The dangers of living in a state that is in the middle of tornado alley, blizzard alley, and severe thunderstorm alley are made apparent in today’s comic.

For the most part, Colorado has four distinct seasons.  The problem is that Sean Connery’s weather machine (located on Pikes Peak) torments us with blizzards in May, unholy tornadoes, and thundersnow.  That last one is a completely real thing.  The weather here can change literally within minutes, no exaggeration.

I spent a day over at StarFest and hung out with my dear friends and drank way too much.  On top of the three beers and the Old Fashioned, I ended up being given a Romulan Ale and a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, both of which tasted like cough syrup being filtered through ass.  Seriously though, it was really bad (although not as bad if I had to pay for the drinks myself).   My birthday is coming up and I like the plan of getting completely wasted.  Unfortunately my birthday falls on a Monday, so any imbibing will need to take place the prior Saturday.  See, it’s good to have a plan.

I’ve been getting the urge to do role-playing again (paper and pencil type), but I would need to find a group to play with, and I have no interest being the DM for such a thing.  Unfortunately, my schedule is kinda chaotic right now, and I don’t want to be roped into a weekly RPG game unless I knew that I wouldn’t be missing a lot of sessions.  It’s not fair to the other players.  Well, that and I don’t want to come a month later and I’m still level two and they are like level gabillion.  Okay, slight exaggeration but you get the idea.  The weather at higher levels is oh so much better.

See how I tied that all together, aren’t you proud of me?

See you Thursday!