March 5th, 2008 by cybrpunk
I just found out from Yoshi that the legendary Gary Gygax died today (yesterday here in Hong Kong) at the age of 69. If you’re not familiar with the name, you may have heard of Dungeons & Dragons that Gary helped to create. Gary was also the co-founder of the now defunct TSR that was bought by Wizards of the Coast quite a few years ago. More information on Gary Gygax can be found on his Wikipedia page.
I got into the original Dungeons & Dragons when I was little, back before there even was an Advanced version with multiple hardcover manuals. I’ve practically grown up seeing Gary’s name on one book or game or another all my life till I had to basically give up role-playing as I got older and had less time to devote to it. Video games helped with that too.
It seems that a lot of famous people have been dying lately (Jeff Healey only a few days ago) but that’s not really accurate. Famous people die all the time, it’s just that I’ve reached an age where the people who made a difference in my life are getting older and dying so I take more notice. That’s one of the problems with getting older: the older you get, the more people die during your lifetime. And eventually you and I will be that dead person who made a difference in someone else’s life and hopefully some people will take notice of our passing.
Rest in peace Gary.
March 5th, 2008 by cybrpunk
Yay! I am so happy. When my site crashed a while back after my attempt at a “creative upgrade”, I lost some of my old databases from the old cybrpunk.com version 2.0 site. Luckily I still had a backup though and I just found it today. They are once again imported and that includes my old jokes database.
So now, when I run out of things to say, or just need to take a break from writing for the day, I can dip into that shallow well. Like today.
This guy was lonely and depressed so he decided life would be more fun if he had a pet. The man went to the pet store and told the owner that he wanted to buy a unique and unusual animal to be his companion.
After some discussion, the owner brought out a little white box that he said contained a talking centipede. The man, although skeptical, took the box back home, found a good location for his purchase, and decided he would start off by taking his new pet to the bar to have a drink.
He asked the centipede in the box, “Would you like to go to the bar with me and have a beer?”
The man waited but there was no answer from his new pet. This bothered him a bit, but he waited a few minutes thinking his new pet might be shy, and then asked him again, “How about going to the bar and having a drink with me?”
But once again, there was no answer. The man was starting to feel ripped off so after a few more minutes he tried again. Only this time he put his face up against the centipede’s house and shouted, ”Hey, in there! Would you like to go to the bar and have a drink with me?”
Finally, a little voice came out of the box, “Jesus Christ man, I heard you the first time! I’m putting on my damn shoes.”
