Dan Thurot
@danthurot
I'm just some dude. A cardboard cowboy. I also write Space-Biff!, the world's first and only board game review site.
The bumper sticker I got for Summer's bike is an inside joke limited to the Wasatch Front, but even just on its inaugural ride tonight we earned multiple shout-outs from people on the street.
Looking through old pictures, I stumbled across that time I made Boomer Monopoly for a gag.
For Summer's birthday, we're taking the girls to Honor Among Thieves in concert. Ten minutes to start! Everyone's getting excited.
Agent Avenue with the 12yo. We're currently tied 1-1, so things are tense!
Went out of town over the weekend, but still managed to get in some really nice plays. What did you get to the table this past week?
It was a lighter week for a host of reasons. What did you get to the table?
Loved Angel Down, despite four clusters of 4-6 pages being in random orders. The book shop was kind enough to do an exchange. We glanced at their inventory... and about half of their copies also had disordered pages. Someone made an oopsie. But yeah! Loved the book!
Preserving for posterity, because that whole thread might get nuked from orbit. I just felt that, as somebody who's actually earned a degree in the development of Jewish and Christian belief, and who has done volunteer work with those accused of demonic affliction, this needed to be said.
When you visit Space-Biff!, this little dude will exorcise all your demons, and not even lecture you about healing powers or scary movies. It's my 100% guarantee that after visiting Space-Biff!, you will not have any extraplanar demons in your soul.
Reading Angel Down, I was super confused by a portion of its run-on sentence, but I figured, hey, dislocation is its author's technique... ...except I've now realized a ton of the pages are out of order in my copy.
Even as a kid, it wasn’t the most exciting game. Mostly it served as a perilous obstacle for my other toys. But it also cracked the portal to the netherworld. Bit by bit, the demons came through. Now I play a dozen or so board games a week.
I brought it up at dinner every night. I begged for it. My list to Santa Claus had one line item repeated over and over. And so, to shut me up, my parents relented. No harm in letting a demon’s pinkie finger through the portal, they figured.
I didn’t have many board games as a kid, owing to a family that halfway believed there were demons trying to claw their way into the human realm through children’s entertainment. But the moment the commercial for Forbidden Bridge flickered onto the television set, I knew I had to have it.
My kiddos have been taking cooking and sewing classes, and the best part is that I get to reap the benefits. Such as this shirt my 12yo made from the old Corvids mat from @dvcgames.bsky.social. They insist I wear it to today's school function. I do so proudly.