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.
Vacation Day Theory.
So they stole our mailbox.
One of those weeks where you run as fast as you can just to fall behind only a middle amount.
“I only want one thing for my birthday”, Maribou told me.
We watched a couple of drunks thrown out of Geeks Who Drink.
I think I made it to Easter. No, wait. I didn’t.