The Gaming Outpost

This, if I have counted aright, is the one thousandth installment of the Blogless Lepolt.  The first, I was not going to do this, appeared on the old system on December 5th, 2005, and for a time it ran daily and included a lot more trivia about my life.  Eventually it cut back to appearing on days when something was published somewhere or significant progress was made on something, which has meant at least twice a week for the past couple years in connection with the temporal anomalies Examiner series.

That series itself has reached two hundred eight articles with the addition of today’s A Sound of Thunder part 6:  climate, finding more trouble with the movie version of that story in the question of whether killing one butterfly in the cretaceous era really could have enough impact to overcome all the factors involved in making the temperate zone, well, temperate instead of tropical.

I spent much of today split between followup on an injured member of the household and preparation for the weekend wedding.  A fall on the deck Tuesday afternoon resulted in nearly incapacitating pain and a trip to the emergency room (I drove, and waited), then a required followup visit on Wednesday afternoon with the family physician, who was shocked that the hospital did not do a rib series along with the chest X-ray, given that the question was whether the ribs were fractured.  Thus early this afternoon we were back at the hospital to get said X-ray, only to find that some aspect of the insurance paperwork had not yet gotten through the system so we had to wait while that was managed.  At this point am seeking to reach my pillow sooner rather than later, and it’s already later.  But we do what we can.

Tonight’s rehearsal was productive in an odd way.  The guitarist for the church group lost his dog of umpteen years (the animal vanished a few days ago and has not reappeared) and was too distraught to come; the guitarist for Collision was occupied in preparations for his own weekend plans; the drummer was caught in traffic and did not make it.  But the piano player and I got through our church material quickly and put some work into the Collision material, so that was time well spent for that.

Finally, I am reading through Eric Ashley’s spate of contributions to the articles here, and want to be certain to mention them.

• Practise Bits:  Bedtime Story is more about telling a fable within the context of a larger story, and well told.
• Practise Bits:  Fleeing left me behind at one point, and I had to go back and figure out where; I’m still uncertain what was pursuing, although there was an interestingly magical flavor to it all despite the mundanities of the setting.
• Practise Bits:  Men tells the tale of a verser commanding indigenous troops and learning war from experience.
• Practise Bits:  Ecology rounds out his prolificacy and is easily the best of the batch.  There’s a lot happening in it.

So we finish our first thousand posts.  More to come, Lord willing.

–M. J. Young