I ordered Greg Stolze's newest game,
Reign earlier today. I didn't want to but it's got its own runic language, and I couldn't resist. It uses the One Roll Engine, same as Monsters and Other Childish Things, which is a fantastic game. I ran it on monday and it went pretty well, with some wonderful monsters being created. Reign is print-on-demand, so it'll be about a month until I get it, and I'll be living back in Romsey, game-groupless. Sadface. But dudes, its own runic language.
Sticking vaguely with a Stolze theme, on the Unknown Armies facebook group people were recommending a film called Intacto, a spanish film about dudes who can steal other dude's luck. Yes, it is very Unknown Armies, and it's also pretty good. Max Von Sydow is in it, along with a bunch of spanish people. How many languages does Max Von Sydow speak? Dude was born in Swedenland, has lived in Italyland, Franceland and Americaland, and apparently speaks Spanish as well. Anyway, Intacto is pretty cool but not as cool as it wants to be.
Just so you know, I'm writing this update in many parts. I don't have a lot to say, so yesterday evening I wrote that but about reign, then just before going to bed I wrote about Intacto, and now it's tomorrow and I'm writing about sad music.
I woke up early this morning, and lay in bed wondering what the saddest songs I have on my computer are. I've got at least two actually called The Saddest Song (one by the Ataris, one by Easyworld) but I don't think either of them are the saddest song. Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley is pretty sad, as is Tonight by Easyworld. I'm listening to Konstantine by Something Corporate at the moment. It's slow and piano-y and beautiful, same as Tonight and Hallelujah but it's not really sad, as such.
(It is later.) I want to like this Nine Inch Nails track, Just Like You Imagined. It's the one that was used in the 300 trailer and it worked really well there. It should be really good, but there's something not quite right about it. I think maybe NIN just suck?
When there is kitchen space I'm going to cook more mexican chicken and rice, and while eating it I'm going to watch Brick, a film about the serious world of high school crime. It's supposed to be pretty good. It's got 7.7 on imdb. Sometimes in my head I pronounce it Eye-Em-Dee-Bee, other times I call it IM-dib. This time was an IM-dib. Sometimes in my head I call it IM-duh-buh, but I'm not sure why. I will continue this update after I watch Brick.
Actually I have a bit more to say while waiting for fun chicken cooking space. The next American presidential nominee candidate debates are happening in a few days time. I know that this early I'm the only person outside of the USA who cares, but I still love it. Though I've come to the realisation that I go into Republican debates a lot more optimistic than I do Democrat ones. Watching the reds, I'm waiting for one candidate (so far Ron Paul) to prove that Republicans aren't evil. But when I watch the blues, I'm waiting for the candidates to falter, to show that they're not all great and good. Gonna go check on the kitchen now.
(More later.)
"Go at me if you want it, Hash-head. I've got all five senses and I slept last night. That puts me six up on the lot of you."
Brick is great. It's a film noir, 'bout a dead girl and a drug deal, set around a high school. A proper film noir, with fast dialogue, quirky lingo and balls of fucking steel. It got special jury award at the sundance a few years ago and I can see why. Tarantino meets Veronica Mars.