50,000 Monkeys at 50,000 Typewriters Can't Be Wrong
After my sister’s wedding, our two families gathered on the beach where Amy and Andrew were married and threw flowers from the bouquets and reception into the ocean, as a memorial for our family members who aren’t with us any longer, and couldn’t be there to witness the ceremony.
It’s been a tough year for my dad. He’s lost a lot of people from his family who he loved very much.
With these pictures, I hope to remember my dad as he remembered them.
My printer shipped a limited number of The Happiest Days of Our Lives to me earlier this year, so I could take them with me to the various conventions I appeared at over the Summer.
The remainder of the first printing arrived about twenty minutes ago, and it’s quite fitting that I feel the way I did in this picture:
On the way home from school today, Nolan said, "I think D&D Girl likes me."
"Oh?" I said, "Really?"
"Yeah," he said, "I think it’s because I cast a level three Charm spell on her."
There are few things more joyous for a parent than seeing yourself reflected back at you in your children, and these precious moments make all the sacrifices and challenges worthwhile.
My sister got married this weekend, and after the wedding, our two families gathered on the
beach where they were married, and threw flowers from the bouquets into
the ocean, as a memorial for our family members who aren’t with us any
longer, and couldn’t be there to witness the ceremony.
I threw in a flower for my Aunt Val, who I miss more than anyone.
I just came across some video of my PAX keynote:
This is me talking about the first time I played NES, with my brother, in a department store. It contains what is probably my favorite line of the entire keynote.
I watched a lot of video from PAX while I was supposed to be working on my GiR today (which actually makes sense, and fits this week’s column) and was viscerally reminded of how much fun I had there. If you can only attend one convention a year, make it PAX. Trust me.