But There Is Rollerblading!

 Hello friends,

How're ya'll faring with the heat dome and horrific air pollution, assuming you're anywhere in the Midwest? A few years ago, we faced a heat dome in the Seattle area—the temperature reached 113°F (45 °C). Not long after, we faced a period of wildfire smoke where the AQI was in the 300s. Made me think that maybe I wasn't in the most resilient area when thinking about future threats of climate change.

Well, I'm not sure there are many such places on the planet. Minneapolis—where Batgirl and I are currently located as of last month—has a lot going for it. But last week we got to endure the double fun of a heat dome AND AQI in the 300s. It wasn't a great week. On the other hand, I surreptitiously exchanged the MIRV 8 air filter that the apartment complex had installed in our HVAC unit with a MIRV 13 version, kept the fan running constantly, and was able to bring the air inside to an AQI under 10, which was quite a relief.

However, when not dealing with the fruits of climate change, I've been able to rollerblade along a trail that runs right next to the apartment called the Greenway. I've long been a fan, but over the last several years, circumstances kept me away. I was lucky if I got out once a year, and some years I was not lucky.

With the aforementioned Greenway's immediate adjacency, I've been rollerblading an average of two times A WEEK! It's amazing. And check out the picture--it sort of blew my mind when I first found it along the trail--a roundabout for rollerbladers (well, for bicyclists, but also rollerbladers). Friends, I've arrived :)

Rewind: Why I Like Fringe (slightly) More than X-Files

Hey folks!

Several months ago, I heard Prime had picked up the rights to do another Stargate series. Having never watched the original Stargate or the Atlantis spin-off, I was intrigued. Batgirl hadn't seen the series since it debuted in the late 90s, so she was on board for some long-term sci-fi watching, a few at a time. We're in season 9 of 10! (As an aside, I just heard Prime is no longer interested in doing a new series. Boo! Anway...)

Last night, we saw an episode with John Noble playing a small part. We both yelled, "Walter!" at the screen, because for us, John Noble's defining role was as that wild and woolly scientist on the sci-fi series Fringe. (Itself now something that debuted a while back. Sheesh, I'm sensing a threme. Anyway...) 

Science! (in the UK)

Which reminded me I once wrote a short article about Fringe and Walter, and did so by comparing it to X-Files, which I've added and updated hereafter.

 I was a big fan of the X-Files in its day. The Truth Is Out There! The first episode I saw was "Squeeze" (thanks to my friend Monte telling me there was this show I just had to see).

Many years have passed, and now I've become a big fan of Fringe. I mean, come on; coretexiphan!

At some point after watching Fringe and finishing a rewatch of X-Files, I was struck by the wide philosophical difference between the two shows. These differences influence a given plot in a noticeable, characteristic fashion (though of course outliers exist).

Both shows deal with unexplained, odd, and unlikely phenomena. In fact, I'd say it's obvious that The X-Files was a big influence on Fringe.

In the X-Files, many episodes are devoted to the idea that society can't or won't accept the Truth that Is Out There. Villains are many times scientists working in secret labs or in government facilities. Or, if scientists are not outright villains, then they are part of an uncaring establishment, hidebound in its dogmatic acceptance of the world. In fact, at one point, the FBI agent Dana Scully goes so far as to tell her partner Mulder that she's always accepted the facts that "science" has taught her, and is unwilling to accept that things might be different (which is an odd way to look at science).

In Fringe, one of the main characters is a scientist. All the crazy phenomena and odd occurrences that threaten the world in Fringe are dealt with and mediated by science and the application of reason. Sure, reason in the form of Walter Bishop, but back off, man, he's a scientist.

Thus, my comparison: The X-Files was slightly suspicious of the scientific method, while Fringe is more apt to embrace it. The X-Files is more likely to reject that science can solve the problems that beset us (problems like killer insects escaped the Pleistocene and aliens who live in black goo, granted), while Fringe usually holds that only science can save us (from parallel-dimension shape shifters and collapsing universes, sure). On The X-Files, scientists are more likely to be part of a conspiracy, while on Fringe, scientists are more likely to show us how things really are.

Mainly, I think I've pegged that both these shows lie on a continuum, and those points are in different locations between 'embrace science' and 'suspect science.'

I think you can probably guess--though I love both of these shows--which one I prefer.

Also, Stargate! Can't wait to get into Atlantis after we finish SG-1.

An Interruption

As regular readers of my blog and/or my Patreon may have noticed, I stopped putting up regular posts at the end of last year. That was because I had lots of things going on, one of which was an impending radical shift in my location to an as-yet-undetermined (undermined back then) location other than Washington state and the house we'd lived in since 2012.

I decided to start shedding minor bits of stress to help deal with the general stress and anxiety a move can generate. Ongoing extra writing required by my Patreon was one.

Whelp, I'm here now on the other side of that move. Batgirl and I have leaped to a new location, out of the suburbs and into the heart of a large city, where lots of interesting things are a mere walk away rather than an hour's drive. We shall see how it works out, but I have to tell you, the stress I felt—as manifest by my nightly wake-up at 3 am and worry and plan—has fallen away. Now, when I wake up at 3 am, I blink, maybe use the toilet... and go right back to sleep.

The photo is a glance at my new office workspace. The setup isn't quite finished; I might get a plant in that far corner, hang some more pictures. But it's pretty much what I've got going on for my day job, which is still my wonderful employer, MCG. 

And what about my other writing, specifically the stuff I started my Patreon for? Well, as I said, the stress of an imminent move and its aftereffects are abating. It's time to pick up the pen again and finalize the current effort: The Dreamrider in the Nightland wants its author back. It turns out I'm in a position to make that happen. 

Wish me luck!

How About A Ghoul Log This Holiday?

Hey friends,

Wishing you a peaceful year's end and celebrations in whatever way you celebrate it. Like, maybe with a yule-tide log that burns long and bright thanks to a plump arm thrown into the blaze for that little extra bit of holiday cheer. Just like your ol' friend The Ghoul from Prime's video adaptation of Fallout. In fact, you can kick back with The Ghoul as he watches the fire and listens to some trippy post-apocalypse tunes and stories by Mr. New Vegas.

Burns like a candle!

If you're like me, you've got a lot of joy out of the Fallout franchise over the years.

These days, I play Fallout 76 now and again. Really, it's a love-hate relationship: a game I hate to love. I hate to love it because it tempts me, trying to fill up free time I should probably be spending on something more creative than designing my next camp, next character build, or customized weapon with 4-star mods. On the other hand, have you seen my sweet new dinosaur-themed Christmas fishing camp? It's cool :D

But my love goes back to the beginning. In fact, there was even a time 26 years ago, in 1999 or thereabouts, when I worked directly with the brand while I was at TSR. My brush with official material was while writing a Dragon Magazine article called "Weapons of Fallout," where I had a great time converting the guns of soon-to-be-released Fallout 2 to 2E D&D Alternity stats. But good luck finding much trace of it online--at least, I just tried and came up empty-handed. So even if you wanted to see Fallout 2 weapons converted to 2E D&D Alternity (hah), you are probably out of luck, sorry.

My colleague Sean Reynolds has an even deeper connection to Fallout of yesteryear, because he worked at Interplay, directly on a new Fallout game—that never came out. Ouch.

At least my article was published, small as it was, if only to be lost through bit rot and fading memories, like a fat man's arm burning away on the fire...

We all roll on

 Hey ya'll!

Wow, did October sneak up on and then slip by you as quickly as it did for me? I think one reason time moved relatively more quickly for me was because of travel. Gameholecon 2025 in Madison, WI, was a weeklong experience that included planes and airports, setting up (then eventually packing away) the MCG lounge, running games, giving seminars and interviews, and doing a whole lot of talking with friends and gamers. Gameholecon isn't a huge convention, but it is very focused on tabletop RPGs, so if that's your bag, you might consider attending the event one of these years. 

And last week we got to enjoy Halloween (and probably about half the candy we bought for the supposed purpose of giving out to trick-or-treaters, lol). Halloween also happens to be my and Batgirl's anniversary! Unlike in years past, our celebrations remained relatively restrained this year. But in addition to the aforementioned candy theft from children that might have otherwise enjoyed it, we also took the day off from our respective employers (MCG for me, Bluetooth for Batgirl), played some of our favorite games, and enjoyed dinner out. A great start to a long weekend, in other words!

Whelp, speaking of time slipping by, from the time I wrote that last sentence to this one, nearly a week has passed. In related news, I have a new ergonomic keyboard. Hand pain, be gone! (I hope... so far, so good).

Ok, enough about me. Here's a picture I'm pretty sure that's in the public domain that relates to The Dreamrider and Starcatcher (if you happen to be one of my patrons, it also relates to something happening in a newly dropped scene from what has become my latest serial novel).

We Made It!

 Howdy ya'll!

MCG, the tabletop RPG company I'm part of, completed a crowdfunding effort over the weekend. Which means we'll release Cypher (2E) sometime next year. Not only that, the campaign enjoyed an amazing 24 hours of Overtime Mode, during which time it crossed the $1,000,000 milestone! Amazing. (And as Charles Ryan hoped, this campaign now numbers among one of just a small handful of non-licensed, non-5E campaigns to exceed $1 million in revenue). If you helped us out in any way, thank you SO VERY MUCH.

As I may have mentioned, internally we've been working on Cypher for a long time. In fact, our first design retreat, where we started throwing crazy ideas about what was possible, was in June of 2024! Not to say we weren't still working on other projects after that. I think I started (mostly) full-time working on Cypher in January of this year. And what a ride it's been! Which is why it's so doubly gratifying to see the community respond with such enthusiasm.

Thanks again. 

Cypher Character Creation Walkthrough

 Hey friends!

As some of you are well aware, I left Wizards of the Coast in 2013, ending my 4-edition run writing official Dungeons & Dragons content. Since then, I've been writing official Cypher System RPG settings, games, and adventures for MCG.

And look—I've reached a 2-edition run at MCG, because we're putting out a new edition of Cypher, which we're crowdfunding right now! (Please help us spread the word, and/or if you're interested but haven't already, pledge yourself!)

To help get out the news, MCG's designers have shot short, shareable videos of themselves answering questions like "How do you make monsters scary?" and "What's your approach to adventure design?" Well, soon enough, those videos will start appearing on various platforms, including Instagram and TikTok.

But I also shot a video of myself at my desk doing a complete character creation walkthrough for the crowdfunding effort. I think that ultimately, it will end up in the hands of the good folks at the Discord for Cypher Unlimited (the CU!), among other places.

But hey, it's my video, and I figured some of you might be interested in seeing what I've put together today, as an early preview just for ya'll, my supporters.

If you're a patron, check out this link! https://www.patreon.com/posts/rpg-character-137664288 

(If you're not, or a free follower of my Patreon, the video should be widely available in a few weeks!)

Why'd It Have To Be Tornados?

Howdy Earthlings!

A friend texted me a couple of nights ago, wondering if my mom was alright, given all the tornadoes in my hometown. Wha? Tornadoes!? News to me, but a quick search showed, yep, tornadoes where I grew up!

Here's some video by storm chaser Brandon Copic: https://youtu.be/HOWGZOHRWno?si=FQt1wMZyUJ6xPDdN 

I texted my mom to check, and thankfully, she soon texted back with confirmation that she was indeed okay. Later, she sent the picture I've associated with this post. Pretty wild, right?

You may not know it, but I have a long history with tornadoes--as does anyone raised in the Midwest, of course. But even after all this time, I still have nightmares about them. (And recurring nightmares about Bigfoot and nuclear bombs, but that's a story for another time.)

My closest brush with a tornado was when I was probably about 13. I was an altar boy, and had been promoted to "captain" of a small team of other altar boys. The upshot of that was that I was the one tasked with a little extra clean-up after each mass. Which was why I was the only one still around the church after a weekday mass concluded one summer afternoon.

As usual, after finishing up, I left the church and closed the door behind me. Then I walked out onto the church's side terrace, drawn to look at some weird clouds. Three of them had these odd, pointy funnels at the bottom. "Huh," I thought, turning away as cold rain splattered me.

I'd made it just a couple of steps back toward the door when the sirens went off. I probably jumped a foot. As I ascended, my panicked thought was, "Nuclear bomb siren!" But as I came down, I recognized the sound: it was a tornado warning, and "OMG THOSE WERE FUNNEL CLOUDS AND I WAS RIGHT UNDER THEM."

So I ran to the door, yanked on it, thinking—

The door was locked. Of course it was. I'd closed it as I left, automatically locking it. Oh shiiiiiit.

Well, I beat on the door and screamed for someone to let me in, but Father Wolf and the housekeeper had already descended into the church's basement. (Actually, the residence was downstairs.) 

So, I just locked my arms through the door handle and turned around to see what was going on behind me. Everything in front of me went white with howling rain, spotted with darker flashing shapes of debris, mostly tree branches whipping past. I think I kept yelling for someone to let me in, but the tornado's scream smothered everything.

After what seemed like a half hour, the white haze faded. I could see the terrace and across the way again, under rain descending vertically like rain is supposed to, rather than being whipped into a froth in a tornado's touchdown-halo. Yep, quite a mess. 

But I was no worse for wear. Something about where I was standing in the doorway had completely protected me from the flying debris or being sucked out into the haze.

About two minutes after that, the door slammed open and Father Wolf burst out,  as wide-eyed and scared as I've ever seen anyone look. My Mom had just called to ask him if I was alright, you see. 

Luckily, I was. I got to enjoy a nice meal with Father Wolf and his housekeeper in their cozy downstairs residence while we waited for my parents to come pick me up.

In the end, I was fine. And I came out of it with a good story to tell. 

But I still sometimes dream of tornadoes.

Teeth filled and feeling fine!

Heya friends!

I'm chagrined to report that my 57-year record of never having a cavity is now broken.  During my annual dental exam a couple of weeks ago, two "occlusions" were discovered. My dentist told me I can technically continue to say I've never had cavities because occlusions are sorta like pre-cavities. (He was just being nice—these were more like small cavities.)

Photo by H Hagi on Unsplash

He asked if something in my diet had lately changed. Like, was I suddenly drinking sugar sodas every day? Nope, nothing like that. Well, we talked about it and came up with one hypothesis.

About 2 years ago, wanting to trim my plastic waste, I switched to dry toothpaste bits. They arrive in a glass jar instead of a plastic tube, and the refills come in compostable bags. Cool, right? The thing is, they also use hydroxyapatite instead of fluoride. I hadn't even thought about it; I just assumed they had fluoride.  So, my dentist speculates that my switch to those could be the culprit, as the research to support that hydroxyapatite is as good as fluoride in preventing tooth decay is lacking. Oops.

Anyway, I just got back from another visit to the dentist with two new fillings with the latest generation of composite. My dentist says no one will ever be able to tell I've had cavities... except other dentists. (Oh, and now all ya'll.)

Now, as it happens, one of the main characters in my novel, The Dreamrider in the Nightland, is also about to learn about a cavity. But more of one in reality than in his mouth.

There Will Be Days Like This

 Hey friends,

There are days and then there are days, am I right? By that, I mean there are less-than-good days when enough goes wrong that you begin to notice, and half your attempts to recognize and fix those things accomplish the opposite.

But let's focus on the things that did go right today. I walked my dog. I hugged my partner. I ate some yummy leftovers for lunch. I wrote some words (good ones, I think, but that's subjective from my POV, obviously). And I got to exercise, as I do most days, because I'm addicted to the endorphins. Today, I was on the elliptical in my office.

I also listened to (off and on, but mostly while I was exercising on the elliptical) more of Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin. I'm not sure I'd have picked it up on my own, but Batgirl recommended it, and the core concept of "about friendship, love, and video games" was enough to get me started. It's a great book, I recommend you try it, and yes, it qualifies as another thing that went right today.

On the whole, maybe I should put today in the column of things that went mostly right. Either way, tomorrow's another day. And tomorrow, and tomorrow...

Sorry, couldn't resist. 

Being My Better Self

Heya Earthlings,

If you're like me, there are two yous. One is who you actually are in the moment, and the other is who you strive to be—your "better self."

Yep, I'm a big fan of Socrates and the idea of "self-development through self-knowledge." This method allows someone to become a more moral and kind person. But I submit to you that being your better self goes beyond that. Or, to say it another way, also includes less high-faluting goals.

Like, being happy. You'll be happier if you head off mistakes and bad choices, right?  Putting together a budget is a great example. Or planning a schedule for how many pages or words you (or in this case, I) need to write on any given day to hit a turnover deadline in three months' time. 

And then there's the day-to-day ways I try to be my better self. Enter sticky notes*.

I'm always writing messages and reminders to myself to improve my life outcomes, such as "lock this!" on the garage door, "Save your sleep, don't eat after 8!" on a refrigerator shelf, "Close this!" next to the toilet, and so on. Over time, I sublimate these, and the sticky notes are (hopefully) no longer needed.

But new sticky notes always show up. Like today, after having spilled my coffee for the 2nd time in six months by swiveling my high-backed office chair, my newest better self reminder on a sticky note: "No coffee here! 

*I also send myself reminder emails every day, but sticky notes photograph better.

Where To Look For Hope

 Heya Earthlings,

I hope you got through yesterday without a single April Fool's Day groaner to contend with or, worse yet, a fake story you briefly thought was real. (Not that entirely true news stories aren't bad enough if you happen to be a fan of economics or the Constitution.)

On a related but more upbeat note, I just finished listening to a great interview that you might enjoy. It was conducted by one of my favorite new energy writers and podcasters, David Roberts. He interviewed a Chicago area congressional representative I've never heard of before by the name of Sean Casten. Wow! Rarely do I hear elected officials speak with such humanity and intelligence, especially in the face of being effectively powerless as a member of the House. The topic: 

The view from inside DC, with Rep. Sean Casten

I talk with the congressman about why Trump is meeting so little resistance, what can be salvaged of energy policy in the next four years, and where to look for hope.

Give it a shot, I think you might find something hopeful in his outlook, and possibly even something useful: https://www.volts.wtf/p/the-view-from-inside-dc-with-rep 

[Photo by Birmingham Museums Trust on Unsplash]

Exactly 20 Years Ago On My Blog

Hey Earthlings!

Did you know I've been blogging since 1999? And even though Apple nuked my original blog when they eliminated web space hosting, the Way Back Machine kept... bits of it. 

But I apparently have kept ALL of it in the dusty recesses of my hard drive. Batgirl says I'm a digital hoarder. I think this proves beyond a shadow of a doubt she's correct.

Anyway, are you interested in what I put on my blog extacly 20 years ago on March 10, 2005 (when I was still about 8 years away from quitting Wizards of the Coast?)

Well... it's not that interesting. Apparently I've been a political creature ever since I discovered the web. I've become a lot less like this in the last decade--but here's me talking about a pending bill that seemed sorta bad to 36 year old Bruce. Luckily, the bill ended up not getting passed, so there's that:

Posted: Thu - March 10, 2005 at 10:59 AM

I did a lot of martial arts in the 2000s

Today, when you, the average citizen reach the end of your financial ability to pay back your debts, you can file for bankruptcy. Debtors currently have discretion as to whether to attempt to get clear of debts and keep some assets, or to pursue a repayment plan.

Why is it that people go into bankruptcy? Is it because they can't control their credit card habit? Sometimes yes. But did you know that 50% of bankruptcies filed in the US are because of medical emergencies? And of those people, 2/3rds have insurance yet they still go bankrupt because they can't pay their deductible?

Ouch! That could easily be you or me! Good thing that you can establish a bankruptcy plan that fits your circumstances (such as if you've suffered through a medical emergency). Man, its good we live in a civilization where people help people, and we're not still out on the veldt.

But, wait for it...

The Senate is moving towards passing a bankruptcy bill that would strip discretionary powers from judges hearing bankruptcy requests. If you're an average Joe, no matter the reason you go into bankruptcy, you'll probably be forced into a repayment plan. Too bad--you're house will fetch a nice price and go to pay the deductibles you couldn't pay even with your medical insurance.

Why is the Senate even considering a bill that is so anti-citizen and pro credit corporation? Hmm, well it turns out that the credit/finance industry is a significant contributor to politicians, both Republican and Democrat. So even many boys and girls in blue are behind this terrible bill.

So... I advise you not to get sick.

I hope my back gets better. [Some context on my sign-out comment: On March 2nd 2005, I post about having really screwd up my back]

Oly Funk Fest 2025

Hey Earthlings!

We took a short break from reality, "funking off" to a festival in the nearby city of Olympia, WA, over an extended weekend and returned last night. Despite being Washington state's capital and just under an hour away, I've never visited. I've passed dozens of times, watching the freeway exit signs blip past on the way to Portland or some other Oregon destination.

Well, that deficiency is now addressed. I've visited Olympia's downtown area, anyway, and it gets our seal of approval (FWIW). I'm sure the three venues playing live funk and funk-adjacent music at all hours of the day during our visit contributed to our great impression. That aside, the downtown area was rich with restaurants, breweries and bars, shops, and other attractions, all in one walkable package. I was surprised and impressed.

The festival itself, as I alluded to above, was great. Two of the three venues were perfectly suited to dancing, and Batgirl and I were at pains to take advantage. We danced so much that my fitness watch decided I'd graduated to a new fitness tier! Well, I don't think I'll soon be able to replicate 3 days of 3+ hours of dancing, sad to say.

Some of the standout bands included Eldridge Gravy, Hillstomp, Clinton Fearon, and the Andy Coe Band, though everyone was great. Not all the musicians were strictly funk (or even that close, really) but all were really amazing. Overall, it was quite a nice, if short, vacation.

Dreamgineering

These last several months, my mental health has greatly improved by restricting my reading to select curated sources. One of those is Scientific American, and in particular, its Today in Science daily newsletter.

One article recently caught my attention because it discussed "engineering" dreams. The article is titled "The New Science of Controlling Lucid Dreams." 

I respectively suggest this alternate title: Dreamgineering ;).

It's so amazing that scientists are learning how to engineer sleepers' dreams to reduce nightmares, treat insomnia, and even just for fun.

In college some years ago, a friend living in a different state and I tried to induce lucid dreams, specifically so we could attempt to meet up the world of sleep. I'm sad to report that nothing ever came of those experiments, but our attempts have obviously stuck with me.

[Photo by Javardh on Unsplash]

Of course, I wonder how much such "dreamgineering" science might have been involved, historically and as an in-world basis for my current Patreon novel, Dreamrider in the Nightland. The novel is a near-future sci-fi-ish story, if you aren't aware. Though it's not hard science fiction, especially as revealed by the Dreamrider's patron in this last scene of chapter 10.

Fighting For Good Causes

Hey Earthlings!

Not long ago, I wrote the Cypher System Bestiary. One entry under the Modern genre is "billionaires" (level 5, attacks and Speed defense as level 3; effectively infinite resources).

The creature entry reminds us that it’s humane to remember that every billionaire is also a person. A few choose to direct their incredible fortune primarily towards humanitarian ends. Others buy sports teams and leagues, rare collectibles, and extravagantly expensive yachts. Many display childish behavior and get away with it. And more than a few got their wealth by founding businesses credibly accused of human rights violations and environmental devastation.

The upshot is that you can put a billionaire—along with a vampire, a weird west gunslinger, and a killer robot—in your next Cypher System game if you want.

Which is great, because tabletop role-playing games are fictional escapes. You don't need me to tell you that. Just look at the murder hobos most D&D adventuring parties include. Also generally fine, fun, and funny—assuming they’re not ruining the fun for other players—within the confines of the stories ttRPGs so brilliantly create.

It’s not fine when someone in real life decides they will deal with a situation like an adventurer battles monsters lurking in a dungeon. In reality, I don’t feel it’s laudable.

To crystallize that feeling far more eloquently than I, please welcome Batgirl, in her role as a guest blogger, to finish out this post.

Batgirl’s Take

There’s an appeal to the righteous outlaw trope, from Robin Hood to Butch Cassidy, Bonnie and Clyde to John Wick. But we all understand that there’s a distinction between the fantasy of law-breaking, particularly in fiction, and the reality of the brutality of murder.

Nobody idolizes John Wilkes Booth, Gavrilo Princip, Lee Harvey Oswald, or the 9/11 pilots, even though they believed themselves to be fighting for good causes. We remember them, rightly, as people who committed premeditated assassinations, who caused enormous suffering to the families and communities of the people they killed.

No matter how much we may or may not sympathize with the killers' adopted causes, we know they're not heroes. The real heroes and justice fighters are the people who work for the common good: Ghandi, Martin Luther King Jr, Cesar Chavez, Nelson Mandela, and Ceyda Sungur (Turkey's Lady in Red).

These are the people we really admire, the people who make a better world.

[Image from NBC News, showing Turkey's "Lady In Red" standing up to riot police right before they pepper spray her]

[Article originally published in my Patreon.]

Escape!

Hey Earthlings.

Whelp, here we are. Ain't great. Personally, I wasn't dismissing the polls showing Harris as less likely to win. Whenever I saw folks online or other places explaining why we shouldn't believe those polls, I didn't give in to hope. That sounds sad, I know, and I wish I'd been proven wrong. So when the election was called, I had already been processing the outcome for a while. Despite that prep, I would have still needed to take a couple of mental health days, as was kindly offered by my employer MCG, except I was already leaving for a few days away.

[Photo by Tom Barrett on Unsplash]

Yep, in an effort to check out other interesting places where the cost of living is less than the Seattle area now that we are almost empty nesters, Batgirl and I made a short trip. It turns out that traveling was a reasonable panacea. If you're still suffering, and you are in a position to visit somewhere new, even if it's just a day or two, I recommend it. If not that, then a walk outside for a few hours in the nearest green space. It doesn't change the reality, but it might give you an extra scintilla of resilience to cope.

Another reasonable panacea? Escape into another world entirely. I just finished Mur Lafferty's Chaos Terminal, second in the Midsolar Murders series, and liked it a lot. I'm also closing in on finishing my good friend Susan Morris' debut novel Strange Beasts. It's great, and you should check it out!

Hmm, what other fictional escapes are—oh right! There's also my Patreon--I've just made the thirty-second scene drop--in this one, The Dreamrider and Minerva have just met for the first time in the Nightland.

Travel 2024

 Hey Earthlings!

It's been a travel-rific year for me so far, which for someone who's only so-so about travel, has been an , uh... let's call it an interesting journey ;).

Some of the farther-away places I've stayed this year include Austin TX, Indianapolis IN, Eugene OR, and most recently, Denver CO where I was excited to hang out with the old high-school gang--we even enjoyed a couple of entirely wonderful RPG sessions!

But I've still got several trips ahead, including to Madison WI (for Gamehole Con next week--come find me, I'll be running these games and on these panels!), Cleveland OH, and Watertown SD (to celebrate my Mom's 75th birthday along with my siblings),

That's seven trips in a year, which is a record for me. And as I said, I'm a bit of a homebody, so there's always a bit of discomfort for me when it comes to travel. Unfortunately, that discomfort wasn't merely metaphorical on my trip to Denver a week or so ago, thanks to an unrelentingly painful knot in my upper back. 

Which is sort of a perfect segue into something that all this travel has me thinking about this year: Travel is often challenging and uncomfortable when you're going someplace you're not familiar with. But should I embrace this discomfort because I know it's good for me in the end?

Probably. Now that I've put all this time, I'm suddenly remembering the first time I went to the UK in early 2000 (Wizards wanted me to sell Gen Con UK con-goers on how great 4E D&D was going to be). The first two days crept up on me, throwing one challenge after another—how to turn on the lights my room, turn on the taps, adjust the thermostat, plug in my razer, and so many other little things that couldn't be taken for granted. The stress built up... but then suddenly on day three, my perspective shifted, and this wave of elation swept over me as I looked out the window and saw the morning sun on the countryside. I was on another continent, I was making new friends, and I was in it for the next week, so no use in doing anything other than enjoy it! That was a great feeling, and sure enough, the rest of my trip was fantastic. 

So yeah. Travel can lead to personal growth. No news there. But that knowledge is something I try to keep in mind before each new trip. Homebody Bruce is home most of the year. He needs to get out once in awhile, right?

If only I could leave the knot in my back at home.

Photography Decoupled From Reality

 

Greetings, Earthlings!

We've entered the era of photos no longer being proof of anything. With some new features offered by my phone, I can include mostly realistic-looking changes to a base photo that are anything but real. Like, this entirely fictitious cute kitten shown in the photo above. I assure you, there is no such kitten here.

I've also given our dog a faux tiger cub companion, added weird purple spiders to my desk, and called down alien landing ships to investigate the front yard. The latter is something I've wanted to pull off for decades, harkening back to when I was a kid with a film camera--I taped pieces of paper cut like saucers to my bedroom window, then took a photo of the sky. The result was blurry images of flying saucers in the sky.

Hmm, well, I guess the more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm afraid I don't have a hot take on the topic other than "I guess we'll see where this all goes."

Gen Con 2024—Lows and Highs, Mostly Highs

 

Greets, Earthlings!

I returned from Gen Con 2024 on Monday and brought home with me a case of COVID. Boo!

But rather than let the last part of a week-long experience define the whole thing, let me take a moment to describe how great the preceding week was.

MCG brings a large staff to Gen Con to set up our dedicated game-room-and-sales-booth just a hallway's width away from the dealer's room. The dedicated room has the benefit of being near a high-traffic area without the downsides of being mid-stream in a high-traffic area. This means customers have more time and mental energy to browse and ask questions. And those playing our games who have a good time can look over their shoulder, see all the goodies, and grab something appealing.

In fact, MCG brought such a large team that my set-up duties were minimal--great job team! Especially to Charles and Tammie Ryan for marshaling and planning the entire thing. So Tuesday night was a breeze, Wednesday's "set-up" even more so, but also included some amazing sales training for those of us assigned booth duty--that was a first, and I learned a lot. Later, I enjoyed the company of other game designers at the Diana Jones Awards. (Maybe that's where I got COVID?)

The rest of the week was a combination of booth time—talking to people who were not feeling the pressure of the constant motion in the dealer's room was awesome—and running games. I ran an adventure I wrote—Ghosts of Iron Saddle (a weird west adventure)—twice, and another adventure—Bake Me Another Body (a Numenera adventure by Sean Reynolds) once.  I love running adventures at conventions—everyone is so happy to be there. (I hope I wasn't a COVID vector for any of them.)

In the way that all things seem to rush by in a twinkling, Gen Con concluded. So we tore down and packed up, and it was time to say our goodbyes to another great tabletop roleplaying game celebration.  

In fact, it's been 5 days since I got back. And today's the day I finally feel "better" (as the CDC's latest guidance uses the term), which means I can return to regular activities (like MCG and my evening Patreon writing), so long as I'm masked in public for the next 5 days. Yay!