Puss in Boots

Of Boots:
I have new boots. They are green leather. They are fuzzy inside, all soft and warm. And best of all, they don't have holes in the soles so when I walk through puddles, my feet remain dry! This kitten will therefore be less of a Soaked Kitten then usual. Huzzah for Christmas money! Huzzah for after Christmas sales! Huzzah for dry feet!!!

Of Books:
Ron got me "book one" to three different series for Christmas, having failed to find any of the (admittedly semi-obscure or newly released) books on my wish list. I have not managed to read book one of the Dragonlance Chronicles through yet. I find I have to be in the right mood. It is very funny, fulfilling all the D&D cliches. But all the cliche gets old quickly, so I can only take it in small doses.

I therefore moved on to The Black Magician Trilogy and have now read all three. They were very addictive and quite good. This too falls into some classic fantasy genre cliches (do all fantasy cities have to have a highly organized Thieve's Guild?! And I do sometimes tire of magic being something only the special few can do; it can be more interesting when it is something anyone can put in the hard work to learn) but after Dragonlance it felt quite fresh and original. The trilogy seems to hover on the brink of being young adult yet has the heft of adult fantasy novels. I could rant about one aspect of the ending, but that would be a spoiler so I'll refrain. If you're curious feel free to email me about it.

Ranting:
Yesterday GUGS started back up after the winter break. It was going to be our first game in several weeks, and since we'd left at a cliff-hanger I'd been looking forward to it. Unfortunately, my GM got turned away at the door. Though clearly at least mid-twenties, he was refused entry because he didn't have sufficient proof that he was over 18. He had multiple people from the club willing to sign him in, but to no avail. If he'd come an hour earlier there would have been no restriction, but though it was still several hours before people would start showing up for the drinking and dancing, and although he was clearly being signed in to go to the gaming society, not to Revolution, they wouldn't budge. Sigh. It's always a grab bag of who's at the desk when people show up; they all interpret the rules differently. Someone else was turned away and simply came back a half hour later when the shift had changed and then got in! Sigh. So, no game for me this week.