You down with D&D? (Thou doth know me)
March 18, 2008
Being shaken out of a blogging rut is good, but the reason is tragic. No one has (to my knowledge) mentioned the recent passing of Gary Gygax. Raised as an only child by a mother who worked long hours, Gary’s creations constantly kept me occupied and kept me from causing trouble in a neighborhood where that was way too easy. The Monster Manual was my babysitter. The reason why I know Konqi has a chlorine gas attack.
Even today, whether playing MMORGs or cracking jokes about “failing a saving throw vs hang overs”, his influence is still felt. Recently some guy was wearing a a ridiculous set of pantaloons out one night. Why? Only God and his hairdresser know. But if that weren’t enough he was shooting off his mouth (apparently trying to distract people from his get-up). When he came too close for comfort, what was my buddies’ response: “Who are you….the bard?” Silence. Then laughter. Then embarassment. Without Gary (I’ll give Shakespeare some credit here too), would a bard joke have been possible? Hell no. The world is a better place with bard jokes. Thanks for everything Gary.