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Yesterday was my mother's fiftieth birthday.
I cried all morning because of things I don't know if I want to talk about. There was air conditioning in my room, which meant I was at least comfortable in my miserable wallowing.
Mom took Isaac and me to ice cream at Rancatore's in Lexington. I had oreo cream and black raspberry. The oreo cream was good, but the black raspberry tasted like plain ice cream with a faint wash of raspberry in it. Oh well.
After we were done eating, she drove us to Wilson's Farms to buy pie and a snack for Teen Night. They had all sorts of pretty food in the bakery section.
Teen night was. . .interesting. I spent a lot of it talking to Girome while everyone else ignored him. Girome is fascinating. He has all sorts of stories about himself and his family, some of which are so outlandish I'm not sure I can believe him. Whether or not the stories are true, they're all interesting.
I took the worst picture ever while I was there. Here it is.
And that was the end of yesterday.
Today wasn't that eventful. I went and bought shoes for the conference in New York. They're men's shoes, black leather, a sort of loafery affair. I've had them for less than 24 hours and I'm already in love with them.
For someone as unfeminine as I am, I really like shoes. I guess the difference is I like work boots and formal Italian dress shoes, not high heels and frilly little flats.
The other thing that happened was Dungeons and Dragons.
The orc we were negotiating with said he'd let our party be part of the tribe if we killed all of the people living in the village they were fighting against. So we did. Tommy decided it was a good idea to tell the village's leader that there was a plague going around, and that our party was a party of healers and needed to check each villager individually to see if they were sick, and then after the leader let us into the village, kill the villagers one by one.
That was the plan we ended up going with, which was kind of problem because although Kay's and my characters are both true neutral, Tommy's is lawful good and Adam's is neutral good. Kay's character, Hu, had to trick both of them into doing it. Hu and my character were the only ones who knew what was going on--everyone else was tricked by Hu's beguiler powers.
So that was a little weird. It's sort of funny that Tommy and Adam, who both have good characters, were far less disturbed by our genocidal behavior in-game than Kay and I were. I don't even know why it bothered me so much. I talk about horrible things, death and murder, fairly often, and that's not usually a problem. I think it might have been the inhumanity of the slaughter. Normally when I think of murder, I think of a single killer and either one or a small pool of victims. That's much more human and intimate than killing an entire village.
I just used the words 'human' and 'intimate' to talk about serial murder. I think I should stop thinking about this soon before I get any more looney-sounding.
I stayed late after D&D. Theo showed Kay and me silly youtube videos like the horrible Cyriak one with the sheep.
Warning: vaguely nauseating/disturbing
Kay and I talked about my personal life. I don't know why I feel comfortable talking about that with her when I'm not with most people, but I don't mind because it's a good thing.
I don't know.
My headphones are breaking all over. They have tape on them in two places. They are nice headphones, or at least they used to be. I'm not pleased. They cost more money than I wanted to spend and now they're breaking. I wish the industry didn't engineer things to break after a certain period of time. It's bothersome.
I cried all morning because of things I don't know if I want to talk about. There was air conditioning in my room, which meant I was at least comfortable in my miserable wallowing.
Mom took Isaac and me to ice cream at Rancatore's in Lexington. I had oreo cream and black raspberry. The oreo cream was good, but the black raspberry tasted like plain ice cream with a faint wash of raspberry in it. Oh well.
After we were done eating, she drove us to Wilson's Farms to buy pie and a snack for Teen Night. They had all sorts of pretty food in the bakery section.
Teen night was. . .interesting. I spent a lot of it talking to Girome while everyone else ignored him. Girome is fascinating. He has all sorts of stories about himself and his family, some of which are so outlandish I'm not sure I can believe him. Whether or not the stories are true, they're all interesting.
I took the worst picture ever while I was there. Here it is.
And that was the end of yesterday.
Today wasn't that eventful. I went and bought shoes for the conference in New York. They're men's shoes, black leather, a sort of loafery affair. I've had them for less than 24 hours and I'm already in love with them.
For someone as unfeminine as I am, I really like shoes. I guess the difference is I like work boots and formal Italian dress shoes, not high heels and frilly little flats.
The other thing that happened was Dungeons and Dragons.
The orc we were negotiating with said he'd let our party be part of the tribe if we killed all of the people living in the village they were fighting against. So we did. Tommy decided it was a good idea to tell the village's leader that there was a plague going around, and that our party was a party of healers and needed to check each villager individually to see if they were sick, and then after the leader let us into the village, kill the villagers one by one.
That was the plan we ended up going with, which was kind of problem because although Kay's and my characters are both true neutral, Tommy's is lawful good and Adam's is neutral good. Kay's character, Hu, had to trick both of them into doing it. Hu and my character were the only ones who knew what was going on--everyone else was tricked by Hu's beguiler powers.
So that was a little weird. It's sort of funny that Tommy and Adam, who both have good characters, were far less disturbed by our genocidal behavior in-game than Kay and I were. I don't even know why it bothered me so much. I talk about horrible things, death and murder, fairly often, and that's not usually a problem. I think it might have been the inhumanity of the slaughter. Normally when I think of murder, I think of a single killer and either one or a small pool of victims. That's much more human and intimate than killing an entire village.
I just used the words 'human' and 'intimate' to talk about serial murder. I think I should stop thinking about this soon before I get any more looney-sounding.
I stayed late after D&D. Theo showed Kay and me silly youtube videos like the horrible Cyriak one with the sheep.
Warning: vaguely nauseating/disturbing
Click to viewKay and I talked about my personal life. I don't know why I feel comfortable talking about that with her when I'm not with most people, but I don't mind because it's a good thing.
I don't know.
My headphones are breaking all over. They have tape on them in two places. They are nice headphones, or at least they used to be. I'm not pleased. They cost more money than I wanted to spend and now they're breaking. I wish the industry didn't engineer things to break after a certain period of time. It's bothersome.