In which I muse about the forgetfulness of my youth compared to today, and cooking shows.
In which I seem to be able to derive some conscious analysis from the very ether, thus producing some sort of zero-energy raving.
In which I express joy and befuddlement at the exchange of data and story.
In which I fight back against the forces of sleep by talking about the places of NPCs in RPGs, as well as games on my mind.
In which I discuss different facets of my character expressions in RPG, particularly three forms of the joker/asshat.