Make hot...

Well, Jason likes to watch me play Diablo. For quite a while I was playing a trap assassin, and he'd ask me to make it hot, which meant cast fire traps to take down the enemy.

However, I'm playing a poison amazon right now. Well, green puffs of "smoke" aren't very interesting to Jason. He's seen fire. He understands hot. He doesn't understand poison gas. (Despite what rumors have been spread about my digestion.)

So, I brought up an Everquest emulator to see if my characters were still kicking. I happened to be on my magician. Jason came in and wanted me to "Make hot". Well, magicians happen to excel at that. So, I nuked something and it was engulfed in a pyramid of fire.

"Woah"

"Hey, want to see me make a fire man...I mean...a man made of fire?"

"Wooooah. Make a fireman." (Oh, well. We'll work on the translation later)

So, I summon my fire pet. He looks a bit like a genie made out of fire.

"Wanna see him fight someone?"

"Yeah"

So, I send the pet after a skeleton. They proceed to punch each other. Jason is amazed and then the pet cast his own nuke and covered the skeleton in flame as it fell to pieces.

The next 10 minutes went like this.

"Fight that skeleton."

"Fight that bird."

"Fight that dog."

-Justin

Well, it occurs to me...

Originally, I made the blog so when I called 5 people and told them news or a story I could put it here in case I missed anyone. But I've be relapsing to where I call 3 or 4 people and everyone else never hears the story.

That said, here's a story that none of you have heard.

The family was at Chick-Fil-A yesterday between chiropractor and church. Zoë and Jason had finished their meal and were in the play area. A little boy came in and Zoë and he hit it off. They were sprinting up the steps, through the habitrail and diving head first down the slide. (Yes, diving. You could hear them hit the plastic about three feet down the slide.) The boy was leading and Zoë was inches behind...which normally meant a collision at the bottom (which of course was half the fun).

Well, Zoë is as strong as an ox, and the boy was 6 to 12 months older than her. She was keeping up, but Jason was lagging behind. Finally, he decided to take a break and play with the 3 and under section of the play place. Zoë got distracted and stopped to watch. Then the thundering of the boy's progression stop, and I hear a yell from the top.

"Little girl. Where'd you go?"

Zoë got an expression on her face saying, "oh no, I forgot."

She goes thundering up and he comes thundering down and they meet nose to nose.

Zoë - "Oh, hi kid."

And they were back to the races.

-J