Word vomit. Yes indeed. That's what this corner end niche of putrescence will endeavor to simulate in the coming weeks (or months if my level of interest remains for that long). What type of word vomit? Probably the type that about eight people in all of the intarnet will care about, and then even, they'll probably be more interested in someone else's word vomit to really whiff the puke in this sloppy little slough slice.
In any case. Once upon a time, there existed a website, and a domain name for the House of Spears, and now, entropy has claimed them. In replacement, a
blog and a
wiki appeared, but forward momentum on both projects fizzled and pooped out long before their time. Granted, occasionally the D-ing of the & D-ing does ramble for a few dozen posts on the wiki, and much to my wife's dismay, this doesn't last long enough for her. But alas, time, as in free time, is also a pooper.
So what the hell is [was] the House of Spears? It's a chain store--kind of like the original junk store/dollar store that appeared everywhere in my gameworld, Ae'rinus. It was originated by a wizard named Al, and he staffed the many hundreds of his stores with imperfect clones of himself, often lending to much hilarity on the behalf of hapless adventurers trying to buy that wicked cool pink headband with "Ninja" stitched in fancy cursive script on it. It's basically a store of mad chaos, where the adventure would turn to when things were getting either boring or too heavy.... A little bit of oddity, humor, and stupidity always make for a better day. And so in that vein, I'll resurrect this beast from the hells of a long deleted google cache, and do little posties regarding the life of a Corporate WageSlave staring desperately out the window, and wanting very much to live and do all things related to fiction writing and the subsequent teaching thereof.
