Friday, December 17, 2004
I’m waiting out the Hollister doldrums — periods of holiday season stillwater that can stay even the fastest ships. As a result, I dove into the chest of used and abandoned video games in my closet and pulled one out that features a minor villain named Astos. He’s a Dark Elf. (Needless to say, my childhood had periods strangeness and introversion — the kind that often involve Dark Elves, in capital letters and everything. I can remember fighting this Astos character as a child. (He was a lot harder then, by the way.) And I remember my brother calling him “Ass Toast.” It seemed funny at the time — less so now.I have no idea what ass toast might be. Might it be similar to — should I really write it? — butt crust?