Yeah, it’s kind of catching up again. The good news is that much fun is being had and that the writing continues in one form or another. I think I’m finally ready to put a foot forward and continue work on The Many Labors of Bob, my novel in progress. And I think I have a plan to keep me on track. It’s a rather bold and different plan, but I have a fair amount of confidence that it will work.

The current video game du jour has been DC Universe which I’ve been playing a lot lately – strictly for professional reasons (riiiiiight). It’s brought me back to my City of Heroes days in a good way. CoH had many, many problems, one of which was constant updating and nerfing. DC seems stable, fun and, more importantly, not wholly dependent on playing in teams. I’m progressing rather well by myself and playing in groups has been fun. For those of you following HeyPoorPlayer, I’ll be putting up my two week update on it sometime this week, god willing. Perhaps the snow will help me out in that regard.

Eberron and Rogue Trader of course also continue on, with RT picking up again tonight. Provided atmospheric effects don’t scare two of my players off. The new group for Eberron seems really enthusiastic. Hopefully all parties involved get a big a kick out of it as I do.

I have two adorable new relatives living out west who just turned ten months old. Uncle Maurice has tons of neat stuff planned for them, and will be working very hard to ensure that if they don’t actually become nerds that they’ll have some sort of recessive, stealth nerd traits. You have to get the mental seeds planted while they’re young, so how else better than rhyme and verse? In this case, I am encouraging my niece and nephew to look deep into the Warhammer 40K universe. As Games Workshop will tell you: In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, there is only war.

So, I present for them the following. For those of you along for the ride, feel free to spectate at the sidelines.

A for Astartes, who fight in the stars.
B for Bionics, constructed on Mars

C for Carnifex, all chitin and slime
D for Daemonhost, enslaved for all time

E for Exosuit, for all greater good
F for Farseer, who gaze inside hoods

G for the Greenskins, but most call ’em Orks
H for Heretic, and fiendish, dark works

I for Imperium, to the galaxy’s end
J for the Judges, the Arbites’ friends

K is for Killzone, guardsmen take note
L is for Lictor, most righteously smote

M for Mytocene, a terrible child
N for Nurgle, all swollen with bile

O for Ork again, don’t question why
P for the Psykers, who most often die

Q for Questioner, the Inquisitor’s trade
R for Ravenor, who Eisenhorn made

S for Sororitas, women of battle
T for the Titans, reaving chaos like chattel

U for Ultramar, first, only and last
V for Valkyries, the air support fast

W for Waaaaaaagh, the Ork battle cry
X for the Xenos, who more often lie

Y for Yellow Suns, who’re more often red
Z for T’zeench, and really a ‘T’

I have returned from Colorado, which means blogging time! Just as soon as I clean up the mess of being gone for a week.