Now this is just lame.

I'm feeling incredibly guilty about what our Delta Green team did to set up the kid we were sure had summoned a byakhee to murder three people.

Partially it's the fact that Steve is an excellent DM, and really makes us believe in his NPCs; and partially it's the fact that the kid is the kind of studious, picked-on nerd that me and all my friends were, so there's a lot of fellow-feeling; and partially it's that we're starting to suspect we're, not exactly wrong as the cell leader found a century-old archaeological journal that mentions byakhee in the kid's bedroom, but that he is not doing this consciously or that maybe someone else in the house is the actual perpetrator, so we may have just completely fucked up his life With Prejudice without cause.

But it's an RPG, for fuck's sake!

At least I'm not alone. Nick and John confessed to feeling pretty low about the whole business, too. But still.

*bouncebounce!*

Cold wet dreary day; went out to lunch with sweh, who then bought me the DVD with all the Duran Duran videos. Whee!

Edit: I lied, it doesn't have all of them; Night Boat, I know for sure, was on their first (VHS-only, AFAIK) collection of videos. But it's got most of 'em anyways.

More is not more.

I'd be paying a fuckload more attention to the hockey playoffs if the NHL web site wasn't such a steaming pile of unreadable shit. (It does look like the Leafs and the Bruins are doing moderately well; good.)

That is all.