Hello again

Hi everyone, it's me again, Master Gregory Vrill, signing in from the afterlife. It's not really as spooky as it sounds.

I... well, you know what? I don't really have anything to report about. There's nothing going on down here, and I basically don't care about what's going on, 'upstairs' as they say, so why would I deign to wait in line here at the coffee shop to use the goddamn Internet? I really could care less. Then again, there's nothing else to do. I'm not going to post much so that I can play some Spider Solitaire until my half-hour is up and the grandma behind me can post more lame cat photos to her homepage.

So I bought an iPod down here and now I'm using "iTunes" to fill it up with some .mp3 files. Did you know that different celebrities have lists of their favorite music on the iTunes page? Right now I'm checking out what Sharon Stone likes to listen to. Easy listening stuff, mainly, I guess, plus a bit of rap music. I'd guess that's what like 80% of celebrities listen to, a lite rock and rap music melange because they just don't know any better. Thanks Sharon Stone for compiling these tracks for us.

Time to go play some solitaire.

The afterlife: an update

Hi everyone, Vrill here again. Finally. I'm again using the modem at Le Coffee Chateau to check email and such. Did everyone have a good New Year's? I didn't. Because, you know, I'm FUCKING DEAD. This place stinks.

God is it boring down here. You know, I had a lot of stuff going on. Can't even so much make a Potion of Friends here, wherever the hell I am. Like I posted earlier, readers, I'm not in hell, but I'm not really sure what this is. Purgatory maybe? If I had to guess, I'd say I was in the Concordant Opposition. You know, the plane of True Neutral. Which sort of makes sense. I mean, I was acting in Grito's best interest, so I might have guessed the Lawful Good Seven Heavens, but sometimes the means to a noble end are less than Lawful and some may say not 100% Good.

It wouldn't be so bad though if there was anyone else down here who was interesting AT ALL. I try to talk about the situation in Grito, or discuss design principles of owlbears with the guy next to me, and he just sort of looks at me and walks over to the broken vending machine by the men's room. How rude. At least there are no PCs down here. Then, readers, I would know for a fact that I was in Hell.

I've watched a lot of CNN Money on the big TV in Chili's. It seems an odd choice for television in the afterlife. Did you know that closed captioning isn't perfect? It's almost like they have a guy there, typing in all the words in real time. There are a lot of misspellings and homonyms if you watch carefully. Like Deborah Marchini will be talking about foreign markets and you'll see "For rain markets" come up. But then they erase it and it says "Foreign markets" like the guy realized 'for' was only the first part of the word and not the word itself.

Okay, my time's almost up. That's alright, I'm going to go back over to Chili's and get some southwest eggrolls and chicken crispers. But you know what really sucks? Chili's- well, this whole place really- is dry. That's right, no Coronas for this Potion Guild Grandmaster. Can't even get a fricking bottle of Miller let alone a fine Greyhelm zin.

Maybe I am in Hell.