The Dicelady Speaks

I’ve offered up my services to my mother, of all people, as a favour and a whim to write a book-related experience. I hope I don’t embarrass her too much... A series of random coincidences and pure luck on my mother’s fantastic female workings, led, not inevitably but invariably, to my conception and later, as my luck would hold out, my birth. This lucky streak continued, with a few minor glitches, to save me from my own stupidity and has thus far kept me alive. So far, so good. I should thank my lucky stars and many of the planets and neighbouring galaxies as well.

It was during the summer of 2001 that I was sent to live with an aunt in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and discovered she collected dice. It must’ve slipped my mind at the time that she would’ve been the first one to recommend Luke Rhinehart’s questionable work of coincidence to me. A year or two later, an alternative-type friend introduced me to the world of D&D role-playing and his dice collection and that was it. I now knew how to come by and appreciate these geometric gems, but I was still lacking a purpose. Another period of time elapsed and I finally heeded the constant recommendations of my colleagues and bought, read and then re-read The Dice Man. That was the proverbial moment, the ‘It’ of my existence: the reason, the philosophy behind the reason, the answer to so many questions, and the beginning of so many more opportunities that my under-developed dice-mind hadn’t even begun to conceive.

In all my travels and to all those I call friends I have recommended my slightly alternative Gospel un-truths in the hope that it will reveal to them what it has instilled in me. To sound expectedly cliché: anything is possible in a world where the only limit is your imagination. To sound unexpected: glurgle fob tea-cup woopind ter frooooossttt tandem inoculation.

Written by the Dicelady 9/9/09