I'm late for work

A quick journal entry to say a very few things.

A) I'm fried lately. Used up all my reserve spoons to go to Ohio, which I don't regret in the slightest, but it means I'm running low on spoons all the freaking time now.

B) No spoons to update in a meaningful way. See above.

C) I miss tabletop roleplaying. Have no time or spoons to do so. See above.

D) Having a blast with Bluebook. That by itself restores at least one spoon a day. I've been watching Jurassic Park II and Jurassic Park III for our next mission (the store didn't have the first one, in case you were wondering), and III has some great quotes for the mission. "If we split up, I'm going with you guys..." II sucks like a Hoover.

E) My job is, surprise surprise, not very fulfilling. I'd really like them to get their acts together and at least hire me so I can get some benefits out of this.

F) I saw the future of my job in a dream last night, and while I don't remember much except for airplane rides, I do remember that the future is fuzzy reindeer antlers. The kind you wear on a hairband around Christmas time. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

G) I keep forgetting to do something very important. I always remember when I'm not in a position to do it, and when I get home and am right. there. I forget. Gah. I have to cease being a flake. Or at least find a sheet of paper that's the right size to put a to-do list on the fridge.

H) The cats have puked on the floor every single day this week. Sometimes twice a day. Different cat every day. I feel so blessed.

Repeat mantra: I love my kitties. I love my kitties. I love my kitties. I love my kitties. I love my kitties. I love my kitties...

Very late for work now. Gotta run.

There is no loud...

So, if you're in or around Montreal on June 11th, consider yourselves invited. random_colour is opening for Invisible at Paradoxe.

It's Invisible's second gig, random_colour's first. It's not an official gig: we've rented the space ourselves, and split the cost between the bands. We're doing it because we want to make music, and because we rock like a rocking thing (and I should know).

Paradoxe

(Point St.Charles YMCA)
255, rue Ash
Montreal, Quebec
H3K 2R1

Doors open at 7:30pm, and we plan to start at 8pm. There's no charge.

Directions will follow in another post.

I wonder...

Seriously, I wonder whether it's a good thing that our band has a drummer who's partly deaf in one ear?

^^;

Why you should never argue with your characters...

This is me rambling about Bluebook. There are about, oh, six people on here who'll know what I'm talking about, four who'll find this amusing, and possibly two who'll care.

The rest of you have been warned. ^_^

Quick background info, for those who care. The game is based on Stargate SG1, the television show. The character (Kay) is a diplomat, assigned to field missions. She makes nice with the local alien populations (all humanoid for simplicity's sake), when applicable.

In this case, we came up with, as I mentioned before, a dinosaur planet scenario. No humans.

Here's where the argument between me and my character comes in. We (the other players and I) have been itching to get going with this plot for ages. Other posts and stuff have had to be resolved first, and it's been a long time coming. Play by email games are just slow by nature.

Our team is in the briefing room, the CO gives us the quick run-down of what we're supposed to do on the planet, and says the magic phrase: "Any questions?"

So it goes something like this:


CO: "Any questions?"

Me: "No. No questions. Let's get to the dinosaurs! Dinosaurs! Yaaaaay!" *starts plotting*

Kay: "Waitaminute. We're going to a place which might potentially be inhabited! I'm a diplomat, I want to know what we're supposed to do if we encounter human populations. You damned well bet I have a question. Let's post!"

Me: "No no no. Let's not post a question, that'll delay getting to the planet. I want to write about the dinosaurs. There are no questions. Let's just gloss over that, shall we?"

Kay: *patiently* "But it's my job. I can't just gloss. I have to ask a question about the human inhabitants."

Me: "No. There are no humans in this mission. Only dinosaurs."

Kay: "Yeah, but I can't possibly know that, can I? It's Out Of Character Knowledge."

Me: "I hate you." *posts question*