Things you don't want to discover at 3:30 am

That your son has had a case of diarreah, and you seem to be out of disposable diapers. Not to mention wipes.

Fortunately I was wrong on both counts, but it made for a fun few seconds. I can imagine what Tracy would have said after I woke her up so I could make an emergency run to the only 24-hour Food Lion that happens to be five miles away.

You might know me as...

Hacmaniac, if you were a regular on the Gallifrey BBS, or the Illuminati BBS back in the late eighties.
Dougal McVey, if you played in "Mr. Steve" Miller's AD&D game in college.
Sir Talen Hisoka, if you played in Steve Hill's "Post Conlegium" campaign on Prodigy, snail mail, and a couple of other venues.
Herald Dugal Andersonn, if you were a member of Mercedes Lackey Fanclub.
Jeriendhal, if you read my Livejournal.
Christopher, Archangel of Children, if you play in the In Nomine Ludi blogRPG.
Roycey-Baby, if you were one of the jerks who tormented me throughout elementary school.
Roy, Ross, Russ, ect..., if you misheard my name when I answered the phone while working at a hotel reservation center.
Royce in MD, if you're on the Lois McMaster Bujold mailing list.
Royce Easton Day, if you read the articles I've written for Pyramid, or any of my online fiction.

I need to experience treppaning like I need a hole in my head.

Link: http://www.trepan.com/_index.html