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In the news: Lindsay Graham has just been reincarnated as Ben Shapiro’s kid. Truly the isekai we really didn’t need.
Jokes aside, today’s been extremely chill; I was exhausted, but in the best possible way. I was out late last night gallivanting about New Jersey, and I didn’t make it back to Philly until 7 this morning. I can’t disclose many of the finer details here, but I had a wonderful time. At the end, I wanted to do a side quest to Tractor Supply, but unfortunately Tractor Supply opens at 9 AM on Sundays (unbelievable, I know), so I ended up just heading back to Anova. Once the sun had risen, the morning sky was soft and bright, colored in gentle pastels.
Before that I hosted a party, although really it was two parties broken up by the crash of thunder overhead. I made plenty of mac & cheese and grilled up some burgers, I have more than enough leftovers to last the next few days, if not the week. I had to move that food indoors once the rain started coming down: and come down it certainly did. I managed to swim in the rain for a bit though, so that was nice, although even I had to get out and dry off eventually. 100% Worth It™.
We should be getting back to Wolves Upon The Coast today, which I’m very excited for. When last we left off our “heroes” were putting into practice a harebrained scheme to kill off an entire fortress of orcneas through poisoning corpses, and to gaslight the orcs into not seeking revenge on us if we fail (which we probably will) by creating a war cult around the severed head of our fallen MVP Manifredi (which definitely won’t backfire spectacularly).
Until then, given that we’re starting later than usual (even taking into account that we usually play Saturdays) I decided to watch episodes of The Twilight Zone (prod. Rod Serling, 1959-64). “Nervous Man in a Four Dollar Room” (dir. Douglas Heyes, 1960), the third episode of the second season, really spoke to me. It’s a scenario many have found themselves in, arguing with one’s reflection in the mirror, made literal. Also, one of the actors in “Will The Real Martian Please Stand Up” (dir. Montgomery Pittman, 1961) reminds me of Willem Dafoe.
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 