Oh, hey, after the fact ROOT report: I was the Marxists (or Mafia, as the babysitter's boyfriend observed, it maps just as well) and she was the instigator and the babysitter and her boyfriend were the cats and the birds, and the instigator ran away with the dish and the spoon not at all to my surprise. I didn't get around to triggering the barricades until what turned out to be my last turn, whoopsy.
Several years ago my dad said he wanted to do a podcast with me when he retired, in which we go issue-by-issue through the comic L.E.G.I.O.N. And I said I was down and he retired at the start of this month and he’s visiting next week and might
mention this idea again and the thing is I’m pretty sure he and I are the only people alive who will admit to remembering anything about L.E.G.I.O.N. So I dunno that there is an audience for “Jeff and Carl and Vril and Garren” or whatever we would call it.
We seek Tlön. (Invite-only instance intended for friends of mine to have a comfortable migration from birdsite, admin @MuseumMichael)