last night, at
Death Guild, I was standing on the balcony, gazing down on the dancers below, when a friend sidled up to me and said, "That's the beauty of going out in a new city. Everyone looks hot when you don't know their past."
I need to remember to use that in a story sometime.
this trifle is dedicated to every cheesey faux-noir statement that a White Wolf player has uttered while roleplaying their way through a nightclub infested with vampires, werewolves and magi. It is also partially dedicated to
the inane little lawsuit that White Wolf is conducting against Sony Pictures and Underworld.
and in other movie tie-in related news -- you know a movie trend's got a new level of crossover, when a tony magazine like The Atlantic Monthly runs
a cover article talking about pirates. William
"NYC Reconstruction = teh suck" Langewiesche's article on the anarchy of modern seas is not available online, but it's worth reading anyway if only 'cos it makes the Straits of Malacca sound like a grand scale version of Grand Theft Auto III, except with supertankers. The author, unfortunately, does not describe any of the pirates saying
"arrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"