No, really, how lame am I?
It's the times like this morning, when I realize that last night I had a dream that I was telling someone about a neat campaign setting someone suggested on RPG.net yesterday.
Shockingly, they weren't really interested. And now, I am posting about it on LJ. Is that a step below or above shitty poetry and whiney, emo-kid cutter posts?
On a related note, there's another thread on RPG.net that I thought may amuse hideouspenguinb and maltlick, which asked what the worst LARP ideas ever are. The best suggestion I've seen was, of course, "The Camarilla."
I also yearn to run the Lunch Money LARP at Origins that is suggested in the thread: "Event will be held just after dark in the parking garage. Smack the attendees over the head with a pipe when they hand you their ticket, take their wallet and go back to the dealer room."
Anyway, I realize I am probably NOT gonna find out if poetry can matter since the book, Can Poetry Matter?, is sorta dry and uninteresting, so far. That's what I get for impulse purchases, but I suppose I should at least finish the title essay. Which means I need something to fill my time at the FP when I'm not wrasslin' with iambic pentameter or perusing the rules to The Shadow of Yesterday. hurrysundown has suggested I read Deerskin, and that may happen, but I've also been tempted towards Love in the Time of Cholera or As I Lay Dying. But, since I brought neither of those, I may break down and go buy No Exit at Faux-Borders today.
We'll see, I suppose.
Shockingly, they weren't really interested. And now, I am posting about it on LJ. Is that a step below or above shitty poetry and whiney, emo-kid cutter posts?
On a related note, there's another thread on RPG.net that I thought may amuse hideouspenguinb and maltlick, which asked what the worst LARP ideas ever are. The best suggestion I've seen was, of course, "The Camarilla."
I also yearn to run the Lunch Money LARP at Origins that is suggested in the thread: "Event will be held just after dark in the parking garage. Smack the attendees over the head with a pipe when they hand you their ticket, take their wallet and go back to the dealer room."
Anyway, I realize I am probably NOT gonna find out if poetry can matter since the book, Can Poetry Matter?, is sorta dry and uninteresting, so far. That's what I get for impulse purchases, but I suppose I should at least finish the title essay. Which means I need something to fill my time at the FP when I'm not wrasslin' with iambic pentameter or perusing the rules to The Shadow of Yesterday. hurrysundown has suggested I read Deerskin, and that may happen, but I've also been tempted towards Love in the Time of Cholera or As I Lay Dying. But, since I brought neither of those, I may break down and go buy No Exit at Faux-Borders today.
We'll see, I suppose.