What a terrible night for a brain-moose!

So today during rehearsal I was privileged enough to get to help clean dried up brain from a 30 year old moose-scalp. For those who have not had the distinct pleasure of chiseling rotten grey matter from an ancient moose skull, it is quite tedious (yet very rewarding!) work. Also, it smells exactly as you would think it would.

Judging from the skull, I assume the moose looked a bit like this.

Hopefully by tomorrow the smell will fade and I can start playing some Gamma World with Matt and Lex. I am using Calgary as a setting and have been enjoying turning all of our landmarks into post apocalyptic death-pits. The Stampede grounds are now the location of one of the area's largest settlements, and the Saddledome plays host to gladiator-like blood sports. And that's just the beginning! Teleporting plants, pigs on motorcycles, and obsessive compulsive robots await them!

And maybe, if they work together and believe in themselves, they will be able to stave of starvation long enough to get eaten by giant talking moles with British accents.

JOLLY GOOD