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I sometimes forget how cool some of my ancestors were. At least by my own definitions of cool.
One example is my dad. Now that I think back on it, he was one of the original players of Dungeons and Dragons. I think he even played chainmail, which was an offshoot of miniature wargaming. When I was a very small kid, the pool table in the basement was more often than not covered in green-painted sheets of styrofoam covered with little trees made out of furnace-filter with nails pushed through, and little villages that looked eerily familiar. The familiarity was probably because whevever the NCC would ditch a cityscape diorama of Ottawa - complete with bridges, tiny houses, etc - dad would take it home and recycle it into an environment for these minatures games.
I think I sometimes conveniently overlook the coolness of my parents and what they were up to when they were my age, or younger. I mean - running a hobby-farm, playing the first version of D&D, dabbling in politics, and probably more shenanigans nobody wants to talk about. Sometimes climbing into a metal box, in order to get to a fabric covered box to spend the day in seems pretty lame by comparison.
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One example is my dad. Now that I think back on it, he was one of the original players of Dungeons and Dragons. I think he even played chainmail, which was an offshoot of miniature wargaming. When I was a very small kid, the pool table in the basement was more often than not covered in green-painted sheets of styrofoam covered with little trees made out of furnace-filter with nails pushed through, and little villages that looked eerily familiar. The familiarity was probably because whevever the NCC would ditch a cityscape diorama of Ottawa - complete with bridges, tiny houses, etc - dad would take it home and recycle it into an environment for these minatures games.
I think I sometimes conveniently overlook the coolness of my parents and what they were up to when they were my age, or younger. I mean - running a hobby-farm, playing the first version of D&D, dabbling in politics, and probably more shenanigans nobody wants to talk about. Sometimes climbing into a metal box, in order to get to a fabric covered box to spend the day in seems pretty lame by comparison.
8 Hours till document deadline. No more procrastinating.
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