Onward they marched, nature
perfected them eons ago and now they were on they’re way to show the sharks
who’s the better species. At first they took over the couch but when they
realized one of their soon to be victims was wearing beach sandals they
launched a full scaled attack that made the twin towers tragedy seem like a bad
episode of “Mesibat Gan”. What can I say?
Bamba to the victor…
Yes, it was a hectic game, I
have to say that I learned something – it’s not the same when you’re playing
without Wilbur…
What’s that you’re saying? He
was there?!? I think not! If he were there, do you think I’d be so mellow (even
after the day I had today – and don’t get me started on that one!)? I just can’t
feel more neurotic free…
Yoav wasn’t there – I think
one of the roaches (perhaps Mr. Samsa) pulled the oldest trick a cockroach
pulled on a human, the good ol’ “men in back” – where you make the human turn
(usually with a rogue – or was it a ruse?) and creep inside of him (via any
opening) and take control. How else can you explain the sane, accent-less
character we encountered (at first I was almost certain it was an NPC –
considering the fact Eyal played him and not Yoav – I always fall to that one…)
which turned out to be a merchant who has the great skill of sound observation
and quiet pacing? I bet he can even decipher words and scale partitions…
About the ice cream glutton
that I am, for starters, I wouldn’t have gone up the stairs if it wasn’t for
mama Ganor’s desire to feed anyone and anything that knocks on the fridge’s
door, furthermore, I hardly remember a time when dear faygetz was at my house
and didn’t sack the kitchen…
Now for the “let’s think how
to add Yoav’s psychosis and Bender’s megalomania into our background” idea,
well, did you ever consider taking a character who wasn’t an orderly at some
mental hospital in the past or one that didn’t come from the Kara-Tur / Jamaica
(I repeat, NO JACKAL!!!) / Baator etcetera? Good, now that we agree we can
resume the semi coalition of sanity and throw out the rejects when we find them
in a dungeon / a cell / Amorphia and so on…
My best wishes for the next
year, just try to recognize yours...
May a plane crush on you this
year,
A tape worm infest your
interiors,
May you discover those
wonderful ticks that could always be used, as icebreakers will be diagnosed as
Torret syndrome,
Win a lifetime supply of
tonic (or rubber dolls),
Find an ample supply of
elderly nameless teachers to fondle at your leisure,
May you finally go on that
long expected trip to the desert, just you, the bike and the president...
P.S. - one was a decoy and
had nothing to do with anyone of you guys...
Good Idea
Having a reliable car…
Better Idea
Having a reliable
insurance company…
Best Idea
Having
a reliable Garage…
Bad Idea
Having
a red 95’ Polo that gets overheated in the middle of the night…
Worse Idea
Using
the towing services of a two hour late truck with a Russian driver who can’t
find a vodka store even if he crushed into one…
Worst Idea
Taking
your car to a garage that holds Al Bundy’s original Dodge as a replacement car
for the esteemed and valued customers…
Good Idea
Having a nice modron house
for YKB in the hood in Kfar-Saba (where they break antennas of cars for
sports).
Better Idea
Playing the YKB in the
occupied territories with a neurotic-magnetized drool-monster as a pet.
Best Idea
Playing
the YKB in a normal place.
Bad Idea
Renting
a motel room for YKB.
Worse Idea
Not
playing at all on YKB, staring at the ceiling and drooling from boredom, having
to go out to the bridge (or whatever gathering place they have in your home
suck-vile) just so you won’t hang yourself with your broom (and if you didn’t
get it, ask me about the peepee-boy) due to frustration…
Worst Idea
Playing
YKB in a typical porn-shanty (trust me on that one, she gained a few pounds…)…
Good Idea
Playing a sane character
(one that didn’t share a cell with the Joker and Poison Ivy) with no accent,
just a regular Joe (or Gary for that matter)…
Bad Idea
Playing
the Rumanian sinister jester.
Worse Idea
Playing
the morbid minstrel.
Worst Idea
I
really hate to mention the deranged torch thrower of a mage who got me to
develop a severe stereotype about the entire Transcendent Order…