Guts of Glory!

I got to play Guts of Glory this week, which was a lot of fun. Doc had backed the Kickstarter to get the game, which is a boardgame set in a post-apocalyptic wasteland where you compete for glory by eating various things. Things like tapeworms, spiders, and… the moon. The items vary in how tough they are to eat, as well as how much glory they reward you (if successfully eaten).

Doc photobombing my documentation attempts.

You can also sabotage your fellow players by chewing their items, forcing them to chew your items, or spewing unwanted items at them. Everybody in our group seemed to get pretty underhanded pretty fast. Which I think is the point.

Also, you apparently have to be the same colour piece as is indicated by the trim on your mouth board, but Dean and I did not want that so we switched pieces. Doc said we couldn’t do that, but we did anyway and nothing bad happened. You must understand, I NEEDED the pointy-teeth-forked-tongue board with the yellow trim, but I also NEEDED to be the really round and fat blue piece. Needed to be it. And apparently Dean needed to be the yellow guy with tiny feet. I guess what I am saying is, that Doc was wrong and you can switch up the pieces however you want.

And now Dean is photobombing my documentation attempts. That’s it, I give up on getting a natural picture of the game in progress.

Above all I intensely love the amazing artwork. I have a soft spot for post apocalyptic aesthetics, and of course this game has such a fun and goofy twist on it that I find it impossible not to love. I think I might be addicted to this game now.

Nobody ever did manage to eat the moon, by the way. Although there were many attempts, and it seemed to show up in every single game. Nobody swallowed the moon.

Roaring 20’s Themed Anniversary

Doc and I share the burden of planing our anniversaries. He plans all the odd-numbered years, while I plan all the even-numbered years. He said in that case, every odd-numbered anniversary will be spent at Forbes Island; and I am OK with that. So long as I get to pick what we do on the evens!

This year I wanted us to dress up in a 1920’s style, and go to Bourbon and Branch. And that is just what we did.

My 1920’s costume. Somehow I tamed the untamable mane; just for that one night.
Doc’s 1920’s costume.

We then drank so much and had so much fun that I forgot to blog last week. Worth it, I say!

 

Marin Memories

Just as any place, Marin has many positive aspects as well as negative. While it may not be perfect, it certainly is picturesque. I had lived in Marin for a few years, and while it ultimately turned out to not be for me, I can still remember many of the amazing things that made it unique.

The Golden Gate Bridge, as seem from Marin

For one, the towns are all so small that people just refer to it as “Marin,” which is the county. If you want to get really fancy, you can separate “West Marin” from the rest; and maybe even “South Marin” if you want. But, nobody there refers to the individual towns they live in. It just doesn’t make sense: you can drive for 10 minutes and you just drove through 5 different towns.

Blackie’s Pasture

The main reason that Marin did not work out for me as a place to live is that it was an older culture. I was young, and needed to be in a place with more youth and more youth culture. It wasn’t really anything good or bad that drove me out, it just didn’t meet my needs for my age and where I was in my life. The lack of youth culture felt stifling and ultimately isolating.

Multiple Exposure (9 Exposures) of the Ferry to Vallejo

I also disliked having to drive everywhere, but still – it sure was nice to be able to pop over to West Marin for some surfing on the weekends.

Pylons in the water
The boats come in and out of the bay; I saw boats from all over

I was reminded by the positive aspects of Marin when I went through some of my old photos and found these. Obviously, not a bad place.

Flowery stair
Dog butt

That being said, nothing can quite compare to how San Francisco has suited my personality.