Comic Sans, out of pure orneriness.
Especially for any correspondence to liddle marco, there.
(not my favorite, but I do like it for legibility)

I've got three separate stories that come together in places; that was tricky--and also why that one story is so long.
...but the events that do so are pretty cool, if I say so my damnself.
...where was this writer 40 years ago?

!!
I'd forgotten that one.
Thirty-one. I'd like to see that, myself.

The current one is my utter renovation of a horrible writeup by one of the other players of a Ravenloft campaign from 20 years ago. The player basically took 3-5 years' worth of gaming and made it all about her nympho self-hating character.
I'm considering making her just background. =D

He is food! There's a fleet of buses gonna roll over top of him.
He chose...poorly.

Friday, it'll hit 70--right on the bottom edge of good temps for rattle-can work.
Sanding begins tonight.

I launched the hell out of it in just one flight. Thirteen year old me didn't do fillets or reinforce the fins and whatnot. FLY FLY FLY!
So I launched it all-up, 3 stages. Tore a fin off each stage, landed it in the middle of the road, landed a booster on a nearby roof.

I prefer the old color scheme. This is available on their mini modern version. The big one has the colors in the first post. /2

Damn, Pinto driver's eating headlights.

My '76 Impala wagon did $1500 at least T-boning a 90s Cavalier. Spun her 270 degrees, knocked a tire off the rim, bent the body & rear axle...I had $400 nose damage and I drove home.
[Cav girl ran a stop sign...and her ahole insurance totaled me, then deducted $100 towing]
I won, tho'.

JD and his faction are likely praying for Good News.

"...These figures were covered with the warty protrusions one would expect to have found on the toad itself. As a crowning touch, the entire thing had a mottled gold finish which gave the illusion of splotches crawling back and forth on the surface."

...just uglier.

"..., and depicted a large, four-legged toad holding a huge eyeball in its mouth. Along its back, instead of warts, were the torsos, heads and arms of tiny Jahks intertwined in truly grotesque eroticism. /2