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Oct. 9th, 2001 01:20 pmEspecially when Willow is the featured picture for your birth month.
So much happening, so much catching up to do. Friday night Mathew ran a one shot for us, as Tina was having problem getting her story to work. Storytelling is a daunting task, for those who aren't accustomed to it. We had an interesting temporal loop story, which kept us guessing. It's frustrating when the player knows what's going on, and the character has no idea. But that's just part of the game sometimes.
Saturday was the kickoff of the Warhammer League, so I packed up my unlucky Dark Elves and drove out to Danger Planet in Waltham. My first game was against another Dark Elf army, and I was wiped out to the last man in turn 5. Needless to say, I was discouraged. Needless to say, I dove back into things. My second game was much better, in that it ended up being a draw, with much carnage on both sides. David's Orc and Goblin army put up a good fight, as did mine. Glad to see that things don't look too hopeless. The downside was some jerk kids stealing one of my figures practically from under my nose. Then a slew of other minor problems cropped up, all conspiring to create a rocky weekend for me. The problems were summarily dismissed, and I made it home to pick up Mat and Regina for Phillip and Laurie's party. A harrowing ride later (complete with getting lost and running a red light by complete accident) we arrived, to an amazing decorated house. Lots of elegant furniture everywhere, tasty food and beverages, and good company. There were fewer people there than I expected, although distance and the Neil Gaiman/Harlan Ellison talks may have contributed to that. I especially liked the Red Room.
Sunday was a day of painting, and learning that we had begun air strikes against the Taliban. One on hand, I'm impressed by the combination of messages we are sending: bombs for the Taliban, humanitarian aid to the people of Afghanistan. It's else encouraging that our allies are sticking by us, and British planes are even taking part in the attacks. On the downside, I'm sure there will be civilian casualties, despite our best efforts. It will really remain to be seen if this has any impact on the situation there. Oh, and Bin Laden? I watched his interview, mangled as it was by the translator. A fanatic is a fanatic is a fanatic. He reminds me of Jerry Falwell. The crap these assholes spew out in the name of religion... *spits, rinses mouth out*, there, that's better. I found it very ironic that Osama said "America will not know peace until Palestine does." which was immediately followed with "Palestinian leaders are distancing themselves from Bin Laden's comments". Smart move, really. Wasn't there something else going on Sunday? Oh yes, the bright spot to the day, the SubStance concert at the Middle East.
I managed to catch the end of BTU (shameful ego stroking), then watched Scissorkiss, AEC, and Project: Sphere. I liked the nice contrast of musical styles and presences on stage. Scissorkiss put on a great show as always, this was a cut above the average I think. Mathew always looks like something is about to go wrong onstage though. The trials of equipment shorting out perhaps. But I still love hearing them. AEC was a straight up industrial/synth pop act, no instruments at all. Very ballsy, with a nice stage show. The singer was a surprise, I've seen her all the time at ManRay, but had no idea she could sing. Project: Sphere was the biggest surprise of the night. I'm amazed at the power of music. Eartha is a very small, petite woman. Yet her show conveyed a strength and power you "three times her size." Lots of percussion, tribal beats, and a well done video backdrop to her music. That's what's so awesome about music, or art, or creativity: the output can be so vast, despite the size of the source.
the above review sounds really weird or biased somehow. eh, roll with it
Monday, Monday. More vegging, more painting. Mathew came over and we played Worms:Armageddon for a while, then ate sushi. We had some good conversation, I always enjoy talking to Mathew. I wish I could talk to some of my other friends as easily, more than the usual club banter. But such things, will come in time, or they won't. Mat started to crash, so he packed up and I got ready to tape Angel. The show is very solidly written this season. The stories are very engaging, and they are working the new characters in slowly and patiently. I think the writes at Buffy will have the work cut out for them to match the quality level. I drove to Ceremony, and danced a fair bit, thought not as much as I usually do. I think I watched another potential opportunity pass me by, but was hardly surprised by that. It's all in the way you operate. Or don't operate. Better to wait for a comfortable environment, then to walk into something all flustered and inappropriate. My mind clouded with sleep and conflicting thoughts, I drove through the night to my home, where my comforter awaited. Curled up and staring at the ceiling, I slept.
So much happening, so much catching up to do. Friday night Mathew ran a one shot for us, as Tina was having problem getting her story to work. Storytelling is a daunting task, for those who aren't accustomed to it. We had an interesting temporal loop story, which kept us guessing. It's frustrating when the player knows what's going on, and the character has no idea. But that's just part of the game sometimes.
Saturday was the kickoff of the Warhammer League, so I packed up my unlucky Dark Elves and drove out to Danger Planet in Waltham. My first game was against another Dark Elf army, and I was wiped out to the last man in turn 5. Needless to say, I was discouraged. Needless to say, I dove back into things. My second game was much better, in that it ended up being a draw, with much carnage on both sides. David's Orc and Goblin army put up a good fight, as did mine. Glad to see that things don't look too hopeless. The downside was some jerk kids stealing one of my figures practically from under my nose. Then a slew of other minor problems cropped up, all conspiring to create a rocky weekend for me. The problems were summarily dismissed, and I made it home to pick up Mat and Regina for Phillip and Laurie's party. A harrowing ride later (complete with getting lost and running a red light by complete accident) we arrived, to an amazing decorated house. Lots of elegant furniture everywhere, tasty food and beverages, and good company. There were fewer people there than I expected, although distance and the Neil Gaiman/Harlan Ellison talks may have contributed to that. I especially liked the Red Room.
Sunday was a day of painting, and learning that we had begun air strikes against the Taliban. One on hand, I'm impressed by the combination of messages we are sending: bombs for the Taliban, humanitarian aid to the people of Afghanistan. It's else encouraging that our allies are sticking by us, and British planes are even taking part in the attacks. On the downside, I'm sure there will be civilian casualties, despite our best efforts. It will really remain to be seen if this has any impact on the situation there. Oh, and Bin Laden? I watched his interview, mangled as it was by the translator. A fanatic is a fanatic is a fanatic. He reminds me of Jerry Falwell. The crap these assholes spew out in the name of religion... *spits, rinses mouth out*, there, that's better. I found it very ironic that Osama said "America will not know peace until Palestine does." which was immediately followed with "Palestinian leaders are distancing themselves from Bin Laden's comments". Smart move, really. Wasn't there something else going on Sunday? Oh yes, the bright spot to the day, the SubStance concert at the Middle East.
I managed to catch the end of BTU (shameful ego stroking), then watched Scissorkiss, AEC, and Project: Sphere. I liked the nice contrast of musical styles and presences on stage. Scissorkiss put on a great show as always, this was a cut above the average I think. Mathew always looks like something is about to go wrong onstage though. The trials of equipment shorting out perhaps. But I still love hearing them. AEC was a straight up industrial/synth pop act, no instruments at all. Very ballsy, with a nice stage show. The singer was a surprise, I've seen her all the time at ManRay, but had no idea she could sing. Project: Sphere was the biggest surprise of the night. I'm amazed at the power of music. Eartha is a very small, petite woman. Yet her show conveyed a strength and power you "three times her size." Lots of percussion, tribal beats, and a well done video backdrop to her music. That's what's so awesome about music, or art, or creativity: the output can be so vast, despite the size of the source.
the above review sounds really weird or biased somehow. eh, roll with it
Monday, Monday. More vegging, more painting. Mathew came over and we played Worms:Armageddon for a while, then ate sushi. We had some good conversation, I always enjoy talking to Mathew. I wish I could talk to some of my other friends as easily, more than the usual club banter. But such things, will come in time, or they won't. Mat started to crash, so he packed up and I got ready to tape Angel. The show is very solidly written this season. The stories are very engaging, and they are working the new characters in slowly and patiently. I think the writes at Buffy will have the work cut out for them to match the quality level. I drove to Ceremony, and danced a fair bit, thought not as much as I usually do. I think I watched another potential opportunity pass me by, but was hardly surprised by that. It's all in the way you operate. Or don't operate. Better to wait for a comfortable environment, then to walk into something all flustered and inappropriate. My mind clouded with sleep and conflicting thoughts, I drove through the night to my home, where my comforter awaited. Curled up and staring at the ceiling, I slept.
