thebitterguy

So, last night after we went to see Is There Anybody There? at the TIFF (a roller coaster of a film, sort of a coming of age film about a death obsessed boy living in an old age home), Cynra decided we needed to fill up her Civic before gas jumped up.

I'd like to take a moment to offer my best wishes to everyone living in Texas, because apparently the state was ripped whole from the continental shelf by Godzilla, because a thirteen cent jump in gas prices? Is there anyone I can nail up to a wall right fucking now about this?

Anyway, we got in line at the local Petro Canada, and I got to a pump just as they ran out of gas. So, fine I figure, I'll just go to the other PC in town. They'd be fine, located far off the highway!

Plus, it turns out they'd figured out a way to control the crowds: They'd already raised their prices. Feh.

Anyway, tonight is The Dungeon Masters (as bad as robin_d_laws thinks? Christ, I hope not).

In good news, I've found a set of figures for my Superman vs the Klan campaign, should I ever run it.

Note to self: Listen to Clan of the Firey Cross.