Trisar

Wow, been nearly a year since my last journal entry. Still haven't gotten around to finishing up a proper story for Trisar's and Alvea's adventure in Felarya. I've been bitten by the Advanced Dugneons and Dragons bug! Don't cure me, please. I like it.

Happy Holidays! Bright futures! Good... oh, to hell with it. Merry Christmas! I hate political correctness. I know a Hindu who will smile and say without a single reservation "Merry Christmas," so what's the problem with everyone else? You know what? All you people who have problems with someone saying "Merry Christmas," I have just one thing to say to you. Here's your sign.

I just got done wrestling with DA on submitting my very first two entries EVER to here. Does this mean I'm not a lurker anymore? ... I hope not. I like lurking. Anyway, the submission process pretty well kicked me around until I got it figured out. But until I reached that critical juncture, it felt like I was fighting seven computers in StarCraft. Alone. With nothing but bunkers full of marines. And they're all Protoss. With CARRIERS. Then somehow I got a nuke and wasted 'em. Go me. I'm going to go collapse now. Or make some tea and kill computers on StarCraft. I haven't decided yet. I was going to put Alvea's collage and bio up tonight