Gecko Bloggle

Rick and I went to the newly-renovated (but still slightly odd) Denny’s, where we talked about an idea he has for a game.  There’s two major chunks to it, and I think he’s got the action bit figured out, but the lead-up to the action needed a little something.  Not sure what, but something.

I think it’d work.  As an actual game, in the real world, which would be fun, and kinda hectic, like when you were playing in the basement with the expensive stuff your parents owned, and they’d yell at you for “having fun wrong.”  Those were awesome games to play, until one of you broke a window, popped out a ceiling panel, bounced that switchblade off the wall back at you, or you (and I actually did this) lost a throwing star somewhere in the ceiling.

I bet that happens to real ninjas all the time, just like normal people lose socks in the wash.

I’ve always thought the best games are normal games (no learning curve for how to play) but messed with in some way.  Normal pinball is kida dull after you’ve played on a table that has multi-ball.  Foosball is just not the same after you’ve played it with three balls on the table at once.

Looking back to Rick and I in 1993, it’s deeply weird to think that the same place we used to go THEN to have some coffee and grease, is where we go NOW to have coffee and grease.  Unlike in ’93, no drag queens there tonight (well, at least there weren’t while we were there, after the dinner rush, maybe later tonight – there really wasn’t enough of a crowd to warrant a visit from any queens).

I think I’m going to have to break my photographic silence on my moustache tomorrow, ’cause you people have just GOT to see what’s happening under my nose.  I had to shave tonight ’cause I can’t do any ‘stache below the lip line, ’cause my sides-of-my-chin-growth is white, and my moustache is mostly reddish/brown (red?)  Craziness, I tell you.