Happy birthday to Bronzite

I'd just like to take a moment to comment on how awesome bronzite is. 'Cause awesome he is indeed. And not just because today's his birthday.

Wish him happy birthday, everyone. :-)

Feeling gothy...

I am reading through a DMG2 thoughtfully lent to me by bronzite in hopes of learning a few tricks about strategy for dealing with players and GMing a tabletop game in preparation for the long-awaited run of Woodsmen this coming Wednesday. While some thing were fairly intuitive and I'd picked up on them just in the course of general gaming experience, I must say I am somewhat horrified at some of the pain-in-the-ass things the book warns me that players can pull. Still, I've got a good feeling, and I'm very excited to put what I'm learning about DMing to use.

I am also struck today with a desire to write poetry. Not the inspiration, mind you, only the desire. I have no ideas at the moment. My poetry has never been very good, and tends toward the hilariously emo side of things, so God only knows why I actually want to be responsible for bringing more of it into the world. I blame, I suppose, being fascinated as I am by love and pain and words-- 'cause I'm so very, very goth, evidently --to the point where I just adore twisting them all together in a swirl of tragic butterscotch ripple.

I also find myself wanting to dress goth for tonight. Not sure it would be appropriate, though I guess with this crowd, it's never exactly INappropriate. I haven't had a chance to in quite some time, and I am overwhelmed by the urge to dig out all my cute gloomcookie stuff. Eh, we'll see. Sometime this weekend, maybe. The overwhelming tragedy in my soul, it calls. ;-)