The theme today is bear hunting. I would expect half of you to come back mauled within an inch of your lives, but given that this is the City, it's more likely that half of you will come back in fine fettle except for your minds. "Bad manners." "Unintended curse effects." When I was a young man, you hunted bears because you were a fool or ( Read more... )

This evening, I sat down to work on my novel and found instead that I couldn't concentrate. I thought through things for a moment. Was I hungry? Not really. I had a bite to eat last night. Was I forgetting something? Unlikely, in the face of what I am and the knowledge that yes, I did feed and walk the dog. Had I taken the time to place the ( Read more... )

Voice PostTony's kitchen is a disaster. He can survive on frozen dinners and pizza delivery when he has his body back. I refuse to do the same. There has to be something that resembles real food in this City. What is it about the twentieth century that reduced men to pulling whatever tasted the least foul from a grocer's freezer for their meals ( Read more... )

Could the City at least have had the decency to inundate us all with chess? I feel as though I've been hauled to a family Christmas party and shunted off to a room with the six-year-olds to keep them busy.

[ooc: Backdating to be expected, because this should have gone up hours ago.]

Much better. I prefer an apartment that doesn't reek of hops and neighbors who are not attempting to sing when they can barely string words together. Nothing ruins an appetite as thoroughly as beer on your partner's breath ... and honestly, I could have done without the lederhosen.