I really do find myself happier on days when I don't engage with social media that is specifically curated by algorithms to try to make me angry so it can milk that rage for engagement clicks like it's an ant and I'm an aphid.

Sometimes the road takes you places.

When Will Carroll says “Got time for one more drink?” as you pull up to the Inferno Room and its world-renowned collection of tiki mugs, you say yes.

Indianapolis calls itself The Crossroads Of America but I hear “crossroads” and think midnight deals with the Devil and where you bury a decapitated vampire with a mouth full of garlic. So, feeling pretty comfortable here this weekend.

Have arrived, more or less, at GenCon. Trying to decide whether I hate Ohio or Indiana more right now. West Virginia, you get a pass this time.

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Actively clinging to "I'm going to GenCon in a few days so I have no time" as an excuse not to actually clean my house right now. Pretty sure it's working.

My single most important goal for GenCon this year is to find a way to not stop at that goddamn Wendy's just off the highway in Chillicothe, OH, as I drive out. Because I stop there Every. Goddamn. Year.

Two things I have noticed: I have a much lower tolerance for people whose social media posts or comments make me say "Oh God, not that asshole again." My definition of "that asshole" has gotten much broader over recent months.

It is 7AM and I am sitting in a motel room near the base of the Delaware Memorial Bridge losing a fight with a piece of string cheese. It’s going to be one hell of a day.

All I am saying is that it is a long goddamn drive.

Another Necon complete. What a wonderful time, what wonderful people, where did all the cheese go and where did all these books come from?

Necon is winding down. Out of cheese. Still have scotch.

Am having a delightful time at Necon, and have successfully navigated the cheesescape therein.

I can only assume this is the Albany, NY Dutch Giant version of "Oh crap, I put both socks in the dryer but now there's only the one."

Some thoughts on how boredom in the corridors of power is bad for game writing.... lnkd.in/p/e_wA7Tn3

Just got ghosted by the ghost tour we were supposed to do tonight. I’m pissed off, but on a certain level I have to admit it’s thematically appropriate.

Sometimes social media reminds you that people are exactly who they have always been, and that the person they have always been is not someone you want in your life. In that very small way, it can be useful.

Anyone else getting Terrence and Phillip vibes off that Mitch McConnell pic with that weird oversized mouth?

Considering the vice president's deep personal interest in couches, is it safe to refer to him as a heterosectional?

What kind of deal do you think Mitch cut with someone to get them to take Lindsey Graham first?

Of the many, many questions I am asking myself today, perhaps the most pressing is "Why exactly did I buy a Doobie Brothers Greatest Hits CD this afternoon, and particularly why did I buy Volume 2?"

There are times when you're working on a project and you hit red flag after red flag but you keep pushing until your hand physically seizes up and won't type any more and says YOU HAD tO KEEP GOING DIDN'T YOU? DIDN'T YOU! In other news, I am A)typing this with my off hand and B)done for tonight.

I fired up my XBox last night and it immediately laid off half my game library.

Bought a Bonnie Tyler LP from a thrift story earlier this week. Saddened to hear of her passing the next day. Be right back. Going to go buy some Kid Rock and Ted Nugent LPs.

....the moment when you're scanning the books at a local charity thrift shop and notice something called GETTING HIRED QUICKLY is shelved under "Fiction"....

Currently being earwormed by "Youngstown", which, as far as Bruce Springsteen songs go, is way, way down there on the "catchy" list. And yet, today it resonates. And then there's this line: "When I die, I don't want no part of heaven. I would not do heaven's work well."

Tonight I got to say "Fuck you, Annie Dillard" not once, but twice. It was a very scribbly evening.

I can guarantee that no game writer, ever, has thought, "Gosh, I'm so glad 14 different levels of authority have to sign off on these barks."

“We have fourteen layers of management” But it’s dev salaries that are the problem. Got it.