See You Next Wednesday
"How can you cope with, and indeed implement, an orange background and blue links?"
You say that like it is a bad thing. Implementation was accidental. When I changed my template to allow comments to be posted I restored the original orange background. However I cannot find where the link colour is defined. If your epilepsy is being triggered try using a different browser as the colours may be perceptibly different."Where/how do you get the time/inclination to setup all those NPCs/monsters in your games, so they're all handily listed on that sheet?"
It does not take a lot of time to cut text from an online SRD
and paste it into a word processor. I am inclined to do this so I only have a few sheets of paper to deal with for most of the game session, rather than constantly flipping through the rule books.
The sixty-odd strong bandit camp was a special case. I had just sorted out my Heroclix
and I thought it would be nifty to have the bandits equipped to resemble the Heroclix
and then use the Heroclix
for a tabletop battle. So I did. (Anyway the PCs incapacitated them with area effect spells and mowed them down with missile weapons, so it hardly mattered which ones were wearing full plate armour and wielding scythes.)
"Did you really meet Shirley Manson?"
She looked like Shirley Manson. However the waitress looked like Sarah Michelle Gellar (as I recall, I haven't been able to locate the relevant log entry). If she was Shirley Manson then she was travelling incognito as an Austrian backpacker (or maybe Swedish).
What would you like to know?
Busy, too busy to think of witty titles.
Too busy to think of a better word to describe my titles than "witty".
So busy I forgot to post a postcard yesterday. But that turned out to be a good thing because I had forgotten to address it. Today I wrote a postcard and forgot to leave space for the address. The number of unposted postcards is now two, however the number of unaddressed postcards has decreased to zero.Genius.
When I drove to the Pirate House on Friday my radio cassette player abruptly stopped working. When I looked at the device there was a fuse sitting in the cigarette lighter, which had also ceased functioning (as a socket for my phone charger). On further inspection the next day it was revealed not to be the radio cassette player's fuse. It, and it's little plastic friends inhabiting the cigarette lighter socket, where in fact from the end of the phone charger. This didn't fix the radio casette player, but it did fix the phone charger. Subsequent poking around under the dashboard did not reveal the radio cassette player's fuse. (It did reveal a lever for adjusting the height of the steering column.) So when I booked my car in for it's 100 megametre service and the nice man asked if there was anything I particularly wanted looked at I said "I think the radio cassette player has blown a fuse". He replied "Has the end of your phone charger come off in the cigarette lighter recently?". Genius.
Guess where I was.
My weekend was spent distracting Emma from her assignment about Gilgamesh
. Bad Chris; good weekend, though. I helped Emma laugh loudly at and talk over the top of the first season of Alias
. We saw most of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
before I fell asleep. Mostly we ate yummy food, mostly (Ted's Take Away chinese was ordinary, Emma's satay is brilliant). And I got to drive Emma's new car(!), it's shiny. I hope I remember to go back to work tomorrow.Yesterdad.
Best wishes for your first Fathers' Day to Mike, Ted and Rob.
(Good luck Nils, Hana and Max.)
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