... the IT man in LibraryLand
This year for Australia Day I patriotically celebrated by accepting The Viking Hat GM's invite to see his new house and indulge in yet more Gygax style old school gaming.
There were another five gamers there of which I had only played with one before so it was cool to experience play with new people - and they were all fun to play with, plus there were snacks.
I do think that The Viking Hat GM has gone soft after missing out on gaming for the last few months of his packing and moving as he only killed three of the characters and the worst thing we faced was a basilisk unlike the horrors of last time. Kiwi Nick has written the chronicle of our game if you're interested.
I was going to go home for the evening but TVHGM offered free dinner and a free beer. Uncharacteristically I ended up spending the rest of the evening in conversation with him until, in a desperate effort to make me leave, he subjected me to the latest atrocity from Uwe Bolle - In the Name of the King: A Dungeon Siege Tale. Needless to say I ambled out of there as fast as I could despite remembering BestFriendSincePrep giving it a "Best Movie Ever!" rating.
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... The Collection of Short Stories
My apologies for going almost a fortnight between updates however I have been suffering under the ravages of my unshakable man-cold and - yes Supervisor Grand Chief K - working quite a lot.
The gap has however allowed me to gather up a collection of small tales of the events that have occurred during my absence.
So let's begin...
The Duchess and the Admiral
I had the opportunity to play this with Pirate Dave and Juzzy J Thursday week.
Hmmm, perhaps I better point out it was a role-playing game.
Hmmm, maybe a better further point out it was role-playing in the dice, pen, and paper sort and not the other kind.
Anyway, with The Bastard's back problems re-surfacing I have been handed the gaming reins and, as I am so busy with work, rather than spend oodles of time prepping I have been experimenting with some quick random dice rolls for the initial set-up and then improvising the evenings episode. I have dubbed it Random Travelling and with this Thursday's game going well it seems to be a success.
The Corporate Image
Friday week I was back in the Corporate castle working hard imaging up a pair of computers for the library. Whilst slaving away there I was introduced to The Warden the new boss of all things IT.
Farewell to The Doctor
After the hard working week my Saturday was a reasonably relaxed day at home. I finished my watching of the second season of the new Doctor Who. I am really quite fond of it, although I suspect the emotional resonance bits that I like were virtually non-existent in the original so traditional fans may want to burn me in effigy.
Avoiding doom with Doom
After a coffee catchup with Rugrat Twin the rest of my Sunday was devoted to gaming. The main
game of the afternoon was Doom's sprawling Arkham Horror boardgame and we were surprisingly effective in preventing eldritch horror from manifesting and destroying the earth - yay us!
The Twilight Party
After two long, hardworking days back at work I was looking forward to crashing this school holiday event. However Lord of the Small Fries banned me from participating despite my claims that an old man hanging out with teenage girls was completely on theme for Twilight and besides I am only a third of the age of perfect Edward. Oh well at least I was able to console myself with leftover pizza from the party.
Setting the date
Thursday morn brought me back to the Physio and we determined the date for my return to soccer. Oh and since many of you undoubtedly though this was Svetlana related I should mention that I had myself a quite short haircut afterwards that would most likely not be approved of by the lady herself and will most likely see her show up on my doorstep to chastise me any day now.
A real werewolf film
After making it late to farewell drinks because of having lots of work to do I scooted home to catch up with BestFriendSincePrep to go and see Underworld: Rise of the Lycans a really and truly werewolf film. Considering how bad the second in the series was this one was quite enjoyable although it was quite dark and I did feel like shining a spotlight at the screen to see what was going on.
The Morning Nip
I resumed my morning walk/jogs this morning after a couple of weeks off due to illness and work commitments.
So calmly dragging myself along the path I was suddenly beset upon by a vicious pack of bloodthirsty yippy dogs. One of them took it upon himself to stretch up and bite me just below the knee (the good one thankfully) then as I was busy saying ow he nipped around to do the other side. It didn't seem to bad so I let the owner off with only a mildly upset look and was on my way again.
Now in the cold light of afternoon I sit here anxiously awaiting the onset of rabies - or perhaps even werewolfism (and I really don't relish the idea of turning into a yippy dog at the full moon).
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The gap has however allowed me to gather up a collection of small tales of the events that have occurred during my absence.
So let's begin...
The Duchess and the Admiral
I had the opportunity to play this with Pirate Dave and Juzzy J Thursday week.
Hmmm, perhaps I better point out it was a role-playing game.
Hmmm, maybe a better further point out it was role-playing in the dice, pen, and paper sort and not the other kind.
Anyway, with The Bastard's back problems re-surfacing I have been handed the gaming reins and, as I am so busy with work, rather than spend oodles of time prepping I have been experimenting with some quick random dice rolls for the initial set-up and then improvising the evenings episode. I have dubbed it Random Travelling and with this Thursday's game going well it seems to be a success.
The Corporate Image
Friday week I was back in the Corporate castle working hard imaging up a pair of computers for the library. Whilst slaving away there I was introduced to The Warden the new boss of all things IT.
Farewell to The Doctor
After the hard working week my Saturday was a reasonably relaxed day at home. I finished my watching of the second season of the new Doctor Who. I am really quite fond of it, although I suspect the emotional resonance bits that I like were virtually non-existent in the original so traditional fans may want to burn me in effigy.
Avoiding doom with Doom
After a coffee catchup with Rugrat Twin the rest of my Sunday was devoted to gaming. The main
game of the afternoon was Doom's sprawling Arkham Horror boardgame and we were surprisingly effective in preventing eldritch horror from manifesting and destroying the earth - yay us!
The Twilight Party
After two long, hardworking days back at work I was looking forward to crashing this school holiday event. However Lord of the Small Fries banned me from participating despite my claims that an old man hanging out with teenage girls was completely on theme for Twilight and besides I am only a third of the age of perfect Edward. Oh well at least I was able to console myself with leftover pizza from the party.
Setting the date
Thursday morn brought me back to the Physio and we determined the date for my return to soccer. Oh and since many of you undoubtedly though this was Svetlana related I should mention that I had myself a quite short haircut afterwards that would most likely not be approved of by the lady herself and will most likely see her show up on my doorstep to chastise me any day now.
A real werewolf film
After making it late to farewell drinks because of having lots of work to do I scooted home to catch up with BestFriendSincePrep to go and see Underworld: Rise of the Lycans a really and truly werewolf film. Considering how bad the second in the series was this one was quite enjoyable although it was quite dark and I did feel like shining a spotlight at the screen to see what was going on.
The Morning Nip
I resumed my morning walk/jogs this morning after a couple of weeks off due to illness and work commitments.
So calmly dragging myself along the path I was suddenly beset upon by a vicious pack of bloodthirsty yippy dogs. One of them took it upon himself to stretch up and bite me just below the knee (the good one thankfully) then as I was busy saying ow he nipped around to do the other side. It didn't seem to bad so I let the owner off with only a mildly upset look and was on my way again.
Now in the cold light of afternoon I sit here anxiously awaiting the onset of rabies - or perhaps even werewolfism (and I really don't relish the idea of turning into a yippy dog at the full moon).
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... The Trials of Vodka Parties and Man Colds
Since Saturday I have been struggling under the debilitating effects of a yet another Man-Cold, this time in the Summer edition.
Something about late nights and taking improper care of oneself allows the opportunistic Man-Cold to take hold I guess.
In any case, despite my hardship, I made my appearance at Zombie Monkey's vodka-themed birthday do on Saturday eve - I must say that Vodka made a much better theme than the Dalek Porn of his previous do a couple of years back, but I digress.
Despite my Man-Cold-Summer-Edition keeping me to one and a half free vodkas I had a delightful time. I was peripherally involved in a religious discussion The Composer and Scary Adam; had a measuring contest about injured knees and fitness regimes with Geisha Girl (inexplicably I lost); had a short gaming conversation with an anonymous minor-level nemesis of The Viking Hat GM; caught up with Hemy's goings on and even uncharacteristically left before the end of both the party and the snacks.
Surprisingly the vodka did nothing for my Man-Cold so I was forced to take it easy all day Sunday. I decided Monday was needed as a precaution as well before dragging myself in to work today for some quiet air-conditioned time in the extreme heat.
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Something about late nights and taking improper care of oneself allows the opportunistic Man-Cold to take hold I guess.
In any case, despite my hardship, I made my appearance at Zombie Monkey's vodka-themed birthday do on Saturday eve - I must say that Vodka made a much better theme than the Dalek Porn of his previous do a couple of years back, but I digress.
Despite my Man-Cold-Summer-Edition keeping me to one and a half free vodkas I had a delightful time. I was peripherally involved in a religious discussion The Composer and Scary Adam; had a measuring contest about injured knees and fitness regimes with Geisha Girl (inexplicably I lost); had a short gaming conversation with an anonymous minor-level nemesis of The Viking Hat GM; caught up with Hemy's goings on and even uncharacteristically left before the end of both the party and the snacks.
Surprisingly the vodka did nothing for my Man-Cold so I was forced to take it easy all day Sunday. I decided Monday was needed as a precaution as well before dragging myself in to work today for some quiet air-conditioned time in the extreme heat.
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... The Romance of Cat Poop
So it seems I have been accused of being un-romantic.
I received a late night/early morning SMS from Svetlana the other night - she's currently gallivanting around Srpski next door to Svetlanaland since her job has gone into winter hybernation.
In my reply I mentioned that I'd had to spend some amount of my middle-of-the-night time freeing The Tiger from a fluff and poop disaster of her own making, and that I wished Svets herself had been there.
Apparently, as was said (texted?) to me with much sarcasm, that was one of the most romantic things to reply with - hmmm, unless it wasn't sarcastic - who knows with these Svetlanese people??
In any case my stating that I would have kissed her afterwards, mysteriously didn't seem to improve my case at all and I thought that doing things together was one of the cornerstones of romance.
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I received a late night/early morning SMS from Svetlana the other night - she's currently gallivanting around Srpski next door to Svetlanaland since her job has gone into winter hybernation.
In my reply I mentioned that I'd had to spend some amount of my middle-of-the-night time freeing The Tiger from a fluff and poop disaster of her own making, and that I wished Svets herself had been there.
Apparently, as was said (texted?) to me with much sarcasm, that was one of the most romantic things to reply with - hmmm, unless it wasn't sarcastic - who knows with these Svetlanese people??
In any case my stating that I would have kissed her afterwards, mysteriously didn't seem to improve my case at all and I thought that doing things together was one of the cornerstones of romance.
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