Because everyone’s been positively dying to know, here are my D&D stats.
Str: 7
Int: 13
Wis: 11
Dex: 5
Con: 6
Chr: 14
I’ll let the gamer-geeks in the audience determine what this all means, if anything…

Because everyone’s been positively dying to know, here are my D&D stats.
Str: 7
Int: 13
Wis: 11
Dex: 5
Con: 6
Chr: 14
I’ll let the gamer-geeks in the audience determine what this all means, if anything…
Just a few tidbits, really.
Huzzah! Now that it’s May, I can buy shares again!
Confused? Just take a look at what this website is worth.
Now I just need to figure out how we can drive up the value of Mari’s thingie so I can buy shares in it…
All kinds of folk are dropping by our place lately. Just yesterday, my “long-lost” cousin Angela brought her husband and one of her children to visit with Wendi for a while. I’m told everyone had a nice time, and Angie wants my help writing a book about her early life. Too bad I don’t remember much from those days…
Last night Geoffrey came over for a couple hours’ worth of gamer-geek fun, starring aliens and predators. I will say this: The Marines in AvP2 get some really nifty hardware. The Aliens hide very, very well. The Predators… well, I haven’t tried them very much yet. I’ll find out and get back to you, if you’re really curious.
Tonight, Mari’s due over for a couple hours of Cowboy Bebop so she knows what’s going on before seeing the movie. She’ll meet Spike, Jet, Ein and Faye, but sadly not Edward. Such is life. She’ll at least be ready for the movie on Sunday.
I think I like being host to friends and family. Yeah. So who wants to come over next?
Doesn’t this sound like a nice place to spend one’s afterlife…
Sixth Level of Hell – The City of Dis
You approach Satan’s wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell.
The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell – The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 – Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Moderate |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very High |
| Level 6 – The City of Dis (Heretics) | Extreme |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | High |
| Level 9 – Cocytus (Treacherous) | High |
Take the Dante’s Inferno Hell Test
Thanks (?) to Mari for leading us to eternal suffering…
We almost didn’t have a babysitter, but in the end things worked out so Wendi and I could go on our “dinner and a movie” date.
Dinner was Chang’s, but before we went to the restaurant I suggested stopping in at Jantzen Beach “mall” (boy, has that place dried up) to track down the game-trading store that Qwest’s website insisted was present. Nope, but there’s a very neat hobby store that Wendi and I strolled through very, very slowly… yum.
After we gorged ourselves at Chang’s (again, yum) we decided that since neither of us had any better ideas we’d just head for the theater and see what we could find. Of the three movies Wendi wanted to see, the only one I found appealing was Bulletproof Monk.
Here’s the short review, since it’s not worth the full treatment: Overall a light, fun little movie, doesn’t take itself too seriously, but plays it straight and cool except for the really campy bits (mainly anything involving the Nazis), but when it’s over you’ve had a good time. This one’s a rental, not one to own.
I’ll close with a silly phrase I came up with while wandering around Jantzen Beach “Mall.”
Much like there is no ‘I’ in ‘team,’ there is also no ‘Y’ in ‘love.’
Pithy, wot?