Cleaning out the queue

The other day when I took the bus into Atlantic City, I stopped in the bus terminal there, as I sometimes do, to use the restroom. Upon entering, I noticed they had some kind of air-blowing apparatus plugged into the wall and churning away, creating quite a little wind system in the bathroom. I stepped up to the urinal and started taking care of business. At first, it was a little weird, but not uncomfortable, to find that I had quite a bit of wind blowing into my back. Okay, not so bad. Then I realized that I was experiencing the unusual sensation of there being quite a draft where I don't normally feel any drafts. After that, I was displeased to find that, simply speaking, a windstorm of pee-smell was whooshing up the wall in front of me and into my face. So that was unpleasant, and I spent the walk to the casino pondering the fact that I'd started my day in the face of the Rising Wind of Urine. From there, I decided that it sounded like a good D&D module, except that it would probably be spelled The Rising Wind of Eurynn and have a subtitle like "For a party of three to five 4th-6th level adventurers." But that's just how my mind works.

With that, I bring you to another exciting blog update. ( Cut for no other reason except that this is long )

Peace out!