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Okay. So. I used to RP a lot, mostly post by post (or play by post or whatever you want to call it). I greatly enjoyed that; it's what got me into writing.
But.
I also used to do pen and paper RPGs, like D&D, though honestly, I've only played D&D a few times and I'm not a big fan. The system I was into is called tri-stat, which was a free system that you can still get your hands on pretty easily.
I miss playing tri-stat, and I kind of want to run a one-shot game. But, it's hard to GM a game with no players.
Be my players?
Hear me out; tri-stat is not a hard system to learn. There is actually very little math involved, and it is much more conducive to story telling, though you can still have a good hack-and-slash adventure. If you want to play, I'll give you a copy of the rule book, point out the relevant bits you need to read so you can skip the rest, I will help you make a character (or adapt one of your own into the system), and I will listen to what kind of game you want to play (hack-and-slash, political intrigue, world exploration, zombie ninja pirates, I will go with anything). I will even buy you dice if that's what it takes (though I will probably run a d6 game due the availabilty of six sided die).
These games are fun, and I want to have that kind of fun again, and I want all of you to join me. I need at least three players (I find running games for any less than three people to be awkward), and I might cut it off at eight (ahahahahaha, like eight people would say yes). I plan on doing a four hour one-shot, with the possibility of continuing if people would like to.
At the very least, you can geek out hardcore for a few hours, and find out where some of those jokes in Munchkin come from. And there will be funny quotes for later. There are always funny quotes for later.
Any takers?
And yes, you can make fun of me, but if you do, I will annoy you incessantly until you agree to play. :D
(To the internet gang: I might use you all to test the one-shot. Any takers there?)
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I have two invite codes. I will give them away for free! Free, free, free!
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Call at 9:30 this morning.
Me: Hello?
Victor Garcia (our manager): Hi, this is Victor.
Me: Oh, hi.
Victor: I think I might have talked to you about this before, about possibly renewing your lease with us. If I'm not mistaken, it was a no, yes?
Me: Actually, no, we haven't talked about it. We plan on renewing.
Victor: Oh! Great, awesome.
Me: -thinking I will soon be back in the sweet embrace of sleep-
Victor: There's just a few things I need to tell you about before we resign.
Me: -gathers wits again-
Victor: First, rent will be going up next year to 820 a month--
Me: ... Oh will it?
Victor: ... Er... yes... and, parking (UNIMPORTANT OTHER INFORMATION IS UNIMPORTANT). So, give me a call in a couple days to let me know about your decision. Call me soon, we're trying to fill up again.
Me: Will do. Thanks.
820 A MONTH ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THAT'S 410 PER PERSON, 400 WAS MY ABSOLUTE MAX LAST YEAR AND THAT CERTAINLY HASN'T CHANGED AND NOW I NEED TO FIND A NEW PLACE IN JUST A FEW DAYS OR GET STUCK PAYING THAT MUCH MORE A MONTH ARGHABABBLE. IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK TO NOT PAY AN ARM AND A LEG JUST TO LIVE SOMEPLACE? I GUESS SO!
AND DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME IF YOU PAY MORE THAN I DO A MONTH THAT IS YOUR OWN GODDAMN FAULT, YOU PICKED THE PLACE. UNLESS YOU PLANNED ON STAYING IN YOUR CURRENT LOCATION AND HAD THE PRICE RAISED ON YOU I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT.
GODDAMNIT I'M GOING BACK TO BED.
>_<;
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Dear Anne Bishop,
WHERE THE HELL IS THE NEXT HALF OF THE BOOK, BITCH? GODDAMNIT. I LOST MORE THAN A LITTLE BIT OF SLEEP READING THIS AND YOU APPARENTLY FORGOT TO WRITE THE SECOND HALF. WELL FUCK YOU VERY MUCH ANNE BISHOP. FUCK YOU AND THE FACT THAT YOU JUST WROTE THIS TO MILK YOUR SERIES FOR ALL IT'S FUCKING WORTH.
Love,
Kris
P.S. DEAR COVER ARTIST, THAT WOMAN ON THE FRONT IS BEAUTIFUL, DID YOU NOT READ THE STORY, HER LACK OF BEAUTY WAS HALF THE POINT. FUCK YOU VERY MUCH TOO.
P.P.S. RIGHT NOW I HATE EVERYONE. RAWR.
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XD XD XD XD
I TAKE IT ALL BACK. FANFIC IS THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO THE WORLD. WE SHOULD ALL ENCOURAGE CRAPPY WRITERS TO WRITE MORE FIC BASED ON THEIR FAVORITE CHARACTERS. ESPECIALLY AUs. UNICORNS!
LOLOLOLOLOLOL.
-coughing because she's still sick and laughing too hard to breathe properly-
unicorns!
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So, while working on my American Gothic final, I found an article on Poe's The Black Cat about the narrator. Since it wasn't relevant to my paper (which was on The Raven and was quite dry and boring), I moved on and found some other sources. But something about the abstract or something made me remember it, so today I went back and read it.
This article pretty well exemplifies why I think literary criticism is utter and complete bullshit. The thesis of the piece was that the narrator of The Black Cat is a lying liar and fabricates the events in the story to make himself seem less guilty, while his guilt-wracked subconscious drops subtle hints to the fact that he's a lying liar. This in itself is not rage-worthy. Poe has done this, and done it well. However, the way that the article went about proving this... -twitch-
At heart, I really want to be a scientist. I like cold hard facts. Interpretation leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Literary criticism is interpretation that likes to try to pass itself off as cold hard fact.
Cold hard facts: Damp places accelerate body decomposition. Dehydration greatly slows decomposition. THESE ARE FACTS. COLD UNDISPUTIABLE FACTS. THAT THE ARTICLE GOT WRONG. ABSOLUTELY WRONG. AND THEN PROCEEDED TO BASE ITS ENTIRE ARGUEMENT ON. AND NOW I'VE FOUND OUT THAT THE INTERPRETATION IN THIS ARGUMENT IS THE WIDELY ACCEPTED ONE AND THEY ARE ALL BASED ON THE ERRONEOUS IDEA THAT BODIES DECOMPOSE FASTER IF DEHYDRATED INSTEAD OF BEING, YOU KNOW, DAMP. Would it have killed any of these critics to do some fucking fact checking before bounding off into their happy land of how-they-want-the-story-to-be? In conclusion, literary criticism is bullshit, nothing more than intellectual wankery, and a pathetic excuse for academia. Also, I bloody well hate the English major. If you would like to read the article in question, it is here: http://proxy.lib.uiowa.edu/login?url=http://search.ebscohost.com/login.aspx?direct=true&AuthType=ip,cookie,uid,url&db=afh&AN=9511241683&loginpage=Login.asp&site=ehost-live Also, I would say that this interpretation of The Black Cat has Scully Syndrome. If the simplest explanation is the supernatural, BY GEORGE, MAYBE THE EXPLANATION IS THE SUPERNATURAL. But no, we can't have that, that would make The Black Cat a... a... HORROR STORY WITH FANTASTICAL ELEMENTS. NOOOOO, WE CAN'T HAVE FANTASY VIOLATING OUR PRECIOUS PRECIOUS LITERATURE.
THINK OF THE CHILDREN.
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This is not directed at any particular person. If it were, I wouldn't use LJ to express my anger; I'd say it to their face. That said, on to my rant.
I am poor.
It's a simple fact. I'm in debt, I'm about to be jobless for a little while, I have bills to pay, and not nearly enough money to pay them with. This is my fault. I accept responsibility for the fact that I am poor and in debt. I am working to fix this.
Part of my fixing this will be several things, only one of which affects all of you.
I will no longer be giving out rides unless you pay me as soon as you step foot into my car. While gas is cheaper now and my car gets good gas mileage, I am too poor to offer rides for free. But fear not! I am not a completely heartless bitch! If I am also planning on going where you wish to go (such as Ghost Comma or a movie), there is no charge, as I am going there any way and am not spending gas money purely on others. However, if you specifically ask me to give you a ride someplace I have not intended on going, I want two bucks up front, more if it's a longer ride. This makes me less expensive than a cab, but more than the bus, from what I understand. I am also less convenient than a cab, as I will not give you a ride if it does not fit my schedule (or I don't feel like it), but, perhaps, more so than the bus.
I'm not happy about this. I want to be able to do nice things for my friends, and I want to be able to help all of you with your lives. Unfortunately, I am in a place right now where I have to help myself first. All of you know me well enough at this point to know that selfishness is not my strongest bad trait, and I hope you can forgive me for the fact that I can't be as generous as I would like. C'est la vie.
Also, on the car-related note, since I've had several people ask me about borrowing my car as of late, just let it be generally known that I will NEVER lend out my car to ANYONE for ANY reason, no matter how much anyone needs it, no not even if it's an emergency or you're on fire. The only exception to this rule is my roommate because he specifically bought car insurance so he could drive my car and be covered. Part of the reason for my complete and utter refusal is that technically I don't own my car; it's my father's. I am insured to drive it and for all intents and purposes, it is my car, but I am not the legal owner and will, in fact, have to buy it from him either when I graduate or if it becomes totaled.
On a happier note, after finals are done, I won't have work or school so most of the time I will be sitting around, contemplating ways to grow money on trees or sleeping. As much as I wish I was still making money, I am looking forward to the complete and total down-time. Maybe I'll get some of my soul back.
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Music meme! Shuffle music player, post the first line of the first 20 songs in poem form.
You learn a lot about a girl
Mira mira mira mira mira
All the time we spent in bed
Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
People
Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find
Ooh, Mr. Todd!
And now, we proudly present
Let's fake an answer for the curious
Un barquito de cascara de nuez
Gold teeth and a curse for this town
My rhyme ain't good just yet,
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
Bound at every limb by my shackles of fear
So glad to see you well
She's a rebel, she's a saint,
So close no matter how far
When you're taught through feelings
Life has never been better than it is right now
I gotta get out
Really, only the last stanza makes any sort of sense (also, it depresses me). If I could cut out a couple of the lines, it might be a bit more... cohesive. As it is, I didn't expect this to turn out too well--people have been trying to influence my taste in music for too long, and it has resulted in a highly eclectic collection of music.
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A summary: Oh jesus christ fuck.
Also, I am not amused by people who are irritating in the theater.
EDIT:
Comment and I will....
a) Tell you why I friended you.
b) Associate you with something -- a fandom, song, colour, photo, etc.
c) Tell you something I like about you.
d) Tell you a memory I have of you.
e) Ask you something I've wanted to know about you
f) Tell you my favorite userpic from your list
I don't care if you add this to your journal or not. :D
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| 2008-09-26 00:43 |
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My To Do List.
E-mail professors about missed class
Read stuff for Romance
Read stuff for Gothic
Make up quiz for Gothic (?)
Read stuff for Core
Read stuff for Interpersonal
Read stuff for Persuasion
Laundry
Dishes
Take newly found orange ball of frightened fluff kitten to shelter
Call for snip-snip appointment for Leto
Figure out how to pay bills at end of month
Write out budget for rest of year
Work on Accents
Work on SPIRAL
Clean bathroom
Clean my room
Balance checkbook
Cry
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(Reposted from Facebook) So, apparently I have to move out of my apartment on Tuesday, as opposed to Thursday. I need some help, loves. For one, I need a place to put some of my stuff. Delia has already generously offered some space, but I don't want to overload her with all of it. Also, I need some places to sleep until th 2nd of August. Austin is the same situation for his stuff, but he'll be going back to Omaha late Tuesday night/very early Wednesday morning and doesn't need a place to sleep. So if you have some space/a couch/suggests/words of comfort, I would much appreciate it. Thanks all.
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... why didn't I start reading you sooner?
I'm only a little ways into The Onion Girl, and I'm already pretty certain that de Lint is the author I wish I was.
I need to write more.
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It seems like I really haven't done all that much.
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(Yes, long post is long. I know.)
My friends list, summarized: OMG FLOOD.
For those of you who read this journal, don't live in Iowa City, and haven't been paying attention to the news, Iowa City and a lot of Iowa is underwater. I am fine and live on high ground. It is quite incredible though, how this is affecting so many people. I am temporarily out of a job, as it is impossible to get to my work. It's quite a huge disaster and there's been a lot of property damage, especially to my University.
Let me explain something. I am not a huge one for school pride. I am not about to go OMFG GO HAWKS HAWKEYES ALL THE WAY or anything of that sort. But I like this school a lot. The University of Iowa has its problems and its politics like every college, but this is a beautiful campus and the emphasis on the arts here has always been a source of joy for me. There are many libraries on campus, many shows (from stand-up to opera), lots of concerts, readings everywhere, and now a river is rising and, because of their close proximity to the water, many of the buildings that house these things are in danger or already flooded. The art buildings and museum are flooded. The music buildings are as well. The main library, home of an impressive collection of books, movies, and other media, is in danger. Several of my friends have temporarily lost their jobs as well, but their lack of work will probably last longer than mine.
I work at the University of Iowa Foundation within the Telefund department. I call alumni to ask them to give back to their school. I beg for money. Normally, I have some qualms with my job. In this case, I do not. The UI Foundation has set up a fund for flood relief, which will be used at President Sally Mason's discretion.
You can donate online here. If you don't feel comfortable giving to this fund, there are many others on the website, so you can give directly to the art museum or Hancher or any place else you want to help.
At my work, I'm told to start asking at the amount of 500 dollars. I know none of you have that to give. But do you have fifteen? Ten? Five? I know some of you don't even have that five right now, and that's okay--you're more important than this school by a long shot. But if you can afford to, any amount you can give adds up and helps.
Once I learn of a way to donate relief more generally (as in, to Iowa City instead of just the uni) I will post a link to that as well, as I spent a good chunk of today helping to make sure The Haunted Bookshop would have some protection against rising stream waters.
I am also going to walk my talk. My job has a program set up where you can donate an hour's worth of work to whatever fund you want it to. I'm going to do this twice once I can return to work. One time for the Art Museum, the next time for the flood relief fund. I will probably give half of that to a general fund for the city once I find that as well.
Until then though, I think I've done the extent of what I can do. Thank you to everyone who came to help today at the bookshop--I know I've already extended thank yous several times now, but it really does amaze and warm my little misanthropic and pessimistic heart to have seen you all there, not to mention the scores of other people who showed up just off the streets, some tired from days of sand-bagging. Also, everyone go buy a burger or something from Burger King, who generously donated fries to us when a very kind lady offered to go buy everyone food and water. Be sure to also give the co-op a bit of business, as they lent us four shovels without a blink of an eye.
Strange as it is, it seems this bad situation has really brought out the good in people. For once, I'm happy to be human.
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I am moved into my place and mostly unpacked. My mother bought me a nearly excessive amount of food which means I can put off grocery shopping for a day or so. I set up the router for internet, and noticed that Nadya left her power cord behind for hers. I'll e-mail her.
I met one of my neighbors so far. She's an adorable Korean girl. We chatted a bit last night and this morning she gave me some tea (I also gave her the new network name and password for our internet--whoops. Will have to slide a note under the other girl's door).
It's a nice place. Small room, shared bathroom, but the room is open enough that I don't feel crowded (kind of like living in a dorm room again), and it seems like I just have to find the patterns the other two girls have and simply fit mine in when it comes to the bathroom.
I do miss my family. It was so nice to see them yesterday and spend time with them. I'll be going to Belmond in June, but still.
I just realized I typed Belmond instead of home. It isn't that this room feels like home (though it's much closer than the dorms ever were), but now I know Belmond no longer is. I suspect home will be the new place in August, where I won't feel like the entire place is just transitional (like this room feels).
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To Do From Here Until Move Out
Laundry
Work on: Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday
Write Final Paper for Death (due Thursday)
Study for Sexual Ethics Final (Friday at noon)
Pack Stuff (Friday night)
Clean Room (Friday night/Saturday morning)
Move out into sublet (Saturday)
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Gettingclosertodoneyay!
Also, I'm really looking forward to seeing my family this Saturday. I miss them. It'll be nice to spend time with them. I'm almost glad the person I'm subletting from can't move out until later in the day, because it means I can spend more time with my family. I'd go home for the weekend or something, but I'm working Sunday night. Right now the plan is to go home mid-June and for the 4th of July. My mother and sister will be in Colorado while I'm moving into the apartment in August (my dad will be there to help though), so they might come down Labor Day weekend to see the apartment and spend a bit of time with me. It should be nice.
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So right now I'm avoiding writing my virtual worlds paper (which is due tomorrow) for reasons I can only really chalk up to as unbridled masochism and self-detrimental stupidity. Maybe after I write this and call my mom (it's Mother's day), I'll settle in and write the damn thing so I can turn it in early tomorrow then study furiously for my German final. Yes, that sounds like a plan.
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I ran my hand through my hair just now and thought, "Whoa! When did my hair get nice?"
Apparently nearly a year of taking better care of your hair is what it takes to fix years of damage. Good to know.
Cast party tonight rocked. After the party, there we some chilling, and then I went with Ned ("I believe in faeries!" boy) to get pizza. We laughed at the drunk people and had a moment of panic when I thought I lost Mr. Pointy. I didn't. He is fine and safe with me. The pizza was okay, but my hunger made it delicious. The cold was less so. wtf Iowa? It's May! Where's my spring?
I got absolutely nothing in the way of work done today (other than actually going to work, where I increasingly find I get paid to sit there and listen to people's answer machines, which are often boring). So tomorrow will be spent frantically revising and rewriting a story due tomorrow. Sweet times ahead. Also this week: writing a Sexual Ethics Paper, preparing a Virtual Worlds Presentation, German work, and writing a Virtual Worlds paper and journal. I've gotten a good start on the virtual worlds stuff, and all the German stuff is easy, but... yeah.
During finals week, other than studying for a test and working, I will need to write that Death paper. But! I can see the end. And the end is a sweet sweet place indeed.
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To Do From Here Until Move Out
Plays
Take Car to Shop (Later Pick Up Car)
Find Second Job for Summer
Finish Accents Site
Finalize Sublet for Summer
Revise Fiction Writing Piece
Write Letter for Revision of Fiction Writing Piece
Write Sexual Ethics Essay
Study for Death Final
Prepare Presentation of Paper for Virtual Worlds
German Homework
Write Paper for Virtual Worlds
Write Journal for Paper for Virtual Worlds
Study for German Final
Write Final Paper for Death
Study for Sexual Ethics Final
Pack Stuff
Clean Room
Move out (And move into sublet)
Sprinkle work throughout there as well.
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