Aubrey's Eberron campaign.
Game Master Aubrey the Malformed

Don't take my word for it, I was just trying to be funny. I'm sure England is more than 40 miles wide ... like I even know exactly how big a mile is ...

There you go, Google tells me that England is 480 kilometres wide from east to west.

They got a place called Fishguard.
That's funny.

Texas has a place called "Marfa." I think the guy who got off the wagon there in 1830 or whatever couldn't spell Martha.

Britain brought us such sports as Cheese Rolling and Bog Snorkling.

Marfa, heh.

There is a suburb of Sydney called Minto. I reckon about 90% of the poeople who live there pronounce it 'Minnow'.

I'd do bog snorkelling.
I don't like heights though.

I'd need more than cheese to do that.

In Texas, you HAVE to end every sentence with a preposition at. Or you'll be going against the law at.

In Australia we’re culturally unable to call people by the name they introduce themselves as – short names need to be lengthened (usually by adding an ‘o’, ‘y’ or ‘a’ to the end of them) and long names need to be shortened (and then often have the an ‘o’, ‘y’ or ‘a’ added to them as well). Sometimes a variation of the name will do instead.

So if you call yourself Steve you’ll get called Steve-o. If you call yourself Steven you’ll get called Steve (or Stevey or Steve-o). If you’re Michael you’ll get Mike, but if you call yourself Mike you’ll probably get Mikey or Micky D or something.

I’m Luke, so I usually get called Lucas, Luca, Lukey, Lucky Luke or Cool Hand Luke (or Mothy). If you introduced yourself as Heath you’d get called Heathy or Heath-o or Heathsta or Heathmiester or something.

I usually get Heathcliff, especially from well read women named Kathy.

That's too cultured for us.

I've holidayed in Fishguard - nice coastal town in south Wales.

Mass transit here means you found a car pool going the same direction. Or you're using a bicycle-built-for-two, maybe.

And Spanky's better off than I am - I don't think I can find Albion on a map without some googly cheatery.

I expect to be paying near European gas prices soon;

maybe not that bad, but....my mass transit infrastructure here is s~!+, and you can get shot on the train.
I bet Aubrey gets halfway across Albion before I get 20 stinkin' miles to work.

It takes me, on an average day, about 1 3/4 hours to get to work door-to-door. However, 20 minutes of that is a reasonably bracing walk to the station and 55 minutes or so is a nice bit of reading time on the train. It's the thirty minutes fighting my way across central London on the Tube I don't really like.

I'm a small-town guy. I really, really liked living close enough to my work that I could walk door-to-door in twenty minutes and be done. That was a while ago.

The idea of commuting for an hour and 45 really makes feel me like a fool for complaining about a little windshield time.

They're the choices we make, really. I'm close to a load of major transport networks so I can get about. That said, commuting across London when you live there can take an hour or more.

Just watched The Woman in Black. Boy, was that creepy.

Apologies for my slow posting - we have no home internet right now, and posting from work is a bit tricky. Hopefully the situation will resolve itself soon.

Hello;
My wife's sick now, so I'll be chasing 3 kids around and taking care of her, and as such will probably post later in the evening for the weekend. So I'll see you guys later tonight!

Guys, I will have limited (if any) internet access for most of Friday, Saturday and probably Sunday.

Sorry about my lack of posting recently - I've been packing in overtime before going on vacation. I'll be going back to Arizona for a week or so before taking Easter off back home in Norway; right now it's all about cleaning, packing and traveling, but I should be posting more or less normally again from Tuesday onwards.

An interesting story.

Yes, I read about it some time ago. Would hate to have it slithering under your home.

Yeah, because my home would tilting and shifting as the thing moved!

Hey Aubrey, I have an 8-hour layover at Heathrow on Wednesday. My plane lands around 1300 and leave again at 1920. I can easily jump on the Tube and zip downtown, so do you want to meet up for some brews and a sarnie while I wait?

Hey guys,

Apologies for my unexpected absence over the past few days. For those who haven’t heard, I abruptly lost my job earlier in the week. Times are going to be tough for a bit – my wife has just started working for three days a week after coming off 18 months maternity leave, so we fortunately have some income, but we pretty much burnt through our savings over the past 18 months so … hopefully I will find something soon. My industry is starting to be pretty badly affected by the financial uncertainty in Europe and elsewhere, but I’m sure something will come up. Circumstances may keep me away from Paizo more than normal though – not sure yet. Apologies in advance for any upcoming delays or slow downs. Please act for my character where required, or forgive slow GM updates as the case may be.

Anyway, this post is not meant to air my misery or garner sympathy, it is to express wonderment and heartfelt thanks to this fantastic community. Some far too generous person or persons who chose to stay anonymous have sent me a likewise far too generous gift certificate to help me keep up my AP subscription during this time. I can’t know for certain, but I suspect the person (or persons) is either a FAWTLy and / or in one of my pbp games. If you were behind this, thankyou so much, it is truly fantastic of you.

Cheers,
Luke

Just to let you all know, I will be on holiday from this Tuesday for ten days. I doubt I'll have internet access.

Have fun!!!!!

I'll be out of town tomorrow for a week. I'll continue to check in from my parent's house, but last time I vastly underestimated the costs for roaming data charges on simple web browsing while in Italy. I'll probably check in each evening rather than a few times a day via phone.