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Friday, May 11th, 2012
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3:40 pm - Part III: Angst! Nighttime Driving! And the Power of Grayskull!
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...yeah, not sure where that last one came from.
A brief note beforehand: oh my God is there nothing to do at work today. I am one of three people in this office, and oh my God there is nothing to do. I'm tempted to throw a keg party, or start running a tabletop game or something. Although we'd have to figure out a Post-It-based system.
So, got to Aralis! Tried to wait out the PC base standing in front of the mod building; realized that this was gonna be one of those times when a substantial part of said PC base stood in front of said mod building for half an hour, proceeded toward town anyhow.
Dionne welcomed me back and told me that they'd probably need lifekeepers.
"...can't leave you people alone for five minutes, huh?"
Cue running up the hill with stuff, depositing stuff, running back down the hill, and collapsing. "Nice to be home."
It was a really good session! I was sorry to have missed wacky mushroom hijinks and so forth on Friday, but I got back into things quickly, and almost never lacked for stuff to do. Could have done more, in fact, but 6 AM wakeup time and New Hampshire caught up with me, and I passed out pretty early in the evening.
Really, there are few situations not improved by creepy calliope music. Oh, the CarnEvil flashbacks.
Lots of angst, as per title. Good Lord. A few situations where Azarin's internal monologue was very much of the "...and I'm making the decisions here? Holy fuck, how'd that happen?" Worse than the why-am-I-on-the-front-line moments of yesteryear, even. ;)
A lot of great conversations, angsty and otherwise. I vote for more "fox tea"; I do not vote for more Tower. Ow. ("Oh, well, there's gonna be a big melee fight, I'll just stay back here and OW OW OW WHEN DID BANE GET BMV DAMAGE FUUUUUUUUUUUU--")
I may have to NPC something this summer. I definitely need new costuming.
Driving at night went much better than I'd thought it would. Coffee helped a lot, too: I was really very out of it by the time everyone we left site.
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| Wednesday, May 9th, 2012
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2:31 pm - Part 2: Surprisingly Musical
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6 AM: Wake up. Shower and dress in Aralis costume. Outside, it's looking like a nice day. Mom hands me coffee and observes that I look like a Disney heroine. I take a look around at Bethel, which has something like two streets:
"Little town, it's a quiet village..."
6:30: I start off, Mom having backed out of the driveway for me. Driving out of Bethel, "Closing Time" on the radio, I think about the town itself; it's not the place I grew up, really, but I put in some time here, skated and learned to ski, worked a summer at the deli (and have the scar to show it), watched bad movies and got worse perms. I think about cafeteria meals and student babysitters, discovering Angband and Wolfenstein by lurking around the school computer lab, the way summer still feels like freedom and autumn still feels like a new beginnings.
I was worried that I'd be sad now. I'm not. I sing along all "Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end," and hey, sometimes you have to live the cliche. Also, I'm sort of liking this driving thing.
8 AM: My Focus, awesome as it is, lacks an iPod slot. Therefore, I am dependent on a string of radio stations, and on my ability to simultaneously steer and hit the "tune" button when I hit static or commercials or one of those odious morning shows.
I spend some time wondering about the actual audience for said morning shows. Seriously, there are people who prefer cheesy sound effects and "how about this airline food"-style humor to actual music? Are these the same people who buy guns at thrift stores?
Currently, I'm listening to some station calling itself "The Voice of the White Mountains," which would also make for a decent prestige class. I may well be singing along, which is why I drive alone.
And I may also be encountering one of the dangers of listening to the radio, to wit: getting enthusiastic about a song you don't know and then being filled with shame when the announcer identifies it. "Kelly Clarkson. KELLY CLARKSON? I'm just gonna hurl myself into traffic now."
9 AM: Somewhere in New Hampshire. There is a lot of New Hampshire. This part of it contains a Rite-Aid, where I've stopped to get Coke but also singles, as I've just remembered that I'll be going through all the toll roads.
I am not Ms. Impulse Control 2012 to begin with, and the lack of sleep doesn't help, which may be why my first reaction to the basket of raspberry whip eggs is "Oooh! Easter candy in May!" and not "Um, Easter candy? In May?" Anyway, I buy five.
10 AM: "Whooooooo-ooooh, LIVIN' ON A PRAAAAAAAYER!"
10:30: I realize I should get gas. I figure meh, I don't want to pull off into a town and go out of my way; I'll just find a service plaza. I mean, it's a highway. There's got to be one somewhere soon.
11 AM: Jesus Christ, New Hampshire.
11:20 AM: Okay, the points-of-interest thing says that the nearest gas station is .1 miles away, but the actual directions say it's...seventeen miles. Ulp.
11:25 AM: "Please exist, Cumberland Farms. Please exist. Please exist."
11:30 AM: Holding my breath and coasting down hills and...oh, Sunoco, how I love you, and your highly-flammable awesomeness.
12 PM: The thing about switching radio stations is that you get a lot of the same songs even more frequently than normally. I think Adele's set fire to the rain at least five times.
Also, I am beginning to get nervous, insofar as I'm about twenty miles away from my destination, according to the GPS, and I'm still in New Hampshire. Do not want to stop and check GPS, so continue onward, hoping that I have neither gotten the address wrong nor incurred some sort of hideous curse wherein I am trapped in New Hampshire for eternity.
12:30 PM: "Welcome to Massachusetts. BOOYAH."
12:45: Arrive at Aralis site, figuring that I'll grab my stuff and then sneak up the hill. Get out of the car, look over...okay, all the PCs are in front of the module building. I have the best timing ever!
Part 3, Aralis, coming soon!
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9:54 am - Weekend Odyssey: Part 1
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...which I guess would be the bit with Telemachus and the suitors. Only for "suitors" read "many, many nice middle-aged folks in formal dress", which is probably better and involves fewer people getting killed with arrows at the end.
Although the street planners in Charlestown could use some arrowy death. And I was none too pleased with my GPS at the beginning, either.
"Turn left on Washington? You mean drive through the concrete highway barrier and across two lanes of oncoming traffic? No, I don't think I will be doing that, actually."
"'Arrive at destination on the right' my ass. Okay, now I...a roundabout? Fuck. This."
"Okay, it is NOT a street if it's narrower than MY ACTUAL BODY, and furthermore, fuck this."
"Hi, Emi. Hi, Ben. Get in the car before I get arrested."
Ben drove up to Maine. This was in flagrant violation of my rental agreement, but hey, if I'm not flagrantly violating *something*, it's not a weekend. I dozed; we listened to Jack White; we eyed the landscape with forboding.
See, the route between Boston and my parents' place varies a lot depending on weather. When it's sunny or snowing, the landscape is charming. When it's gray or rainy, it's like a goddamn Russian play, and Friday was totally The Collected Works of Anton Chekov, As Performed By Northern New England.
We coped with it as we always do: with excessive snideness.
"That flea market--"
"Okay, first of all, it's a 'Pick 'n' Paw'. Get your terminology straight."
"It had a sign in the window that said 'Guns'."
"Yep."
"Can you buy guns at a flea market?"
"What, you don't want to get slightly used deadly weapons?"
"I can't believe this hasn't featured on Law and Order."
We discussed NPR. Emi's boyfriend likes it. Emi and I contend that the news is good, and This American Life is sometimes cool, but when half your "human interest" bits come right out of the more depressing end of John Updike stories, having them read in a contemplative monotone is going a bit far.
"It's like, if more than half of your test audience has the will to live after your audition, you don't get the job."
"Coming up on NPR: we'll take another look at earnest old people trying to keep up a cherished institution, and we'll dwell extensively on how they have no money and the next generation mocks their hopes and dreams. Next, on 'Jesus Christ, Just Start Drinking Now'."
Up in Bethel, we tumbled out of the car and into my folks' temporary house, hugged Mom, fussed with the coffee maker--sorry, the second coffee maker, since Dad is having philosophical differences with the main model--changed, and headed over to the school dining hall.
Did you know that I'm working in Boston now? Because many, many people know that I'm working in Boston now. Oh, hey, shrimp platter!
Emi said, at some point during the evening, that this was our retirement party as well as our parents': there will probably be other awkward small-talk-with-near-strangers parties, since our cousins keep getting married and all, but this was really the last time we'd have to put on the dresses and the makeup and the manners and be The Kunkle Girls. (Also a really awful thirties band.) True.
And a moment of bonding, walking back to the car:
"You know, kid, you have great legs. I've always hated you for that."
"Well, I've always wanted your abs. You vile bitch."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Awww!"
We may have hugged. Ah, sisterhood.
Back at the house, all five of us discarded formal clothes and shrimp platters in favor of sitting around on sofas in a variety of bathrobes, eating leftover chips and drinking...well, whatever came to hand.
"Hey, Mom? You know what goes great with this herbal tea of yours? Cherry brandy!"
"You're a disturbing child. Always were."
Next time: New Hampshire, man.
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| Thursday, April 12th, 2012
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2:59 pm - Disbelief: The Suspension Thereof
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Disclaimer: This is a rant. Odds are it doesn't apply to you personally. If I hang out with you, it doesn't; if it did apply to you, I would not be hanging out with you. You can be pretty damn sure about that.
Guys: the next time one of you complains that the male characters in a work of fiction--even something I hate for other reasons--are "too pretty" or too well-groomed or whatever and it's not that you mind but it's just not realistic*, I will find you and beat you about the head and shoulders with, I don't know, Boris Vallejo.
Seriously.
At a conservative estimate, I've been into fantasy/sf/comics/blah for eighteen years. That's eighteen years of stiletto-heeled combat footwear, armor that assumes breasts generate invisible force fields, contortionist poses so you can have both T&A on a single page, and...Rob Liefield, which covers a lot.
And you know, whatever. I don't care that much. Fantasy is fantasy; if you're not going for grim-and-gritty, whatever; maybe the thousand-year-old celibate warrior monk is making some kind of "fuck you, I have all the psychic powers so just try it" point by serving up tits on the halfshell; I don't get particularly exercised about the whole thing.
Except when guys--and it is always guys, and it is almost always guys who couldn't pick a gym or a razor out of a lineup, I'm just saying--start going off about "too pretty" this and "waxed chest" that. Because really? *Really*?
So what you're saying here, That Guy, is one of two things:
1) Your imagination just sucks. In which case, watch some episodes of Mr. Rogers until you develop a better one, and get over it.
2) You suck. In which case...get over it.
#arguingontheInternet
*See also: regardless of my problems with Twilight, which are like unto the stars in the sky in number, I am not a fan of dissing the "random average girl inexplicably gets hot guy" plot in and of itself, because the reverse fantasy appears in a little genre I like to call JUST ABOUT EVERY WORK OF MAINSTREAM MEDIA EVER. Including half the stuff supposedly aimed at women.**
**Exhibit A: Sex in the City. Steve/Miranda. The prosecution rests; the prosecution is, in fact, slightly nauseous remembering that plot.
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| Friday, March 23rd, 2012
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12:41 pm - Killing Time
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Yeah, been a while. Probably will be a little while until the next substantial post, because I'm finishing up work stuff and then starting Blog Tour 2: This Time It's a Blog Tour come April. Also, I haven't had a whole lot to say, of late.
So two brief notes:
1. I've been watching the "I Love the (Decade)" shows as my lunch-hour mindless entertainment. I really like pop-culture history; will have to check out some books in that area. Also, "I Love the '70s" inexplicably involves a chimp.
2. It sort of baffles me that nobody's done a Dark Tower RP thing--or, indeed, a Kingverse RP thing in general--yet. It seems like a cool setting, and God knows there's a fanbase. (I was briefly, during my unemployed-and-thus-having-spare-time phase, on an LJ RP with connections, but the number of random Squaresoft characters sort of turned me off.)
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| Wednesday, December 28th, 2011
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4:01 pm - Maturity Levels
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In Pennsylvania. So far, so good--quiet holidays with family and books and footstools in the form of stuffed bears. And eighties movies on Netflix.
Family has inspired random thoughts, in that we occasionally have my grandparents or my aunt and uncle drop by here, which makes Dad go into this frenzy of cooking and cleaning. Which is fine, don't get me wrong, and I never really questioned it before: it's What We Do For Grandparents/Aunt and Uncle.
Except today I thought about the fact that my grandparents are Dad's parents, and my aunt is his sister. And while I'll try and pick up if anyone's coming over--in a general "people need a place to sit and the house should not be gross" way--I can't imagine ever breaking out the full Martha Stewart for either Emi or Mom & Dad. They know how I kept my room when I was living with them--and in high school and college, for that matter--so...I can't imagine they're going to be horrified if they find a couple books and a sweatshirt on a living room chair. So I can't imagine caring about it myself, all that much.
I wonder if it's a generational thing, or a personality thing, or if there's going to be some point in my life when the switch flips and suddenly I mind my sister knowing that I shlub around in a bathrobe on Saturday mornings. Odd thought.
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| Wednesday, December 7th, 2011
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8:49 am - Gondor Calls For Product Comparison
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Hey there, Computer-Knowing People!
I'm probably going to be getting some sort of portable computing device soon, and am trying to decide what it should be. The most important feature, for me, is Internet speed: I'm getting this so I can do writing things while traveling. I work in Google Docs, mainly, and I type like, and I quote, "some kind of freakish mutant secretary".
The Netbooks I've tried have all been really laggy in GDocs--like, I type something and it takes several seconds for the first letter to appear. Is this a problem for all of them? Is the Macbook Air better on this count?
Thanks!
current mood: curious
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| Friday, December 2nd, 2011
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4:25 pm - For Those Who Know Me; For Those Who Don't
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| Thursday, November 10th, 2011
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2:34 pm - In The Last Month Or So
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...I have gone to LARPs! Several of 'em! They involved time travel, giant bugs, sinister men, and cold. These seem to be surprisingly common themes in my life. If I come to write an autobiography, in later years, the title will absolutely be "Time Travel, Giant Bugs, and Sinister Men."
My audience can assume the cold. I live in Massachusetts.
I went to a Halloween party, which was a good time. I sleep really well on other people's couches, for whatever that says about me.
I have continued to write Book 3. I'm hoping to get it done by December, so that I can give myself a month of distance before I begin the editing process and the concurrent despair and heavy drinking. So far, I seem to be on track, maybe.
Ursula Vernon, who is awesome, has posted this which is awesome.
I have told the Metro, particularly the letters portion, to shut up approximately fifty-two times. That's what public transportation gets me.
current mood: cheerful
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| Tuesday, October 25th, 2011
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9:42 am - Another Authorial Post
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| Tuesday, September 20th, 2011
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9:57 am - This Is Today
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Yep.
I mean, I'm pretty happy, all things considered. But it took effort to eat my damn breakfast muffin.
I'm talking massive WP spend for the purpose of *chewing*, here.
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| Thursday, September 15th, 2011
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10:54 am - Angry Liberal Rant Girl
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A comment on ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) 's LJ--not from Jim himself, who rocks, but from some commenter who decided to whine about how he never comments because Jim lets people yell at him for being a troglodyte.* Not responding directly because I don't want to start a flamewar on that particular post, but:
"I have enough going on in my life, I don't need to be called a racist on the internet because I don't buy into the idea of white privilege, or be poked fun at because I consider Evolution a theory."
Then...don't? Read some Racism 101 materials? Learn some damn science? Get a clue? I hear they're going cheap these days.
"I get snarked at because I say stupid things in public" is quite possibly the least legitimate complaint ever. And "I get yelled at because I say bigoted things in public" is one of the more douchey ones.
Yes! It's amazing! If you talk out of your ass around other people, those people will often disagree with you! They will sometimes word those disagreements strongly! (And if they don't, it's often out of fear of making a scene, so they'll just look uncomfortable, edge away, and stop inviting you places, or tolerate you because you're Great Aunt Hattie, or the equivalent, and...well, you can't do anything about her, just laugh and move on.) If you say racist things, people will sometimes call you a racist! If you publicly disbelieve in science, people will make fun of you!
In other news: many cats are now fluffy. HOLY FUCKING SHIT FILM AT ELEVEN!
You know what? Some views are not "just opinions." If you think that Doritos are edible or the latest Conan film was good or that the Pacific is better than the Atlantic for swimming, I might disagree with you, I might wonder what you're on, but it's cool. If you think that homosexuality is a disease or that white people don't on average have it easier in our society or that women who wear short skirts "should have known better" when they get raped or whatever? Those are not just opinions, and I'm not going to dance around pretending that they are so that you don't get your wittle feewings hurt.
You want people to stop calling you a jackass on the Internet? Stop being a jackass on the Internet.
*God, what a loss to the community, right?
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| Monday, August 15th, 2011
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5:09 pm - So!
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| Saturday, August 6th, 2011
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10:04 am - Thing
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In the current economy, it takes a special kind of person to trot out the "get another job if you don't like it" line. Especially in response to complaints about being underpaid or otherwise abused.
Yeah. Special.
On the other hand, it's possible I shouldn't anger those guys too much. It's my understanding that you get some pretty impressive powers when you sell off all your Humanity.
Post brought to you by a couple of sterling examples of something-or-other over in the Slacktivist tipping thread.
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| Friday, July 29th, 2011
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5:47 pm - Argh: A Reaction to Posts Elseblog
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| Thursday, July 21st, 2011
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9:44 pm - Question
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Can anyone out there recommend a good free Web host?
And does anyone have HTML skills I could exploit? I'd be willing to pay, but if you'll work for beer and imploring looks, so much the better.
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| Tuesday, July 19th, 2011
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3:51 pm - Slow Day
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| Monday, July 4th, 2011
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12:02 pm - Blog Post
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Celebrating the Fourth by lounging around in pajamas. The pajamas are blue and white, and I'm still a redhead, so I guess I'm doing my part for patriotism. If further demonstrations are needed, I'll get out the red-and-blue Jello Jigglers Mom made for The Gathering last night.
("When *I* was a kid, we didn't get special food at parties."
"Yes, dear, and we used to lock you in the closet on weekends.")
Gathering in question was actually pretty fun. My cousins have grown into fairly amusing people--one of whom apparently works for the NSA. I have connections! I could have people killed! (Although, since the cousin in question is the one with whom I used to get into fistfights over the Nintendo, perhaps that's not going to work out so well. Also, he mostly does IT stuff. But still.) The various aunts and uncles have chilled out nicely, and nobody got eaten by bears.
("Hey, yeah, it's great to see you too! How have you been?" ... "Mom, how do I know these people?")
I did accompany my teenage cousins on an RUV--"recreational utility vehicle", my grandparents own one, I don't know--trip into the back woods, and took over to turn the thing around when we ended up on the wrong, very narrow path and neither of the girls could manage it. Go three-point-turn skills! Well, eight-to-fifteen-point-turn skills, as it happened. But still.
After various family pictures--(Dad, at his most headmasterly, addressing all seventy-five of us: "We are going to take pictures before we open the beer, and if we don't do it now, maybe there won't *be* any beer.")--toasts, and a gratuitous amount of food ("She's only having steak and beans? What about green vegetables?" "Dad, *what* green vegetables? Coleslaw doesn't count."), we now have six hundred pounds of leftovers and I am at my leisure.
So here's a blog post on Stephen King and nostalgia. Appropriate, I think, for a family reunion weekend. Here.
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| Monday, June 27th, 2011
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12:57 pm - More Movies
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| Sunday, June 19th, 2011
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2:59 pm - I'm Back!
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And the "Izzy Sees Movies and then Rambles" postings continue with Green Lantern, here.
Probably the only review out there featuring the phrase "naked green Alyson Hannigan".
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