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12/20/2002 Archived Entry: "Quiet time and morning linkies"

Mellow morning today after my usual late-Thursday gaming night. It's a lot of fun and the folks I play with usually get along (though we tend to not get a whole lot accomplished sometimes). A quick run-down on the night:

• Being that I missed last week, they told we what happened (was basically getting our butts out of an undergroung lair)
  
• Ran into the biggest jerkwad mercenary, then had some difficulty with the GM and other players when this didn't turn out the best and I, a low-level sorceror, took it upon myself myself to insult the intelligence of the big-ass warrior. I felt this was exactly what the half-elf would do, and the ranger (who usually loves picking a fight) didn't appreciate it much. The other big fighter in our group, the barbarian, didn't mind so much. I have a feeling we could have had some good killin'.
  
• We searched the village after this jerkwad and his friends left but found nothing.
  
• That was about it.
  

We didn't accomplish much, which is not unusual. It's a tender balance between acting bravely and quickly (but possibly dying quicker because of it) and doing more roleplaying and taking things painfully slowly, staying alive, and not getting a whole lot accomplished. I tend to think we are erring on the side of going too slowly these days.

Quick linkies:
You (canadians, over 18, who have one of a specific sets of illness) can now order pot over the web.
If the BC RCMP harass you for it, contact these folks.
Then discuss this online here so that maybe the US will open their eyes a little about their archaic drug policies.
After all, some pretty famous Canadians did pretty well in the US, whether they smoke(d) pot or not.
....but do pot smokers still have the facilities to use their brains to the fullest?