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The Life and Times of the Crown Prince of Losers

3/4/08 09:10 pm - Gary Gygax, Dungeons & Dragons creator, dies

MILWAUKEE, Wisconsin (AP) -- Gary Gygax, who co-created the fantasy game Dungeons & Dragons and helped start the role-playing phenomenon, died Tuesday morning at his home in Lake Geneva. He was 69.

He had been suffering from health problems for several years, including an abdominal aneurysm, said his wife, Gail Gygax.

Gygax and Dave Arneson developed Dungeons & Dragons in 1974 using medieval characters and mythical creatures. The game known for its oddly shaped dice became a hit, particularly among teenage boys, and eventually was turned into video games, books and movies.

Gygax always enjoyed hearing from the game's legion of devoted fans, many of whom would stop by the family's home in Lake Geneva, about 55 miles southwest of Milwaukee, his wife said. Despite his declining health, he hosted weekly games of Dungeons & Dragons as recently as January, she said. (Proof that Gygax was badass enough that he deserved to invent D&D!)

"It really meant a lot to him to hear from people from over the years about how he helped them become a doctor, a lawyer, a policeman, what he gave them," Gygax said. "He really enjoyed that."

Dungeons & Dragons players create fictional characters and carry out their adventures with the help of complicated rules. The quintessential geek pastime, it spawned a wealth of copycat games and later inspired a whole genre of computer games that's still growing in popularity.

Funeral arrangements are pending. Besides his wife, Gygax is survived by six children.

1/28/08 06:15 pm - Jim's funeral -- details and notes

(I am contacting all the people I can, but I don't know everybody or have everybody's phone numbers, so feel free to repost this and get in touch with people to get the word out.)

Freddie and I stopped by to see Carol (Jim's mother) last night. She wanted to let his friends know that they are welcome to attend the funeral (as well as the viewing and luncheon) and that she very much wants to meet his friends. (Jim did a lot to compartmentalize his life, and she wants to know more about him.) In other words, don't be afraid that you'll be out of place or that you might be unwelcome at the funeral.

Here's the obituary with the details:

FLEMING
JAMES W., age 33, suddenly on January 25, 2008. Beloved son of Carol O'Neill and James W. Fleming. Loving brother of Heather Fleming McGorry (Shaun). Sadly missed by his grandmothers Helen O'Neill and Dolores Fleming; his aunt, Sr. Regina O'Neill, O.S.F.; his aunts, uncles and cousins. Relatives and friends are invited to his Viewing Wed. 8:30 A.M. and Funeral Mass 10 A.M. at Sacred Heart of Jesus Church, 3rd and Reed Sts. Int. Holy Cross Cem. In lieu of flowers the family requests donations in James' memory may be made to Archbishop Ryan High School Scholarship Fund, 11201 Academy Rd., Phila. PA 19154. MURPHY-RUFFENACH FUNERAL HOME.

5/14/07 06:59 pm - Roleplaying... Genius!

Not long before I went into the Army, I wanted to run a true old school classic D&D game using only the material found in the little brown books, the original Greyhawk, Blackmoor, Eldritch Wizardry and Gods, Demigods, and Heroes supplements, and whatever supplements and monsters from the early issues of Dragon that I deemed appropriate. It was to have been a truly classic campaign devoid of any semblance of consistency or "realism", with a game world inspired by prog rock, Frazetta paintings, the world of J.R.R. Tolkien as filtered through Ralph Bakshi psychedelia (natch), and (of course) Conan. Any and all flaws in the logic of the game world would have been intentionally.

Then, when I was getting out of the Army, I bounced around the idea of running a game of Metamorphosis Alpha, because not only do I own a copy (which is the gem of my collection, if not the rarest item in it) but I own a duplicate copy complete with a wraparound color cover. And that will happen one day. I swear it, as my love for Metamorphosis Alpha/Gamme World is legendary. I mean, who doesn't love Cougaroids, giant marauding termites, dog people who find human hands to be a delicacy, and black ray rifles.

I may have found something even better... Critical Encounter!!!

Read about the greatest role play game ever written. With <i>true scientific realism</i>! )

4/3/07 05:29 am - WHOAH! WHAT A WAY TO DIE!!

When Peter was in Philly, I discovered this lovely little site: Garage Hangover. I ended up staying up all night basking in its awesomeness. I mean, where else are you going to find stuff by Indonesia's forgotten pop goddess Pattie Bersaudara or so much vintage Japanese psychedelia?

Plus, as a bonus, you can listen to the punk classic What A Way To Die by The Pleasure Seekers -- one of my all-time favorites. I mean, listen to it while keeping in mind that it was released in 1966. Imagine what that would have done to your brain if you were a teen who happened to stumple upon that at your local record store! Your life would have never been the same again. Hell, your life couldn't have ever been the same again!

Unfortunately, the sound quality on most of the mp3s sucks. But to be fair, the sound quality probably wasn't much better on the records they were recorded from, so it's not that big a loss.

On the other hand, for those of you who prefer obscure soul to garage, head on over to Funky 16 Corners. The sound quality on the tracks there is better, but you'll spend more time wading through angst to find the good stuff, because the writer has the tendency to whine on his blog and it's not laid out as neatly as Garage Hangover. Still, if you have the time, it's definitely worth a visit.

3/16/07 02:44 am - It's not weasels in the bags...


wh00t!@!!1!!


OK. I lied. It is weasels in the bags!

I made this 'cause there weren't enough fliers for Fred's art show, and there weren't enough fliers with WEASELS.

(Just wait and see what I have for the next one! If I can find it.)

3/11/07 10:00 am - What? What the hell are you doing with a bunch of rabid weasels?


Rabid Weasels


Yeah. I was taking a break from more pressing matters, and I decided to make an electronic flier for Freddie's art show. This is the result. (While I'm not expecting it to actually get used, feel free to use it, Fred. Or, if anything has to be changed, let me know. It should be easy.) Bonus points if you can name the movie this post's title comes from.

2/28/07 12:34 am - Best Song Ever?

I Want My Baby Back
Jimmy Cross

I want my baby back
Gotta have my baby back
I miss her oh so much
Can't live without her touch.

(Sound of digging.)

I don't hardly know where to begin. I remember we were cruising home from the Beatles concert. I'd had such a wonderful evening sittin' there, watchin' my baby screamin' and tearin' her hair out and carryin' on. She was so fulla life...

then.

Well, we were about three miles from home, when all of a sudden it started to rain -- and I do mean rain. I couldn't hardly see nothin'! Well, we kept drivin' for about another mile, when all of a sudden I see this stalled car right smack in front of me! Well, I wadn't about to slam on the brakes, 'cause I didn't have none to start with. So I swerved to the left, and what do I see? Some mush-head, on a motorsickle, headin' right at us! And I knew at last, me and my baaaby were about to meet the leader of the...

(Extensive crash noises, with random rebel yell thrown in for good measure.)

pack.

Well, when I come to, I looked around, and there was the leader, and there was the pack, and over there was myyy baby...

...and over there was my baby...

...and waaaaaaay over there was my baby.

I want my baby back
Gotta have my baby back
I miss her oh so much
Can't live without her touch

(Sound of digging. A church organ plays.)

It's been many months now since that fateful night, and you know something? I have tried. Believe me, I have tried, but I just can't make it without my baby. So, I decided I'm gonna have her back one way or another! Oh, baby, I diiig you so much.

(Crying maniacal laugh. Sound of digging. Sound of shovel hitting coffin.)

Hot dang! Pay dirt!

(Sound of shovel hitting ground. Coffin hinges creak. Sound of man climbing into coffin. Hinges creak again and lid slams closed.)

(From inside coffin:)


I got my baby back
Now I got my baby back
I love her oh so much
Can't live without her touch

Yep. Necrophilia in a pop novelty record, in 1964. This bizarre gem can best be understood as a rather brilliant response to the "teen tragedy" songs of the late '50s and early '60s, which it deconstructs by taking the theme of those songs to its logical (and hilarious) conclusion. I particularly like the pun "motorsickle".

2/6/07 10:00 pm - Pan's Labyrinth

See it.

That is all.

1/7/07 03:55 am - I've seen God...

...and his name is Robert Rodriguez.


Rose McGowan with M16-Leg Action!


Planet Terror. Can words describe the awesomeness of a zombie movie, in the style of a '70s exploitation flick, with Rose McGowan with an M16 in place of her right leg?

12/24/06 01:45 am - cHriStMaS tRanSmisSiON:



Xmas Tree in a Living Room, Levittown, NY, 1963 - Diane Arbus




MERRY CHRISTMAS


Fairytale of New York

The Pogues


It was Christmas Eve, babe

In the drunk tank

An old man said to me

"Won't see another one"

And then he sang a song

"The Rare Old Mountain Dew"

I turned my face away

And dreamed about you



Got on a lucky one

Came in eighteen to one

I got a feelin'

This year's for me and you

So happy Christmas

I love you baby

I can see a better time

When all our dreams come true...



They got cars big as bars

They got rivers of gold

But the wind goes right through you

It's no place for the old

When you first took my hand

On a cold Christmas Eve

You promised me Broadway was waiting for me



You were handsome


You were pretty

Queen of New York City

When the band finished playing

They howled out for more

Sinatra was swingin'

All the drunks they were singin'

We kissed on the corner

Then danced through the night




The boys of the NYPD Choir

Were singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells were ringin' out

For Christmas Day




You're a bum

You're a punk


You're an old slut on junk

Lyin' there almost dead

On a drip in that bed

You scumbag

You maggot

You cheap lousy faggot

'Happy Christmas' your arse

I pray God it's our last




The boys of the NYPD Choir

Still singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells are ringin' out

For Christmas Day




I could have been someone

Well so could anyone

You took my dreams from me

When I first found you


I kept them with me babe

And put them with my own

Can't make it out alone

I built my dreams around you



The boys of the NYPD Choir

Still singing "Galway Bay"

And the bells are ringin' out

For Christmas Day


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