Category: Memories

Christmas Trip to Glasgow

On 2025-12-29

In Daily Life, Discoveries, Food, Memories, Scotland, Travel, Vegan

It has been some time since I have been to Glasgow. The last time was a single day (plus or minus a few hours at an airport) in 2018. Went out to see the Sister-in-Law (A) and her husband (D) and to celebrate their wedding. I was officiating said ceremony. It never made it to the old Dickens-of-a-Blog because it would have been in the down years. Had it been in up years, it would have been one of the Posts All Time, no doubt.

I have no photos of my time in Glasgow at that time, for some reason. Perhaps I did not want to seem too touristy. We took the train in, ate at a vegan restaurant that was a poster child bespoke gentrification [that seems to no longer exist in 2025] and then had to take a stupidly hot bus back because the day was so hot it stopped the trains from running in the afternoon.

Here’s a photo I took walking to the train to take into Glasgow Central:

I will say it is not indicative of the actual nice quality graffiti you can see around the city. This one just made me chuckle the most.

I did take more photos this time, including this one showing off much higher quality wall art near St. Enoch:

Now, as to who exactly that is? I have no idea. My one working theory is that had the Christmas Market (Winter Wonderland, I think it was called) not been there, it possibly lined up with something in the distance. My second working theory is that there had once been something in the upper left corner of that wall for him to be holding up. This is above the Hootenanny. I probably should have just asked.

That is near the front of Adagio Aparthotel. Where we stayed this Christmas trip. It was nice. I am not one to get too hyped for any sort of hotel but I will say I would stay there again. Great location. Lots of shops. The Winter Wonderland (at least, for a couple of weeks a year). Glasgow Central station in walking distance. Several bus stops. Pharmacy and grocery stores. Waterstones. You can spend a week barely breaching a square kilometer and have a full experience.

Turn right and cross the road to see the river and you can visit some more higher quality graffiti. Cats seem to be a theme. Some QR codes. It perhaps is corporate, I have no idea.

The only two negatives were a) my brain spent a lot of time reading it as “Apartheid Hotel” (as opposed to “Apartment Hotel”) and b) there was a fire alarm test on Tuesday that I had failed to note which meant I had to make my way down multiple stories just to realize the note about it was in the elevator (aka, lift, aka the thing you do not take in the case of fire).

We took the train in. It is virtually impossible to make train rides proper exciting (on par with reviewing hotels). Passing through the Chunnel is a bit fascinating because it is so relatively dark that it makes the windows of the train look like a long row of mirrors. And it makes your ears pop.

We also took the train back which was just about as pleasantly boring. Except I tried, and failed, to snap a photo of the Angel of the North. Every time the shutter would do its shutter-type thing, a building or tree would intervene.

This was post-holiday travel which meant folks were a bit more tired, grumpy, and sick. Added some spice. Some. Never a lot.

In between was Christmas with the extended family, some shopping, and far too much eating. I also got to spend my first Boxing Day in Britain. Pull my first Christmas cracker.

Of all the too-much-food we too-much-fooded, Buck’s Bar probably wins for most memorable. American style chicken restaurant with some strong vegan options. Went to the Mount Florida location and had a Nashville Hot Vegan (aka, the Vegan Hot Cock) with extra pickles. B made out with a huge vegan not-milkshake + Oreos. Right amount of spicy. Mine, not hers.

Also in the Mount Florida // Cathcart Road area we hit up Three of Cups (astounding vegan treats and good tea) and Mount Florida Books which, as a huge book nerd with all sorts of interests in queer and odd books, I can highly recommend.

Seriously, if you find yourself in Glasgow then trip out to that section of town and look around. Worth it.

There is, in the way of things, a hundred more things I can say (and five or so more eateries and shops I could shout out) or I could have cut out half of it.

I’ll leave with this for now, though. The first three or so days, there, through Christmas, Glasgow had been on its best behavior. Then, on Boxing Day, walking back from St. Enochs I saw two guys fighting with police intervention. Only the police left to see to a wreck and the guys were going their separate ways.

Right as I was walking up, guy #1 turned around and went back to guy #2 and all I heard was… “You want my name? Here’s my first name: Fuckoff!”

Ah, hungover Glasgow was healing.

The Devil Has a Lot of Fairs in Grimbergen + Pooping on a Train a Decade Ago

By Doug Bolden

On 2025-10-28

In Belgium, Daily Life, Memories, Words

We seem to get a lot of sunshowers [LGT: Wikipedia] here in Grimbergen, BE. The weather mix where it is raining while sunny.

Back in Alabama, I feel like you’d maybe see it once or twice a year. In Belgium, I’ve already seen a good dozen times over the three months I’ve been here. I have no idea if it is normal, or if I have some magic touch. Though, since the Flemish word for it seems to be Duiveltjeskermis (Devil’s Fair), “magic touch” might have a cursed connotation there.

You can probably not see much rain in either photo. Consider this something like a trust fall.

It’s also non-Summer Belgium, so you can barely see any sun. So it goes…

Three fun facts in which one is a follow-up of another:

(1) I had the window open [obv] in that second photo and while taking the picture, noticed the wind had shifted enough that it was starting to blow rain inside. Before I could shut the window, a quantity of rain poured all over my radiator, electric cords, power bank, and so forth. I had to rapidly shut everything down and unplug stuff while still covered in rain water.

(2) Whenever I see sunshowers, the Southern US phrase “The devil is beating his wife” pops in my head, which is frankly some Punch and Judy-level nonsense.

(3) Only that specific phrase doesn’t. My brain loves to say “God is beating His wife.” Which is potentially more blasphemous, though I’d argue that the extra-Biblical depiction of “The Devil” is plenty enough to go around to start.

Anyhow, the linked Wikipedia article has lots of fun phrases. My second most used, after “X is beating his Y” is “fox wedding” because I’m a weeb at heart.

I did have to check, though, because I was sure I had blogged about this before. Which I have. Though it seems like the actual discussion was on my old Livejournal, which has gone the way of Punch’s baby.

BONUS PHOTO: Pooping on a Train a Decade Ago

Ten years ago, today, Kaz and I were on our way to Providence, RI¹. It was a nice trip. Since one part was visiting H.P. Lovecraft’s graveside, I might post during spooky week.

That photo shows our toilet in our compartment. If you notice, it is right up against the seat. Meaning either you had to sit next to the person pooping or you had to sit across and stare them in the eyes. Good times.

That’s not even the worst “toilet business on a train story” I have. The worst was on a trip back from New Orleans when I was trying to pee. I was standing because I was not trusting the cleanliness of the shared seat. The train took a corner at speed which caused me to slip a bit and, well…

Sorry, Amtrak folk who had to wipe that down. I did do my best but it was a bit past what you could accomplish with train-quality toilet paper.

You can go ahead and put the “whoops” GIF here, too.

The photo was tagged by Google as being exactly a decade ago. It might have been the day before, since I would have had to get to a good connection to upload it. ↩︎

Still Getting Used to Dark Mornings

By Doug Bolden

On 2025-10-20

In Belgium, Daily Life, Discoveries, Expat Stuff, Memories

I know it’s a common features of expat blogs, of which this tangentially one, to focus on “10 things which shocked me!” type content but while there have been two dozen stacks of things to which I have had to adjust, I am not sure if many are really “shocking.” There’s a few I might share because of humor and anthropological studies type reasons, but overall I am pretty boring in that regard. Stuff is kind of the same but definitely not the same the world over.

There is one thing of which I was previously aware intellectually but in everyday practice has taken a bit of adjustment: the later morning sunrises.

That was taken at something like 07:08 this morning [2025-10-20]. My phone camera slightly lightened it. The sky was more true black at that angle though the light pollution of Brussels was pushing through a bit to the south.

I think you should at least get the idea. Squint a little while looking at it.

I appreciate this is a reality for millions of people and not really a big deal. It is fairly new to me, though.

I grew up in southern [aka Lower] Alabama in the United States. For most of my life, there was a rough idea of sunrise and sunset being similar throughout the year (there’s a four hour swing but Daylight Savings Time imbalances this to the evening side). 7am was pretty definitely post-dawn. 4pm was pre-Dusk. It got fuzzier after that.

Up until my 30s, all of my travel was across the American Southeast region. Alabama, Florida, the Carolinas, Tennessee, Mississippi, Georgia, and Louisiana. Probably in that order, though maybe more LA than GA. I think the furthest north I had ever been was Norfolk, VA. The furthest west was near-ish New Orleans, LA.

Occasionally I would read books like Dickens’ Pickwick Papers and it would talk about the sunlight fading at 11pm [aka, 23:00 in here terms] and I would be confused. I was aware of stuff like the so-called “midnight sun” but it took me a long time to really appreciate the difference. Even when I traveled to places like Boston, it never quite stuck.

My trip to Scotland, near Glasgow, in 2018 was probably the first time where I had that all important realization of proper first-hand experience. Around midsummer, the days were delightfully long which was probably terrible for jet lag but it was nice having a practicum.

It was similar to student-era me figuring out that integrating a curve = acceleration & area under curve = total distance traveled by an accelerating body. The kind of thing I could rationalize but actually using the math to predict real life objects and extrapolating that into new formulae was a big deal for me in my astrophysics days. Or when I began to work out multidimensional math and how frames of reference could be shifted and calculated in high school.

All that said, moving from a place with something like an 4-hour swing to a place with an 8-hour swing has been kind of neat. The ultimate practicum. I’m sure I’ll be fussy around mid-winter but we’ll see.

Blogging Down Memory Lane, Part 1: Doug’s RPG Page >>> “wYrmhole Games”

By Doug Bolden

On 2025-10-13

In Blog Stuff, Memories

When I was typing up the post about “reclaiming” Dickens of a Blog, I mentioned making a “Part 2” that would be a trip down memory lane. As I started gathering screenshots I realized that such a trip would involve three decades of websites and some of the early days would be awfully hard to document. I was still interested.

Then I started doing just that and realized that the post that resulted would be very long if I included any real detail.

I have now decided to keep up with the Blogging Down Memory Lane idea, but I’ll break it up into three or four posts, potentially more if there is good reason.

Let’s start:

Doug’s RPG Page

That is a rough mock-up since as far as I know, no actual record of the site remains.

My second ever website. Maybe my third. The early ones barely counted since they were largely just me typing some words and being amazed that hypertext worked.

Doug’s RPG Page represented the first time I was actively interested in having a complete website. It would have started sometime in 1997, likely near the summer of that year.

To this in perspective as to how long ago this was, if you do a search along the lines of “Top 10 Websites,” the only two that I can think of that would have existed at this time were Yahoo and Amazon. Google came out a year later. Most other big websites that are the cornerstones of the net nowadays were a fair bit later, still. Heck, it predated Goatse. We are talking about the days where HTML 3 was replacing HTML 2.

I used frames for goodness sake.

That was one of the lesser sins. There was a MIDI player that played a selection of music for visitors. There was a blinking marquee that scrolled and I cannot recall why I put it there (but I’m pretty sure it was red). Possibly irony. Probably something like “big updates” or some such.

If HTML tags like <frameset>, <marquee>, and <blink> mean nothing to you: you are lucky. It was a terrible time. Everything smelled of cigarette smoke and we had terrible websites.

Why I Made Doug’s RPG Page

Quite frankly, with apologies to Mallory, because it was there. The “it” in that quote would mean “the internet” as well “the ability to make your own websites”.

In 1997, my friend Jason and I offered to do something somewhat silly in retrospect: make a website for Jefferson Davis Community College. Not only is it frankly ridiculous that a couple of eighteen-/nineteen-year-olds would take it upon themselves to write a website for a business but neither Jason nor myself had any real web development experience. We knew the basics. That was it. No servers. No development team. Just an idea.

It ended up being a beautiful failure but by the end, we had worked out enough concepts that the college gave us thanks and then tasked someone much more professional to actually do it.

While doing that, the interest in making my own website grew and grew. Then I found out about Geocities. I’ll let you read the Wikipedia article about it but in the mid-90s, Geocities was a massive website hosting complex that allowed users to make a free website inside of “neighborhoods.” It was one of the highlights of the earlier web.

I made an account and plunked myself down in geocities > area51 > dimension > 9180 (it is strange how quickly I was able to recall that). Then I started posting stuff.

Remember that back in these days websites tended to have purpose so it was pretty common if you had things you wanted to say to the world you would find some excuse to express them. Jim’s Truck Page. Donna’s Potato Recipes Page. Doug’s RPG Page. There were plenty that would show up that would be Justin’s Random Stuff or whatnot but it felt odd to a lot of us back then to just post a blog-type page without something happening to make it feel justified.

And yes, blogging was already taking shape by this time.

What I Recall About It

Besides some of the stuff I posted above, I do not recall a lot. I do not even remember if it was organized around specific RPGs or by genre. There are some memories that stand out, though:

The biggest element that came out of that time period was Ghostlight. A quick, odd RPG I made about ghosts who live in an echo of the real world where their interaction with it is based on their emotions. Over time, emotions increase and wane.
I made a post showing a potential way to play games without a GM. The gist was to generate content on index cards as possible encounters and then to pull a few at a time and mash them up to tell short scenes and stories. While it was designed for GM-less play, it ended up matching some elements of Solo Play.
I had some non-RPG elements that included discussions of music (I do recall writing a rant about liking techno music and being irritated by people who kept asking me why I liked music with no lyrics) but do not recall how many sections that stuff had.

Over time, the non-RPG elements and elements about my daily life and stuff started taking over. Which is what effectively brought the project to a close. I was basically getting into blogging while still being in the mindset that websites needed purpose.

Other scant details drift to mind. I know I would toss in random coarse language and people would call me out for it. I think there was an old school chat room built into one of the pages?

Besides Ghostlight, there was at least one other RPG I posted to it, A.S.I.A. RPG. I have no archives of this but I’m guessing/think it stood for something like A Simple Interactive Adventure Roleplaying Game. Around this time and for a few years after, I was working on concepts like using short phrases and a system of wide | normal | narrow rankings so it might have used that. I think I wrote some stuff for FUDGE. I feel like I had some Call of Cthulhu / Beyond the Supernatural elements.

That is mostly guesswork.

I made a friends from it. I talked to other game designers. I met some people into the techno/edm scene who liked my discussions. It was mind-blowing for a person from the backwoods of lower alabama to suddenly be talking to people not only around the country but from other countries. It was nice.

My online username at the time was “dreamwyrm” and because of that I ended up getting a cameo of sorts in the webcomic Gaming Guardians and was friends with Graveyard Greg who wrote it. The Web Troll (artist) even made art that had my “Dream Wyrm” persona turned into a Buttonman.

For a country bumpkin to create a somewhat cringey 90s email address and a cringey 90s website, that was really cool. Heck, I still find that to be pretty damned cool.

The Death of Doug’s RPG Page and the start of wYrmhole Games

That above image is around 90% of what I know about the next part of this chapter. I grew unnecessarily frustrated with how much of the page had become a proto-blog and so took most of it offline (or at least delinked most of it). I wrote a short, rambling paragraph about how I was going to embark on a new design.

Just look at the stolen Michael Whelan artwork. Lord.

Also, while I had already started using “wyrmis” as an online name, it seems like “The Wyrm” and “WYRM” were frequent. Somewhere in here is where I came up with Wyrmis X. Simryw as an online name and sometimes started capitalizing only the Y: wYrmis. There was some joke about my name had a capital WHY. I’m a damned fool.

From that above screenshot, I am reminded of two elements that I had completely forgotten. First, I had had some discussion of videogames on the original site and wanted to expand that. We are entering the time period of the Playstation RPG explosion but were still close enough to the Super Nintendo days to still be reaping those benefits. For some dumb reason, I wanted to call this “Electronic Portals.” I don’t know if I ever did.

Second, I forgot that I had a period where I was pretty vocal about Christian roleplaying. A response of sort to the Satanic Panic and its continued presence in the mid- to late-90s in Lower Alabama. I don’t think anything really came of it. It has been a long time since I have identified as Christian.

The “Silver” there was another friend from my early college days: Lance.

After posting my, “Back soon, I promise, guys!,” I don’t think I ever returned. My protest about how my personal page had become too personal essentially just killed the whole project.

The other 10% I know, by the way, is that I had kept working on whatever the hell A.S.I.A. RPG was. I only know this because later on I had a post in later blog about moving version 2 to the new blog and making it version 3.

The mind truly boggles.

A Rough Timeline

A rough timeline of this area seems to be…

1997: Doug’s RPG Page is started
- 1998 (Summer): Ghostlight is added
1998 – 1999: Doug’s RPG is changed to “Wyrm’s Play”
- Most original pages were hidden but maybe not deleted
- Split into three sub-pages, all RPG focused
  - wYrmhole Games: Essentially the OG page
  - Electronic Portals: Console and Computer Videogames
  - Circle of Paladins: Roleplaying as a Christian
1999?: Rebranded back to just wYrmhole Games
- Other elements dropped? No clue.

Next Chapter

Next time, assuming I write the next part, will focus on a massive reversal to the mindset that destroyed Doug’s RPG Page: I rebranded the project to “Doug’s Webpage of Doug.” I am only half joking.