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:: 26.10.03 ::

I am not, traditionally given to making quotes of others in here however this needs to be said:

Eliza backed through the door ... "We've missed you, Jack." she said, "Where were you?"

"Running an errand - meeting some locals - partaking in their rich traditions, Jack said. "Can we get out of Germany now, please?"

(This is the sentance he uses to sum up the acts of going to town to visit an apothacary for Eliza, watching a witch being burned, going to the woods and making a camp for the night, being woken up by hordes of people streaming through the woods, drinking some mushroom tea... of the halucinogenic variety, wandering around for several hours, stumbling on a Hexen, being mistaken for a government spy by said Hexen, being chased and cornered, breaking into a house that he was cornered by, having the house burned down around him, and escaping through a mine that was attached to the basement of said house.)

Neal Stephenson, Quicksilver

:: James [+] ::
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It reminds me not so much of anything but a boat.

on the lake but above it, something about the way the water looks makes you feel like you are about a million miles in the air, or you could only be an inch above it. The wind chopping in your face. The slight plane change as the engine thrashes the water behind it. The distance that you seem to be from anything else, and the rumble or roar of the motor. You can drive with the throttle pinned and no one cares. You're just there to drive and revel in the wind and spray. Of all the beasts, mechanical and otherwise, what could I be?

:: James [+] ::
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:: 23.10.03 ::
James Smells like boiled cabbage!

allthingsintime.blogspot.com

can someone show me how to set up comments? James... Blue John needs tech help badly....

:: The Other Guy [+] ::
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:: 22.10.03 ::
Hearken and rejoyce, The light has been seen from the end of the tunnel.

Funny that it should have taken a 60 hour or so work week to get to this point.

I hope the light isn't drowned in the noise.

:: James [+] ::
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:: 19.10.03 ::
Heyo everyone

I helped with Octoberqwest (sp?) this weekend. This quest was put on by Davyd, Eric, and Raven for the amusement of all the Sunfall questers and had a nearly full turnout. I worked as an ASM, resetting the dungeon that was there after every group and making sure there was loot and death at every turn. Anyway, I arrived late friday for the in game gathering. I apologize for that, matters were taken away from my control there. So I helped as I could there and acted, Then went and helped the finishing of building the dungeon. Saturday I got there, finalized the dungeon, and did the reset thing all day long. Anyhoo, thats what I did for the quest. I've skipped out on today (after a replacement was found) so I looked back on the wholeness that was quest and decided that my behavior on a few counts was poor. Infortunetly I wasn't my usual unmoveable self this weekend and in my mind, if not others, was illtempered and irritated. Anyway, there is one point of behavior and ettiquite that I would, and can, and will, make some amends on now:

To the organizers of the quest: Thank you for putting so much time and effort into making a day in the lives of your players enjoyable.

To Other: Thank you for the rides and the fraternity of our position.

To Jeanne: Thank you for keeping a lonely falling rock trap company in the dark.

To Cam: Thank you for regressing, and thanks for the ride.

To the actors: Thank you for the amusement of your antics. I'm not sure where you get your energy from but you put on a hell of a show.

To James: I've got nothing specific but thank you for everything you helped with. The unofficial staffmember.

To whomever brought the DQ2 chits along: Thanks for ressurecting the Wandering Monsters Union, Those blue collar monsers struggling for equal rights, pay and freedom from the violence that is the system salute you.

To Raven: Thank you for still being you, even under all the layers of stress, emotion, and activity.

To Star: Thank you for your presence and absence.

I'm sure that doesn't cover half of it, but my eloquence has failed me. Have a good sunday.

:: James [+] ::
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:: 9.10.03 ::
So I've finally found someone who is my equal. Don't let this go to your head.

For the longest time I've been a good pool player. The problem with this is twofold. Firstly, anyone who is better than me is so much better that I have no chance. That leaves everyone else, who I am usually better than. The ones who are better than me play almost every day but for everyone else pool is a game occasionally played. To be honest I play mabey a few times a year. Once or twice with my father, and a few times with friends. I don't play more because, quite honestly, most of my friends don't like playing with me. Perhaps I'm just a bad winner, but I win most of the time against my friends, and I can't help that much. I refuse to play at a lower skill level than I possess. With some friends the problem isn't me, its more so the low selfesteem that won't let them play without becomming depresses. However, all this being said there are some friends that are (or were) my match. The other James, when he's on his game. Dave, are a couple who spring to mind. Just remember, that most of the time I'm off of my game however. Most of the time I'm rusty from lack of practice. I suppose I am pretty good when I play alot, but I learned when I was very young. It was the cool thing to do at family gatherings after dinner. So I learned and now only my uncle and my father are consistantly better than me, of my family that is. But because these reflexes were learned young, I can do it whenever I need to. I don't think about it, I just do it. In my new job I've gone out with my co-workers, and they are all not up to the task of beating me. All but one that is... The best of seven we played earlier this evening came down to the wire. I won by a technicality, but it was close, very close. Strange the way these things work out.

Anyway. I have a pan to clean or, "I'll kill you."

Later

:: James [+] ::
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:: 5.10.03 ::
Strangely enough, I only get enough impetuous to write on this when I've been drinking.

So what to say.

Well lately I've been working alot. I work between 40 and 50 hours a week, lifting boxes mostly, but some forklift driving is also involved.

In my free time I have ate, slept and done other things. Lately my game of Pendragon with Gorra, Steph and Cardiac has been on hold, mostly due to Gorra and Steph moving. Jim isn't moving, at least not his home locale. Brendan has been out of my loop entirely. Raven's game has been on and off for the past while, on the week before last, off this week, probabally off next week due to OctQue. My Sunday game is usually on with today being the exception. More bitter comments may be resounding in my head about this, but will not be blogized.

On friday I went to Tempest, Lil's game. It went fairly well, but unfortuneltly, I couldn't seem to be creative and origional, I find it amusing that I play live games so poorly. Its one of the reasons that I've mostly given them up. However Lil's players seemed to find it ok, and had a good time, for which I am thankful. I got to have a conversation with one of the players early on in the night. Its strange, I've known this player for quite a while, going on 6 years I think, however I have never indulged in any layer of conversation before. I don't know if it scared me or not, but it was a chunk of emery cloth to the mirror in which I reflect life onto my consciousness. For that, I am grateful. I got somewhat of a shock from another actor at that game, An error in my view on the concept of gothness was pointed out to me by one who is conceptually more gothic than I. I thought about it briefly at the game, and decided that this viewpoint was correct, and set up arrangements to go buy pretty clothes with someone more knowledgeable in such things than I.

Also at that game some of my hopes and fears were validated as I had a discussion about how my mindset differs from the norm, in that I tend to view people as the sum of their personality and base nature as opposed to the sum of their outward parts and appearences (which are not nessicaraly the same thing). On a more intelectual and sumary level, this makes perfect sence to me, as I have already suffered for that particular sin.

To the James who is not me I have nothing left to say but thank you, and that also you are one of the wisest and most perceptive people I know. In hindsight, all has become mostly clear. (how's that for a qualified sentence?)

On to today I had a reasonably boring day. Or than again, mabey not. I left home at about 4 and got home at about midnight. In the middle I went to buy parts for my house, and went out with B. We went to Mark and Twist's home where there was much video game playing and much prepackaged Caesers. Caesers are one of those drinks which I like, alot. Today, I will probabally hear about from my roomates, however, who's parts of the house I bought replacement parts to fix I didn't as fixing such things at 11:00 or later in the evening is a poor choice.

For the coming week I have some to do, On monday dinner has been challenged to me, and attempt to meet this challenge I shall, joining such strange friends as I have for spicy french/hillbilly cuisine as I can afford, incluing filler and other conversation at no extra charge and friendship is also thrown in. (That was one heck of a run on sentence, the comma is your friend). On tuesday I have been told that should I choose not to attend the scheduled game, a brief but unsettleing (read: deathly) encounter with a particular beastial animal will be arranged. Should work choose to allow me not to attend the game the results shall be the same. On Wed nothing may happen, as with thursday and friday, however on these three days something may happen. Possibly scheduled or otherwise. On Saturday, I shall say goodbye to my longest standing friend. May he fare well in the Evil (read: Calgary).

Francis Ford Coppola has created a masterpiece in The Godfather. I think I have seen it before but it still is a cool movie, I think I will watch the second when I get time. Speaking of movies, I have added to my song listing some movies that I need to see. I may change that listing as I see fit. A warning to people, that movie listing is not nessicarly happy movies. They may twist your perceptions of everyday life. Watch with caution. (Read: They're only movies,)

Sleep is required now. Have a good week everyone.

:: James [+] ::
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