major nighttime milestone
On having houseguests.
On having to wear pants.
On Batching It. (Epilogue)
On Batching It, Part Two (Also, On Summerslam)
On Batching It.
It’s not a gaming group unless you have a Xanatos Gambit.
This Weekend! post is brought to you by Maribou!
Someday, we will have a weekend where the only thing we have to do is go out to breakfast on Saturday, maybe Sunday.
The Three Milestones of Summer. Two Down, One To Go.
Blearily trying to shake off the jet lag that wakes you up at 4AM and makes you fall asleep somewhere around 9.
I am in need of Smartphone advice.
That feeling you get when you finish two three-month projects on the same day.
Summer unofficially kicks off this weekend. Saints preserve us.
Listening to Alice Cooper sing “School’s Out” is totally different when loved ones are on the payroll.