Not with fire, not with ice, but with general precipatation
And so 2006 is rapidly coming to a close. As I write this blog it is raining here in Atlanta, which to any Georgian should not be much of a shock. It always rains on Christmas and New Year’s Eve here in Georgia. I tell ya, London and Seattle have nothing on Atlanta for rain. Tonight, about 150,000 people will pack Underground to watch the peach drop. Rain, traffic, and 150K people crammed in an area about the size of a shopping mall, ooh, sign me up! Needless to say I will be spending my New Year’s Eve with a handful of friends, which is much more pleasant than a hundred thousand drunken strangers.
2006 was a good personal year (relatively speaking) and it was a good year for gaming. 2007 should be an exciting year, and for once, I am actually cautiously optimistic, two words that I rarely use in the same sentence.
I hope that everyone has had a good year and that you’ve enjoyed the games Shrapnel has put out. Thanks for being Shrapnel customers, and hopefully we can consider you fans too, and we look forward to bringing you the best in independent niche gaming in 2007!
I’m going to wrap it up now. While it seems like I should leave with some industry wrap-up, or thought provoking analysis, or even some sort of humor, I need to take my dogs out and then hit the (soggy) road. Have a happy New Year and we’ll see ya for another glory ride in 2007!
Best,
Scott
PS: Ah heck, okay, one bit of humor to leave ya with…
Two golfers, Dave and Tom, are caught behind two women on the golf course. The two women are terrible golfers causing a backlog. Around the sixth hole Dave, frustrated, tells Tom, “Look, I’m going to go talk to those two women ahead of us and see if they’ll let us play through, otherwise we’re going to be here all day.”
So Dave heads towards the two women. Halfway there Tom sees Dave halt, appear surprised, and meekly head back to Tom, appearing to make sure that the two women do not notice his face.
Dave tells Tom, “You’re never going to believe this coincidence. The woman on the left turns out to be my wife, and the one on the right my mistress! I can’t say anything to them. You go up there.”
Tom shrugs and agrees. Halfway there he stops, looks surprised, and meekly heads back to Dave.
Dave says to Tom, “Well, if you thought that was a coincidence…”