|Updated Oct. 7|
The best laid plans ...
I managed to twist an ankle while loading half a cord of wood up three flights of stairs to my 4th floor flat, the one without an elevator, and where I thought I was going to spend the day working on my combat rules, I spent it with my leg up watching Amadeus and a host of much worse movies. I have come to the conclusion that people like bad movies better than good ones, because seven people can agree on what makes a movie BAD, making them feel a greater kinship, while at the same time seven people can't even agree that a movie is good, much less discuss what makes it good.
This may be the answer to all the misery in the universe.
I shall try to post something new today. For those who are not interested in the combat rules, I'm sorry that I cannot help you. These things become obsessive, you know, to where we have no interest in working on other things.