I spent a good chunk of today out galavanting around in nature with some of my lady friends. I don't just mean we went to the park, we went completely off the trail and out into the woods with all the trees, deer prints, spider webs, brush, land monsters, and birds. While we were exploring all the grand treasures that nature has to offer, we found a pretty cool looking busted up old stone building guarded by a large black turkey vulture. We also picked purty flowers. It was a vastly energizing day, and as we were heading back to the car I stared down at a large group of geese sitting triumphantly on a grassy knoll like they were kings of the land. I frowned at them, tossed down my sunglasses, and decided to teach them a lesson.

I bolted down the hill to chase the geese. "Fucking geese think their better than me," I thought as I ran after them, completely shocked that I'd managed not to fall on my ass doing so. I untied my sweatshirt from my hips and I ran, and when I was nearing them, they got up and headed backwards as I heard a call of, "Careful, Mystie, they can bite!" coming from behind. I decided not to punch any of the hoity-toity geese, but I'm sure I scared them good.

And to those of you in the area, don't forget I'll be running the door at TooManyGames on Sunday!