Ah. Cat out of bag.

Now that she's blogged about it herself, on behalf of the blogosphere let me one of the first to congratulate Rivka on her upcoming blessed event. Being Rivka, she's written something interesting on pregnancy and expectations; and, for the record, surely I didn't use the actual word 'jerk'. I think.

Ach, well. Now comes the time to plot how to corrupt the young otter to the Dark Side... no, not Republicanism: roleplaying games. GURPS, Unknown Armies, AD&D, Castle Falkenstein, Paranoia, Feng Shui, In Nomine - oh, yes, indeed - L5R, 7th Sea, Delta Green, perhaps even Hackmaster; I rub my hands with glee. Glee*!

Moe

*As you might have guessed, the poor woman was a gaming widow in the past, and may end up being one again in the future; her Significant Otter was in my last campaign... right, I'm game geeking and nobody cares.

Comments

[Anarch]

right, I'm game geeking and nobody cares.

I do! :)

[And I'll bet I'm not alone, either...]

[Rivka]

C'mon, Moe, you're way behind. Of course my Significant Otter has already been out there buying the baby a plushy, cuddly d20. ("But Rivka, it's educational!") Bad habits begin in the cradle.

Of course, I'm doing my own part to define the right path - Baby's First Science Fiction Convention is coming up this weekend. The question is not, "will our baby be a geek?" It's "which flavor of geek will our baby be?"

[Jennifer]

I care about the gaming geekiness.

[Moe Lane]

Yes, Jennifer, but you have ulterior motives*. :)

Moe

*Although, before you ask... I can't go back to the List; I never left it.

I say no more on this.