Sleep-speaker

So today I was playing the Arkham Horror board game (as in Arkham the fictional city Lovecraft invented for the Cthulu mythos stories), with K & E, when we managed to, completely through a series of random choices, end up playing characters that were OBVIOUSLY the Birds of Prey (as in, the all-female superhero team from Gotham, home of the fictional Arkham Asylum).

Seriously, I was playing a red-headed, bespectacled librarian who got an ally named Oliver GRAYSON, K was playing a character who was riding around on a motorcycle using a demonic flute to attack monsters (CLEARLY a metaphor for a Canary Cry!), and E was playing a brunette heiress with angst about a dead family member who (a) kept having encounters with the mob (well, the Sheldon Gang), and (b) kept finding all the guns and weapons and wandering around visiting bloody vengeance on people.

Had I post-it notes I would have insisted we all rename our character cards "Babs," "Dinah," and "Helena".

Also we sealed enough gates to prevent the world from being eaten by Yog-Sothoth; you're all welcome.

ALSO on the bus over to E's house, the dude in front of me on the bus was totally reading Batwoman #1! It was a very comics day.