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For those who might have heard me bitching about my financial situation, that is all set. I am relatively flush and will not be calling escort agencies any time soon. (Looking into using this to find some sort of place to stay before I go nuts from couch-surfing.)
Also, for those who saw me breaking down at Intercon (which is to say, um, everyone at Intercon, and I apologize for the mess), I am now doing much better. Got to Mass later that Sunday up at the O.T.O., which was exactly what I needed. (The Book of the Law does funny things to one's brain, and I think it says something very strange about me that I find it intensely comforting. Definitely been heading in a Thelemic direction recently. Huzzah?) I'm still kind of...low momentum, I think is the word.
Played Clue with my parents last night. Three-person Clue, so relatively easily. My hand was almost all rooms, which was a huge advantage--I could rule out half the board from the case file before even making my first move. And I had the information to accuse several turns before everyone else.
So I did.
I keep a two-part notation while I'm playing Clue. One logic grid with all cards and all players, which is essentially how the game works, and one list of questions and people's answers. (Y'know, Foo said that Green did it with the Gun in the Conservatory, Bar passed, I flashed the gun to Foo.) My last question was a simple test: to know what I needed to know to accuse, I had to see which of two cards, same type, that person to my immediate left had in their hand. Easily set up.
I wrote down the answer correctly in the answer list. Then I filled in the logic grid wrong. And then I accused--with one answer wrong. Not because I didn't know, but because I'd written it down wrong. And lost.
(Also, somebody besides my father winning Clue in my family is a big deal. I was all set to beat him and everything!)
So. Huge starting advantage, played cleverly, got everything lined up right, then made one little negligent mistake and lost. The story of my fucking life.
On the plus side of last night, though, got to borrow my mother's art table, compasses, bristol board, etcetera, and play around with geometry for the first time in ages. Whee! Promptly looked up approximate constructions for heptagons so as to make seven-pointed stars. Go figure.
Also, for those who saw me breaking down at Intercon (which is to say, um, everyone at Intercon, and I apologize for the mess), I am now doing much better. Got to Mass later that Sunday up at the O.T.O., which was exactly what I needed. (The Book of the Law does funny things to one's brain, and I think it says something very strange about me that I find it intensely comforting. Definitely been heading in a Thelemic direction recently. Huzzah?) I'm still kind of...low momentum, I think is the word.
Played Clue with my parents last night. Three-person Clue, so relatively easily. My hand was almost all rooms, which was a huge advantage--I could rule out half the board from the case file before even making my first move. And I had the information to accuse several turns before everyone else.
So I did.
I keep a two-part notation while I'm playing Clue. One logic grid with all cards and all players, which is essentially how the game works, and one list of questions and people's answers. (Y'know, Foo said that Green did it with the Gun in the Conservatory, Bar passed, I flashed the gun to Foo.) My last question was a simple test: to know what I needed to know to accuse, I had to see which of two cards, same type, that person to my immediate left had in their hand. Easily set up.
I wrote down the answer correctly in the answer list. Then I filled in the logic grid wrong. And then I accused--with one answer wrong. Not because I didn't know, but because I'd written it down wrong. And lost.
(Also, somebody besides my father winning Clue in my family is a big deal. I was all set to beat him and everything!)
So. Huge starting advantage, played cleverly, got everything lined up right, then made one little negligent mistake and lost. The story of my fucking life.
On the plus side of last night, though, got to borrow my mother's art table, compasses, bristol board, etcetera, and play around with geometry for the first time in ages. Whee! Promptly looked up approximate constructions for heptagons so as to make seven-pointed stars. Go figure.