Blonk.
Well, after a couple days of basically not writing anything of significance, I'll get a couple things off my chest.
First, though, a non-sensical quiz.
You paid attention during 100% of high school!
85-100% You must be an autodidact, because American high schools don't get scores that high! Good show, old chap!
Do you deserve your high school diploma?
Make a Quiz
Not bad, since it was twenty years ago.
Gaming has been bad this year (and I relate this to the school year, by ancient gaming tradition). I don't mean the nature of the game has been bad. We've been playing well enough, and I'm not feeling all burned out or unappreciated, or whatever. Cold City was great, and I think we got in just enough for us to love the game, without trying to wrap ourselves around a pole trying to extend things into a campaign, our usual preference.
And the introduction of Burning Wheel hasn't been as bumpy as it might have been, Tim & Tim have dealt well with the Crunch, and once Rob comes along I think he'll fit in well. He's a crunchist from the old days, and I think Burning Wheel's Crunch-with-purpose, instead of for Crunch's sake, or in the name of realism, or whatever will fit well with him, even though he is the one whose character was abused most by the conversion. I just wish someone on the Burning Wheel boards would acknowledge my input. Alas, my history as a famous thread-closer continues unabated.
It's our frequency has really left a lot to be desired. Life has reared it's ugly head, and week after week gaming gets shot down. Now, I'm all about Life, although I don't have much of one. I support people (even my players :)) putting family, work, or other Life Stuff first. It's just all come together in a big clump, from all the players and myself. And I think it's going to continue.
We've had a pretty good run, with weekly games (meaning two weeks out of three) rolling by month after month. But I think we'll be lucky to get two sessions in a month over the next while. My next trip to Oz isn't going to help that.
I've even doubled and tripled up on games, getting a Wednesday Delta Green game in run by Little Tim, and planning a Monday night Savage Worlds game that hasn't started up yet, but the Wednesday game is as sporadic as the Sunday game, for all the same reasons.
The whole thing is leaving me gaming-unfulfilled. :)
Geek Cachet
The 7-11 guy is trying to impress me with his Geek cachet again. This time it isn't game soundtracks played a little louder when I walk in, nor inquiring about how much I love console games (not much ... and Aeris dies, and I'm pretty much over that). This time he dropped a reference that he had his D&D dice at work with him. And man, did it stretch the bounds of the conversation.
Imagine you work at 7-11. A man in army clothes walks up, and puts a coffee that he wants to purchase on the counter, and reaches into his pocket for the requisite change.
Now. What do you say, that makes a reference to your D&D dice a sensible part of the conversation?
I'd love to know, because his made fuck-all sense.
I'm not ashamed of being a gamer. I'm not "in the closet" about it. Hell, half of my casual clothes fashion-statement is somehow game-referential. But be damned if I feel the need to throw it down peoples' throats. Have some decorum, man!
Still, maybe he's a lonely gamer, with no one to talk to. I guess it wouldn't hurt to be a little friendlier from now on. Okay, okay, I promise to be a little friendlier from now on.
But I'm not inviting him into my game.
Life
In life news, I delivered my 60 Days Notice to Sean. I haven't found a new place yet, as all the places in the paper are focusing on Rent Now! or Dec 1st, still too early.
The thought of not having corbits around every day? She's been my room-mate for the last five years. I'm going to miss her terribly. Let alone my two fuzzy buddies, Bobby and Vito. (Since I am away every Summer, living alone and having pets is pretty much a no-go -- so Corinna gets the "kids").
Others have said it already, but that was a good, old-school episode of Lost. Damn, the Tail-aways don't have much endurance, much sustain, do they? How many are left now? Exactly. And it was nice to see the Others and not tread all over my peeves with disempowerment. Jericho & Smallville will have to wait until tomorrow afternoon.
Oh. And I may end up in London this weekend. Urk. And a lot of other weekends. Urk-urk. Such is the wonder of being a Class B Wage Slave.
Number of words written so far on NaNoWriMo? 0. And that's fine, because I don't have the endurance to participate. Not and try to play in three roleplaying games a week! :)
Ciao.
Doug, exuent stage right, pursued by panthers.
First, though, a non-sensical quiz.
You paid attention during 100% of high school!
85-100% You must be an autodidact, because American high schools don't get scores that high! Good show, old chap!
Do you deserve your high school diploma?
Make a Quiz
Not bad, since it was twenty years ago.
Gaming has been bad this year (and I relate this to the school year, by ancient gaming tradition). I don't mean the nature of the game has been bad. We've been playing well enough, and I'm not feeling all burned out or unappreciated, or whatever. Cold City was great, and I think we got in just enough for us to love the game, without trying to wrap ourselves around a pole trying to extend things into a campaign, our usual preference.
And the introduction of Burning Wheel hasn't been as bumpy as it might have been, Tim & Tim have dealt well with the Crunch, and once Rob comes along I think he'll fit in well. He's a crunchist from the old days, and I think Burning Wheel's Crunch-with-purpose, instead of for Crunch's sake, or in the name of realism, or whatever will fit well with him, even though he is the one whose character was abused most by the conversion. I just wish someone on the Burning Wheel boards would acknowledge my input. Alas, my history as a famous thread-closer continues unabated.
It's our frequency has really left a lot to be desired. Life has reared it's ugly head, and week after week gaming gets shot down. Now, I'm all about Life, although I don't have much of one. I support people (even my players :)) putting family, work, or other Life Stuff first. It's just all come together in a big clump, from all the players and myself. And I think it's going to continue.
We've had a pretty good run, with weekly games (meaning two weeks out of three) rolling by month after month. But I think we'll be lucky to get two sessions in a month over the next while. My next trip to Oz isn't going to help that.
I've even doubled and tripled up on games, getting a Wednesday Delta Green game in run by Little Tim, and planning a Monday night Savage Worlds game that hasn't started up yet, but the Wednesday game is as sporadic as the Sunday game, for all the same reasons.
The whole thing is leaving me gaming-unfulfilled. :)
Geek Cachet
The 7-11 guy is trying to impress me with his Geek cachet again. This time it isn't game soundtracks played a little louder when I walk in, nor inquiring about how much I love console games (not much ... and Aeris dies, and I'm pretty much over that). This time he dropped a reference that he had his D&D dice at work with him. And man, did it stretch the bounds of the conversation.
Imagine you work at 7-11. A man in army clothes walks up, and puts a coffee that he wants to purchase on the counter, and reaches into his pocket for the requisite change.
Now. What do you say, that makes a reference to your D&D dice a sensible part of the conversation?
I'd love to know, because his made fuck-all sense.
I'm not ashamed of being a gamer. I'm not "in the closet" about it. Hell, half of my casual clothes fashion-statement is somehow game-referential. But be damned if I feel the need to throw it down peoples' throats. Have some decorum, man!
Still, maybe he's a lonely gamer, with no one to talk to. I guess it wouldn't hurt to be a little friendlier from now on. Okay, okay, I promise to be a little friendlier from now on.
But I'm not inviting him into my game.
Life
In life news, I delivered my 60 Days Notice to Sean. I haven't found a new place yet, as all the places in the paper are focusing on Rent Now! or Dec 1st, still too early.
The thought of not having corbits around every day? She's been my room-mate for the last five years. I'm going to miss her terribly. Let alone my two fuzzy buddies, Bobby and Vito. (Since I am away every Summer, living alone and having pets is pretty much a no-go -- so Corinna gets the "kids").
Others have said it already, but that was a good, old-school episode of Lost. Damn, the Tail-aways don't have much endurance, much sustain, do they? How many are left now? Exactly. And it was nice to see the Others and not tread all over my peeves with disempowerment. Jericho & Smallville will have to wait until tomorrow afternoon.
Oh. And I may end up in London this weekend. Urk. And a lot of other weekends. Urk-urk. Such is the wonder of being a Class B Wage Slave.
Number of words written so far on NaNoWriMo? 0. And that's fine, because I don't have the endurance to participate. Not and try to play in three roleplaying games a week! :)
Ciao.
Doug, exuent stage right, pursued by panthers.