Happy Bard’s Day!

Today is traditionally observed as the date when William Shakespeare was born, and died. We’ll be celebrating the occasion fittingly by attending a performance of Twelfth Night at the Curio Theatre in Philadelphia. It’s a steampunk-themed interpretation, and pre-production photos are available here.

What are you doing to observe Bard’s Day, or World Book and Copyright Day, or St. George’s Day, or, y’know, Friday?

Rip Van Winkle

A few days before Christmas and I’ve just started looking at indie RPG sites again. I feel like I’m waking up after a long hibernation. My eyes still sting at the light of day, but I glimpse int blurry wonderment that the world still exists outside the frigid cave where I’ve been sleeping.

What have I missed?

Where has the summer gone?

It can’t be August 12 already, can it? I packed up a bunch of Serial Homicide Unit and sent them off to GenCon with Michele. I hope everyone has a great con. Last year I was happy to get away from the stress of the big GenCon trip. This year I’m missing the opportunity to see everybody.

My summer’s been pretty quiet since DEXCON. Did some swimming. Watched some movies. Celebrated birthdays, anniversaries, and baby showers. Did some last-minute layout for Mr. Edwards. Worked. Saw a Shakespeare play (Antony and Cleopatra) I had never seen before.

How has your summer been going?

Tradition!

My Pappy–my father’s father–passed away in 1998. I think about him now and then, but not too often recently. He worked at a slate quarry and lived on a few acres out in the country with two ponds (big enough to swim in) he had built himself. Last night I remembered that for many years he also raised minnows in those ponds, and sold them to passing fishermen as live bait.

My dad loves woodworking. Before he got sick, he’d make wooden toys and trivets and wooden flowers. He’d sell them at consignment shops, craft shows, and the like. He was working full-time and overtime at the airport during those same years.

We never discussed it–we Millers are men of few words. I never realized before that my game publishing has precedent in my family: Working a full-time job to support one’s life and family while also making a bit of money by pursuing one’s passion on the side. It is an insanely happy realization and left me with a smile on my face all day.

Just a memory I wanted to save

It was cool this morning when I took my walk. The east was still orange with sunrise, and a flock of Canadian geese flew overhead. They were low enough that in between their joyous honks, I could hear their feathers slicing through the morning breeze. It sounded like a whisper of profound secrets in a foreign tongue.

It’s GenCon Travel Day! … For Other People.

It’s the Wednesday before GenCon. For the past nine years, that has meant planning and packing and driving (and driving and driving) and hauling and rush, rush, rush! But this year we’re not going. It’s the first time since 1998 (ack! Last century!) that we’ll be reading about the big show as bystanders. I’ll miss seeing everyone, but only a little. GenCon is a heck of a lot of hassle for all its razzle-dazzle. For the most part, I’ve been relishing the fact of not having to deal with all that.

Plus, I’ve gotten to focus on some priorities nearer and dearer. For instance, teaching Dalys to drive. We’ve been working on it a few hours a week since late winter and she passed her test yesterday! I was a bundle of nerves as soon as she pulled away with the examiner, but she came back and gave me a big thumbs-up!

We’ve also been re-arranging our house in preparation to get back into foster care. I’m kind of excited to be looking after kids again. Never thought I’d say that, but it’s true.

So, my fellow non-GenCon attendees who are still reading LJ, how’s your summer?