It would appear the Mayan's bought a new diary after all, so Time Itself didn't come to a crashing halt with unfortunate consequences that even a towel and a packet of peanuts wouldn't protect against. However, on the down side, the school term started again and I got my traditional New Year Lurgy. Nice.
In stuff-what-I-stole-from-a-much-better-maintained-blog news, legendary games designer Nick Priestley may have summed up what has irked those like myself who were brought into wargaming and roleplaying by Grandma Wendy, and now find she has developed some sort of dementia so we don't recognise her any more:
The modern [GW design] studio isn’t a studio in the same way; it isn’t a collection of artists and creatives sharing ideas and driving each other on. It’s become the promotions department of a toy company – things move on!
Yup, that's about the sum of things, Nick. And with nothing of my own to contribute (although there are rumours that painting will take place on some of my lead/plastic pile in the near future) I shall leave it there for now.