Hey, I’m still around to some degree. I’ve had two months of absolute personal hell I’ve had to slog through and generally wasn’t active anywhere unless I was up late at night angry and probably drunk.
Aside from my weekly X-Wing thang at the local store, gaming really hasn’t been on my mind. Anyway, I won’t get into it here, but… suffice to say I think things may now _finally_ be calming down and on the upswing. Here’s hopin’.
I’m also looking at a once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity helping open a new restaurant funded by the sixth richest person in America and the man who started Nobu and helped Bobby Flay and the other guys you see on TV get to where the are. So… I might be moving to the northwest part of the state in a couple of months.
But hey, that’s three hours closer to Con on the Cob!
Absolutely. I’ll drop a line in on there. I’m getting the itch to run something myself as well, so we’ll not count that out. It seems like my group has kinda lost interest in Low Life at the moment, sadly.
“What? Oh. Well, I’ve got two nights of stuff prepared and ready to run–but sure, we can have Wes completely stomp us at Descent for the four millionth time. Whatever’s clever.”