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Friday, April 29
 
I am Christopher’s sleepy head.

Does it count as blogging from home if I write the entry at work and just post it from home? This does not bode well for the time travel roleplaying game source book I was going to write for Pisces All Media this year. That will require not only a bunch of research (probably involving history, which I am not good at) but also a separate bunch of writing at home. So if I can’t manage to tap out a weekly paragraph about recent events, how am I expecting to churn out a book?

In other worlds.

HeroClix is on hiatus while Charmed Pages is understaffed due to Silence is Golden production obligations. My Dangerous Wayfarers Dungeons and Dragons campaign has been postponed for the second month due to uncertainty about an available location; however Kate (and I hope Gavin) has offered her house and Drew has offered his for June so all is not lost. Monday night games at Duffy Street have been of the board and card variety recently, an improvement on the nothing which was going on after Easter. I was thinking about a Tunnels and Trolls game but the rulebook is "unavailable until April 2005". Maybe I’ll pick one up tomorrow.

Back in the Real World.

Next Week For Sure won soccer four goals to two yesterday. Cath put us ahead in the second quarter but in the third our opponents scored two really rather good goals to take the lead. Despite our tradition of throwing the game in the third quarter Jimbo scored a goal to equalize. Then Ian tapped the ball into the net after a sequence of unfamiliar skill (some claim there were as many as three consecutive passes) to regain the lead. Fired up by the knowledge they would be on the bench for the last quarter they pounced on a stray kickoff and Ian bounced the ball off Jimbo’s legs for a fourth goal with only seconds to go. The team held on through a nil all final leg to victory. Go team!

And off world again

Emma asked what I thought about the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy movie so I told her: "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy was nice. Some bits were familiar from the telly, some stuff was rearranged or reconcieved (as if Douglas Adams had something to do with it) and some bits were new (to me). Little tributes to Douglas and pretty nature footage and flowers and wool, where all nice. The story loped from short-term goal to short-term goal and when the conclusion arrived I didn't even know it was where the story had been heading (unless I missed a bit). Then main characters foreshadowed a sequel, the credits rolled, one last bit from the book, and the credits finished. Then we (only Linda and I, everyone else is going on Sunday) went home. It was spectacular and scenic and smooth and soft, however the merest thought had not even begun to speculate about the possibility of crossing my mind re falling asleep, not even once. Which was nice." Then I thought other people might like to know too, so I put it in my blog. And here it is. (That was it.)

Back on Earth.

This afternoon I bought two tickets to go to China for a fortnight in July. Honest.
 
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No matter how many people continue to call you a dirty, rotten, two-face lying scoundrel, I believe you've bought the tickets. With a name like Christ, what's not to trust?

And after all, you made it here.

However, while you're away have you considered that something may be on TV that's never shown again?

Best not to rush into anything.

Bartender another drink, if you'd be so kind.
 
He'll be fine. The British screening of Doctor Who will be over by July, so he won't miss anything that he'd have to be sad about.
 
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you bought two tickets? Can I come too? Pick me!
 
Hey, no fair - you've already been!

Heh.
 
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