Why do my serious questions always get treated as lighthearted banter?

If I could market something that would come out the monitor and smack someone with a clue-by-four, do you really think I'd still be working for the Evil Empire?

Sheesh

What kind of megalomaniac do you take me for?

Honestly, people, don't you think I've already gone over this repeatedly? I mean, when you come visit me, you don't see the beautiful country estate with a fenced area for the greyhounds, the pottery studio with kilns, the well-lit painting studio, the library, or the cabana boy with a pitcher of margaritas at hand, do you?

And, if you do happen to see all of that, could I please have a hit of whatever you're on? It sounds like lovely stuff.

painting

So I got invited to be in a Warhammer 40k RP. I thought, "Well, that'll be nifty, especially since there are 29 bazillion models on the market. Hopefully, I'll get one of the pretty ones."

I seriously lucked out.

This here is my character for the game. I haven't painted in a couple months, so I was exceptionally pleased with how she turned out. This whole not-having-to-paint-a-face thing? Fabulous. That saved me so much time and headache that I'm considering converting all the minis I want to paint into assassins.

Well, not really, because that sounds an awful lot like work.

You know it's time to take the trash out when...

When you see the neighbor kids daring each other to lift the lid of your garbage can, then all run screaming through the parking lot, "EEEEEWWW!! THAT'S STINKY!! EEEEWWWW!!1!!11!"






Or it could just be a sign that you have a dog that you pick up after, the can is black, it's on the west side of the house, and it's getting on towards summer. Either way, it's an important moment.