Thanksreceiving

I taught my extended family unit how to play werewolves and puritans. Half of them understood free-form role playing. Mom, a mother after my own heart, acted the enthusiastic accuser each game, and the werewolves kept killing her off to keep her from getting them. Grandpa just kept trying to shoot us all with silver bullets.
Rules so you can play werewolves and puritans in your own home.
Otherwise, my only comment on thanksgiving concerns grandpa. He seems to think I'm a petulant ten year old again, and insists that I comb my hair for breakfast (??).
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I met with Harry for the first time in about a year and he told me of Denver adventures (getting car jacked and the like), and introduced me to obscure bands, therefore making me cool once again (because we all know that if you know something someone else doesn't know, you are cooler than them). I will post MP3s of said music as I find it online. I can can back flip, I can flip backer than you.
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The battle to gain the bulge continues. I seem to have gotten back up to 170lbs, depending on who's scale you use. I'm gonna have to bulk up more to face those highschoolers next semester.
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Alright, I get it, people like to see themselves in comic form (see comments in last entry). That's why I'm announcing the Clay-will-draw you thang. I'll do a whole entry about it soon for those that are interested.
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Dune the book is much better than the movie. 10 to the 24th times better. I've read through half the novel in three days. A David Lynch site has the movie script, and you can see how much crap he left out, just to make the movie make less sense. I also watched Eraserhead (by the same director) and was thouroughly dissapointed by the lack of anything more interesting than a horse-faced baby puppet. I like the song about heaven though.