Andy's New Game

Andy has been playing a new game. In bed, just as I drift off to sleep, he says, "What are you doing?"

"What do you want?" I ask.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you want."

"What are you doing?"

"What do you want!"

"Have any gum?"

"I'm in bed, in my jammies...No, I ain't got no gum!"

Oh, he thinks it's funny.

Banksy

I find this inspirational and very cool. Wish I had that kind of nerve.

And here you can see the man in action. Or just go to Banksy.co.uk and see what there is to see.

Let Me Take A Moment to Geek Out

Yesterday Andy and I went to play in the RPGA Living Greyhawk game. It's Dungeons and Dragons. I just have to complain for a minute about the game and it's going to be really geeky, so bare with me.

First off, nothing happened!! A guy dissapeared and there was no way to track him and yet the group my character was with had to track him because we are good guys like that. There are no clues. No one's seen or heard anything. Great. But there is this mysterious forbodding fog that rolls into town evry night and oh, undead creatures wander the streets at night. Fine. Kill, hack, slash, but we still can FIND the guy we need to find!

And there's this old Sage, he's a plot device. We pay him gold to give us information. Except the sage fails his knowledge roll and doesn't know anything to tell us. But he needs to give us information so the fucking game and move forward. Plot Devices should not be giving the opportunity to fail a roll!! The very nature of a plot device is that it is so important the story hangs on it and it must happen, pulling the characters and story forward with it. But the plot device last night just sat around and scratched his wizzened old sage bottom and said, "Gee, I am a learned man, but even I do not understand what is happening." Fuck!

And then there were vampires. Vampires at a table with the average playing level of 2! That's the beginningers tables. We were the equivilant of kids with cooking pots on their heads and sharp sticks. We can't stand up to a vampire, it's kill us all and have time to do in the rest of the city before dawn.

So we were pretty lucky that we couldn't find the vampire, even though we were literally right outside the secret crypt "searching" for the vampire but we were too thick to find it. If we had found the cryp, all the characters would be dead. It's unreasonable to expect first and second levels characters to battle a vampire.

So, the game module last night sucked. It was broken.Too much hinged on a plot device that was allowed to fail and if it had worked, we would have died. Damn, sometimes D&D really sucks.

The Geek Out is now over. Sorry to bother you. I wentot bed super pissed last night, dreamed about trying to find an invisible vampire in a big city, and then work up all pissed that I dreamed about the horrible game.

Opera Tuesday

This morning I declared the day Opera Tuesday. No reason, just felt like singing. So Andy and I sing as we prepare for the day.

"You must, you must, take the garbage out! It's smelly, it's stinky, it's really whiffy...." I implore through song, pointing to the trash bag.

At this point Andy sang in the squeaky voice we both agree is "the cat." "Not my trash! It's delicious and smells of last night's chicken..."

Mozart it aint but it's ridiculously fun.

Outside, still singing, our neighbor So walks up and sings "Good Morning! Why are we singing!"

I love So. He's good natured in a befuddled sort of way.

And I can't help but laugh at the power of Opera Tuesday. It' contagious.

The Power of the Jello Cake Compels You

At a client's house this afternoon, a Russian couple, and they offered me tea. "Sure," I says. An offero f tea is never tea lone, it is always cake and chocolates, etc. Always too much food but I've tried to decline politely. Every time, "May-lissa, are you sure you do not want tea or coffee?" Not once they ask but many times. To save everyone a lot of effort, I take the tea.

So I had the tea. And then Mrs. X (for legal reasons) brought out this cake. It was...how do I put it? Covered in orange jello.

The anatomy of the cake: First was the inner core of sponge cake, possibly lady finers. Then a layer of custard.This was covered it a hard layer of something crunchy. Best as I can tell, it was crystalized sugar. Then was another layer of custard. More of the crunchy suger. Over all of this was bright pink dreamwhip (a cross between pudding and whipping cream). On top of this was a layer of red jello, in which blackberries, rasberries, and kiwi slices were petrified. Over the entire creation was yellow jello. It is a terrible and awe inspiring sight to behold.

"No one will believe me about this cake," I said.

"Do you like? Our son brought it from New York, from a Russian bakery called Kiev." I didn't point out that Kiev was in the Ukraine, I was to over whelmed by the power of the jello cake.

I couldn't eat the entire slice. Who could? I've never had so much sugar before. So Mrs. X insisted she box it up and I take it home. Now it's staring at me on the computer desk. The thing is so sugary it makes my teeth hurt.

Satruday Chatting

Sorry, sorry sorry I missed the chat Jenny wanted to organize this afternoon. I had to pick up my car the mechanic: oil change and fixing the passenger mirror that wouldn't move when I used the control on the driver's door. Stupid mirror. Took them all day to "reconnect" something. And we got your taxes done this morning. Andy and I owe the Federal government a good chunk of change (because he got a raise and you never think that you'll pay more money on a raise but you do and it sucks.) We owed the Commonwealth a buck and that pissed me off the most, having to write a check for a dollar.

Anyway, got back a 2.30 and both Omouse and Athene seemed to be offline. Did I miss the conversation? Is it over? Did you two just say fuck it and throw in the towel? I'm sorry was late.

Damn! I love this show!

So did anyone beside me watch Lost on Wednesday night? No? You're missing out. I'm am infatuated with the show.

During the show, Andy was playing on the computer and I would rush in during commercial breaks and shout out what was happening. "Hurley won the lottery!" Or "Ohmygod!The numbers are cursed!" Or "The French Woman heard the numbers on a transmission and thought it was a distress signal. That's how she ended up on the island! The numbers are cursed!"

Thursday morning I was bubbling over with excitement and wanted to talk about the show. And absolutely no one cared. I can't stand it! This is the best show ever (since the end of the X-Files at least) and I have not been so excited about a show since the good seasons of X-Files.