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Just got back from Wild Sweet Orange at this year’s first Waterfront Wednesday, read some Artemis Fowl with the boys, snuck some ice cream and tucked them in, all before Jenn got back from Book Club.

Roll 1d6. Remain silent for that number of minutes. Gary Gygax is making the to voyage to Valhalla.

If you are a nerd who listens to dad music on public radio in Louisville, Kentucky, then you might want to consume the WFPK playlist as an RSS feed.

I don’t know how you figured ‘Samhain’ was pronounced ‘Sow-En,’ or why you like wearing kilts, and jumping over bonfires, and setting places at the dinner table for dead people.  But it’s no weirder than most religions.  I mean, I grew up with one that encourages you to imagine drinking blood and eating human flesh.  […]

As if you didn’t already know. It turns out that deep down I’m an anarchist. Maybe I should get a black armband or something.