>Two words for why Ace Frehley is cooler than you: Leather Pants.
I spent most of my morning waiting around for a call from Ace. Yes, really; and you know it’s a big deal because you know how I feel about Ace. It finally happened, if two hours late. I was prepared for that, and I’m actually glad for the delay. I was so keyed up at the scheduled time that I probably would have been lame. So now I have a mini-cassette recording of our conversation, some transcription to do, and probably two pieces to write (one for the Independent, and one more extensive one to say everything I want to say, maybe for here or New West or something). That will be coming soon!
It was really, really cool, though.
RIP to a Major Contributor to my Youth
Today wasn’t all excitement and giddiness. I saw that E. Gary Gygax, creator of Dungeons and Dragons, died. Click HERE for the full story.
I loved D&D. There is a part of me that still does. I still buy the occasional sourcebook just for the pleasure of reading it. Most of my collected manuals and things have survived multiple moves and “stuff purges” that other things haven’t. Some of the fondest hours of my youth, from junior high on, were spent with friends throwing dice late into the morning. People make fun of geeks. I was one. Hell, I am one. And I am quite pleased that I have retained a lot of those geeky interests rather than trading them in for obsessing over lawn care and trophy vehicles. Keep your friggin’ Escalade, I’d rather continue to wield the Rod of Lordly Might. And I wield it . . . furiously.
So I am setting my current New West piece-in-progress aside to write further on this. However, none of my heartfelt words about geek pride takes away from the humor in this thing, which Patia sent me last week. I’m sure Gary Gygax would have laughed as well: