My Eyes Bleed for You

Seriously. They do. It’s Friday. I coulda slept in. Seriously. I was up late running a game. Kicking the tires a bit more on AoO for you. So there. I guess I could say my toe aches for you, but it doesn’t have the same kind of ‘oomph’, does it?

So, here I am, frazzled and brain-dead and ready for the weekend. Today, I pored over some dry material. And I mean really dry material. I’ve sucked down sand in the Sahara that had more moisture than this stuff. Camels would die merely by glimpsing what I have seen today. They would have shriveled up and, well, y’know. I read about buses and street cars and rail lines and that’s the exciting stuff. Then I moved on to Census Records. You want to put yourself into a coma. Go read some of those. Then I played the “find a county map broken down to match the census for the 1920’s”. That’s a hard game to win. In fact, I did not win. I ended up looking at some newer breakdowns of the county and kinda figured where everything was, so I could at least write about it and, hopefully, I’ll find the appropriate sources to give me what I need.

I was going on and on the other day about research and I am a believer in it, but sometimes I wonder if anyone besides myself will care whether or not I researched surnames appropriate to the period. On the plus side, this obsessiveness makes it easy to get into the heads of the antagonists when drafting Cthulhu stuff. I’m getting restless and a bit edgy and I haven’t shaved in over a week. This is what happens when I get supremely focused on the Cthulhu stuff. Hopefully, you guys will dig it on the other side.

And, I’m giving myself permission to wander around here a bit on the RWR, if I am so inclined. Lately, it’s been feeling like more work than it should be, and I don’t want the quality of the posts to suffer (but what do I know, maybe they have already exploded in a miserable fit of dysfunction). This is about evolution and exploration. I need to let myself go a little bit here, otherwise I’m liable to pull a Jack Nicholson from The Shining and start typing All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. And, believe me, nobody wants that.

Until next time, I bid you, dear reader adieu.