See You Next Wednesday
Foive deys, me 'arties, fro' Frid'y to Toozd'y jus' pass'ed, was spent aboard the good ship Pirate House
w' Cap'n Emma at the helm. Tho' she were busy w' studyin' Chinee furra 'xam thar was plenny o' fun being 'ad by one 'n' both of us, says I. I dunno 'ow she fits it all in; I guesses tha'd be woiy she's a Cap'n.Back at the Muppet Show.
This morning I was working on Gonzo's next act, which has not got planning permission yet. I was not working on the huge crossover sketch "Pig Veterinarian's Space Hospital Dance", if I had been I might have had something to do. By the afternoon I had taken a job at the concession stalls instead.A second vast weekend.
Tomorrow the best girl in the world
arrives to join in the annual Eurovision Song Contest Mocking Day party with fancy dress and cocktails. Gosh I love her.
The universe is still here.
Emily, Defender of the Universe, who was (Polly's and) my cat for seventeen and a half of her almost eighteen years, died. She had severe renal failure so I asked (Linda to ask) the vet to put her to sleep. No doubt she had matyred herself (through her kidneys) to avert an extinction level crisis threatening the universe. For this we should all be grateful despite our ignorance. Thank you, Emily.
The (long) weekend of being sensible.Emma
is studying for her exam so she stayed in Narong. She and Gavin
are doing the OzComics 24 Hour Challenge
this weekend so he went up there to do it this year. I was going to Phenomenon
this weekend but everyone else who might be interested has the lurgy
so I thought I might do that instead. At one time, months ago, there was a plan for a great coordinated roleplaying and comic weekend, but instead we're all being sensible like little babies.
Actually, I did go to Phenomenon yesterday and joined in an Angel
(as in Buffy
) in The Matrix
style systemless freeform called Familiar
which was great fun and has once again stirred my interest in doing more roleplaying. Today I shall overcome this illness so I can immerse myself again tomorrow.The Muppet Winter Wonderland
Work sucks and blows and bites, but the house lights go up on Tuesday so it's too late now. For the spring season, according to the schedule, I have three weeks to prepare and I'm in China for one of those. In practice nobody pays attention to anything in the schedule except the script deadline and that's only used to measure how far behind the show is running.
Mister Sleepy writes his blog.
This blogging from home is getting trickier. Now I have lost the use of my browser of choice, and I am compelled to employ Internet Explorer, I am on- and off-line too shortly. I am too sleepy to wonder about it though.China looms like a pendulum do.
I bought a backpack for my vacation with Emma in China. Sweet, on many levels.Pronouns may have been changed to confuse the issue.
I ran my game. I ran a player character and another player character died. Then there was all this revenge; a spell was cast; loot was forgotten and a plot hook was nearly sold. I don't want to go over all that because I have to extrapolate the campaign again. It was going so well until I let the players have a go. Cool.
This may not sound like the snappiest line from 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), but it evidently caught the imagination of John Landis, who has worked references to a mythical film of this name into most of his own movies - memorably as the grotty British skinflick watched by an assortment of lycanthropes and zombies in the climax of An American Werewolf in Paris [sic] (1981).
Ghastly Beyond Belief, Neil Gaiman and Kim Newman