Yesterday I woke up too early, and let my aunt and mom into the apartment, where we promptly moved in two bookcases and moved out Loungeboy's dresser and desk. Then we cleaned (mostly they cleaned, being Midwestern mothers, and made me watch and feel guilty). Then we had lunch, and I drove to Minneapolis for Whiteboy's Oriental Adventures game. Cloudscudding received typewriter paper. Kuroshin Wakari-Hito (my wu-jen/eunuch warlock torturor) got jacked by some gigantic Sarlacc Pit / Shai Hu'lud crossbreed worm thingie that can shit Stinking Cloud®. I damaged three of the party members with area effect spells. Whatever. It wasn't the derivative thing that's driving me up a wall.
Yes, my character has a name - he's not just "that crane torturor guy with no jimmy."