The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

750 written, leashed and awaiting release, Mr D!

I must be frank, the idea of the 1-2-3 doesn't really ring many chimes at this end. Maybe...
My issue with second person is that I don't like the narrator telling me what I'm feeling.
I'd have to check my library; I think I did actually wrote one or two stories from second person before I dropped that viewpoint.

RD
 
Same here. 2nd person doesn't appeal to me at all.
Second person is hard, especially if you've never done anything like D&D. I do remember several Night Gallery episodes (or was it Twilight Zone?) that were narrated in second person which added a feeling of Ewww to the story.

"You picked up the club Mister Larson, didn't you? You waited for your wife to sit down to dinner and you came up behind her, isn't that right Mister Larson? It was all going according to your plan, but you didn't expect your wife to have a lover, did you Mister Larson?"

Second person can be so bleak! (I'm going to use this if you don't mind :devilish:)
 
And you're right, I never did D&D. Oh... take that back. Tried it once on a Teletype 33, connected to the DEC System 10 in the computer lab at school. That was fifty years ago.

It seemed a little dry to me. My circle of friends at the time weren't computer types, anyway. We played mostly Monopoly, Risk, and Rail Baron, which had just come out.
 
My circle of friends at the time weren't computer types, anyway. We played mostly Monopoly, Risk, and Rail Baron, which had just come out.
Let's see, fifty years ago I was playing a LOT of Risk, young airmen and soldiers loved that game and we'd have marathon games in the dorm that would go all weekend. There was a railroad game that we played and we were told it was created by Cornelius Vanderbilt to teach his employees how to ruthlessly run a railroad, I just remember that there was no board, you just needed a chalkboard to mark up the progress of the game.

But the big game by far was double deck Pinochle. We would play that all day long if there was no flying. The game usually started with the Assistant NCOIC of Weapons Loading shuffling a pair of decks asking "Game of nucks?" and before you know it, 7 hours were gone. I remember games that included a squadron officers, and officers NEVER play cards with enlisted unless you challenge their manhood and claim they weren't smart enough to bid double aces around.

These guys were ruthless. If you couldn't properly bid your meld, you were considered an ignorant putz and were demoted to sit with the one stripe airmen playing spades.
 
Hmm... I'm surprised so many of the old guard played D&Ds or other online games - is that what's being discussed? I watched my friends kids playing a game, where their characters were walking down a street shooting everything that moved, including old ladies and kids, their blood splattering the sidewalk. Their Mum didn't seem to worry. I thought it was fucking horrendous.
I have no interest in them, but that's just me. :)
 
Back home from surgery. I’ve got a nerve block that should last two more days so only light pain so far. Already can do one pt exercise I couldn’t do yesterday. Standing up from sitting is still a challenge, but that’s what walker/cane/furniture/family is for
 
Heal soon!
Back home from surgery. I’ve got a nerve block that should last two more days so only light pain so far. Already can do one pt exercise I couldn’t do yesterday. Standing up from sitting is still a challenge, but that’s what walker/cane/furniture/family is for
 
I'm having a hard time accepting that my father uses a cane these days. I remember when I first came to live with them, going with him and buying hay. Which filled the bed of the pickup, almost to the top of the crew-cab of his 1990 F-15. It was all tied down with rope; he didn't have to load it, but he unloaded it. I watched as he moved the few bales that were left, then stacked the new ones as high as he was tall. Then the next row on the bale lower, the rest in front of that, and put the old bales on top. About that time, I believed he was about the strongest old man I'd ever seen. He'd turned 44 right after I moved in with them, and I turned 14. Now he is an old man, and I worry about him all the time. But he seems healthy, has arthritis, and neuropathy. But the strong-as-an-ox feller who raised me has shrunken just a mite.
Back home from surgery. I’ve got a nerve block that should last two more days so only light pain so far. Already can do one pt exercise I couldn’t do yesterday. Standing up from sitting is still a challenge, but that’s what walker/cane/furniture/family is for
 
Millie, I resemble that remark. I'm finding myself surprised by what I can't do, even from just a couple of years ago. As one of my FCs, a physical therapist, recently said to the MMC, "Old age apparently sucks. ... Don't get old on me, will ya?"
 
I long ago joined the ranks of those whose list of things they can no longer do greatly exceeds the list of things they can.
 
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