So much to post about...
Oct. 27th, 2006 02:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeI haven't been posting much of substance here lately. The problem with having tons of stuff to post about is that I rarely have the time or energy to actually post any of it.
I spent Thanksgiving weekend with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fearsclave and his lovely extended family. Took the train out, which I must say is a very civilised mode of transportation. I was suffering from a very annoying cold at the time, but nothing that really interfered with my enjoyment of the weekend.
fearsclave met me at the train station and took me to dinner with his lovely and unparalleled wife at the local "we-cook-absolutely-everything" restaurant where we usually have breakfast. We had a very large pizza with pineapple on it, because both Carolyn and I like pineapple on pizza (yes, I know: shock, dismay, horror), although I love pineapple in all its forms and she can only have it on pizza.
We finished the evening by watching "Shawn of the Dead" followed by the remake of "Night of the Living Dead," after which I went and collapsed in a tired heap on my bed. One of the things I love about the Fearsranch is the guest bed. It's waaaay comfier than my own bed at home, so I always sleep really well there.
Saturday morning was spent cheerfully shooting at zombie targets. I've found that I can at the very least handle a shotgun, if not altogether accurately. I had more difficulty with the .22 because I can't seem to quite get the hang of re-loading it. Also, I need to get the prescription for my glasses changed, because I couldn't really see the target, not even at twenty yards. Oh, sure, I could see the paper and sort of a black smudge, but that was about it. I also haven't figured out how to sight the thing properly. The shotgun, OTOH, is a lovely, lovely weapon. If zombies ever do attack I'm *so* getting a shotgun. Easy to load, point and shoot, and no fiddling around with pins and worrying about your breathing. ;)
I eventually leftfearsclave and his uncle to continue waging war against the local vegetable population (his uncle is getting pretty proficient with the flintlock that fearsclave bought when he didn't have a license for anything) and went to visit looking4wings and wultabat. They gave me tea and let me sit in a comfy chair in their living room all afternoon and do absolutely nothing, which was exactly what I needed. For the first time I realized I knew that the percussion instrument they have hanging on their wall is a boran. I was unreasonably excited by the fact that I knew this, but 'twas fun nonetheless.
Carolyn wasn't feeling too well that day, so once she came home from work she put herself to bed and we didn't see much her until the next morning.
fearsclave joined us for supper after, and I indulged myself with a game of digital crack, otherwise known as "Bejeweled," until we kicked ourselves out and went to watch more zombie movies at his place. This time we watched "Dawn of the Dead" and its remake, and while the remake was very very tense and Sarah Polly has grown up t3h h4wt, the zombies weren't really zombies. In fact, it was a lot more tense when the zombies weren't immediately in view, because they were kind of silly-looking when they ran full-tilt at people, waving their arms about. Still, a good time all-around.
We got up very late the next morning, then bopped down to Alexandria to catch breakfast at the same place we went to on Friday evening. We were due atfearsclave's brother's house for Thanksgiving dinner at 3pm (these things start early, don't you know), so we barely had time to go home, spruce up a little, take a half-hour walk so fearsclave could examine his deer lures, and then rush off.
Thanksgiving Dinner #1 was quite a success. Every time I seefearsclave's brother he pulls out his guitar (he used to play in a band) and we all try to find songs that we know and sing along with them. There was so much food that we couldn't even finish two-thirds of it (although it was delicious). Even the brother's mother-in-law (regular readers will remember her from this post about the wedding) made a point of being really nice. So a good time was had all-around.
We ended up trading Carolyn for Gabe 'n' Allie,fearsclave's nine-year-old nephew and six-year-old niece, who came to sleep over. It was probably a lot more fun for me than for fearsclave, who was rather like a deer in headlights for a good part of the experience.
"Unclefearsclave! Uncle fearsclave! Come look!"
"Unclefearsclave! How do I [insert random thing here]?"
"Unclefearsclave! Can I [insert prohibited activity here]."
Etc. It never stopped, except when they were asleep. Ally is a firecracker of a girl, and remarkably intelligent for her age. She also never shuts up. Gabe is very much a typical nine-year-old boy, all destructive energy and bullheadedness. We went to look for deer early in the morning on Monday, but the presence of two very exuberant children and an even-more-exuberant dog pretty much excluded our seeing much. We did catch sight of a rabbit, and Gabe flushed a grouse at some point.
Eventually we had to call it a morning and take the kids back to their parents so that we could collect Carolyn and go off to Thanksgiving Dinner #2. While we waited for her to get up and get ready, Allie decided that I would be reading to her. So we went through a number of books about little girls who want to be ballerinas, and so forth, until she pulled out what is essentially kryptonite for me: "I Love You Forever" by Robert Munsch. I can't read that book without crying, so it was an interesting exercise in self-control to read that to a little girl. I really need to get her "The Paper Bag Princess". Every little girl should have that book to read. It's very important.
Anyway, Thanksgiving Dinner #2 with Carolyn's family went very well too. It was more subdued and there were fewer people, but the conversation was fun and animated, and the food was delicious as usual. I came out of that weekend with a wicked case of tryptophan poisoning.
All too soon, though, it was time to go.fearsclave dropped me off at work on Tuesday morning, and on Wednesday morning I found out I didn't have a job anymore.
Tarasmas, to my dismay, was nearly two weeks ago, and I don't think I even mentioned it. I think I was lulled into a false sense of it already being on the internet due to everyone else in the universe (or at least, everyone who was there) posting about it. Tarasmas was, as usual, tremendous amounts of fun. t! once again pulled off several scripts in a period slightly longer than 24 hours which, while not especially fantastic for his health, turned out brilliantly again. The twist this time was that all the scripts were connected by a "behind-the-scenes" script in which some of the "actors" and the director, not to mention the stage manager, all got to run around trying to make a radio production come to life. Good times.
Highlights were:
miseri and sandman7 reprising their old roles and engaging in rhyming. Fun to see the "actors" behind the characters, too.
sorceror managing two accents in the same play ("Oh, I say, that's a sticky wicket, what?" "Vell, vhy don't you just unschtick ze vicket?").
ai731 uttering the best deadpan lines I've heard in a while.
Phil-Who-Doesn't-Have-An-LJ as a method actor with a really bad French accent.
owldaughter shrieking fit to raise the dead.
the_adzo turning into Garkon two-thirds of the way through the performance.
gmarc as an evil genius. ("Holy Hannah! Do I have to do all the thinking around here? Yes, waste her to your heart's content!")
I also got my own theme music. t! left it on my answering machine the next day, and I've saved it.
I've been off work for a week. I don't actually feel like anything has happened, although not working for a week has thoroughly mangled my sleeping patterns. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for some major financial cataclysm to occur to stress me out completely.
The next big thing to write about is last night's Thursday game. I've been waiting for about five years to be in on one of the infamous Thursday games, and last night I finally got my chance. Sadly, I'm late for a lunch appointment with the Paternal Unit, and I won't be back at the computer until tomorrow, so it'll have to wait. Suffice it to say, for now, that the game rocked hardcore, especially getting some "real" phone calls from bothkarine and shenlo playing NPCs in the game. It was very awesome. Thanks guys! You really added to the tone of the game.
I spent Thanksgiving weekend with
fearsclave and his lovely extended family. Took the train out, which I must say is a very civilised mode of transportation. I was suffering from a very annoying cold at the time, but nothing that really interfered with my enjoyment of the weekend.fearsclave met me at the train station and took me to dinner with his lovely and unparalleled wife at the local "we-cook-absolutely-everything" restaurant where we usually have breakfast. We had a very large pizza with pineapple on it, because both Carolyn and I like pineapple on pizza (yes, I know: shock, dismay, horror), although I love pineapple in all its forms and she can only have it on pizza.We finished the evening by watching "Shawn of the Dead" followed by the remake of "Night of the Living Dead," after which I went and collapsed in a tired heap on my bed. One of the things I love about the Fearsranch is the guest bed. It's waaaay comfier than my own bed at home, so I always sleep really well there.
Saturday morning was spent cheerfully shooting at zombie targets. I've found that I can at the very least handle a shotgun, if not altogether accurately. I had more difficulty with the .22 because I can't seem to quite get the hang of re-loading it. Also, I need to get the prescription for my glasses changed, because I couldn't really see the target, not even at twenty yards. Oh, sure, I could see the paper and sort of a black smudge, but that was about it. I also haven't figured out how to sight the thing properly. The shotgun, OTOH, is a lovely, lovely weapon. If zombies ever do attack I'm *so* getting a shotgun. Easy to load, point and shoot, and no fiddling around with pins and worrying about your breathing. ;)
I eventually left
fearsclave and his uncle to continue waging war against the local vegetable population (his uncle is getting pretty proficient with the flintlock that fearsclave bought when he didn't have a license for anything) and went to visit looking4wings and wultabat. They gave me tea and let me sit in a comfy chair in their living room all afternoon and do absolutely nothing, which was exactly what I needed. For the first time I realized I knew that the percussion instrument they have hanging on their wall is a boran. I was unreasonably excited by the fact that I knew this, but 'twas fun nonetheless.Carolyn wasn't feeling too well that day, so once she came home from work she put herself to bed and we didn't see much her until the next morning.
fearsclave joined us for supper after, and I indulged myself with a game of digital crack, otherwise known as "Bejeweled," until we kicked ourselves out and went to watch more zombie movies at his place. This time we watched "Dawn of the Dead" and its remake, and while the remake was very very tense and Sarah Polly has grown up t3h h4wt, the zombies weren't really zombies. In fact, it was a lot more tense when the zombies weren't immediately in view, because they were kind of silly-looking when they ran full-tilt at people, waving their arms about. Still, a good time all-around.We got up very late the next morning, then bopped down to Alexandria to catch breakfast at the same place we went to on Friday evening. We were due at
fearsclave's brother's house for Thanksgiving dinner at 3pm (these things start early, don't you know), so we barely had time to go home, spruce up a little, take a half-hour walk so fearsclave could examine his deer lures, and then rush off.Thanksgiving Dinner #1 was quite a success. Every time I see
fearsclave's brother he pulls out his guitar (he used to play in a band) and we all try to find songs that we know and sing along with them. There was so much food that we couldn't even finish two-thirds of it (although it was delicious). Even the brother's mother-in-law (regular readers will remember her from this post about the wedding) made a point of being really nice. So a good time was had all-around.We ended up trading Carolyn for Gabe 'n' Allie,
fearsclave's nine-year-old nephew and six-year-old niece, who came to sleep over. It was probably a lot more fun for me than for fearsclave, who was rather like a deer in headlights for a good part of the experience."Uncle
fearsclave! Uncle fearsclave! Come look!""Uncle
fearsclave! How do I [insert random thing here]?""Uncle
fearsclave! Can I [insert prohibited activity here]."Etc. It never stopped, except when they were asleep. Ally is a firecracker of a girl, and remarkably intelligent for her age. She also never shuts up. Gabe is very much a typical nine-year-old boy, all destructive energy and bullheadedness. We went to look for deer early in the morning on Monday, but the presence of two very exuberant children and an even-more-exuberant dog pretty much excluded our seeing much. We did catch sight of a rabbit, and Gabe flushed a grouse at some point.
Eventually we had to call it a morning and take the kids back to their parents so that we could collect Carolyn and go off to Thanksgiving Dinner #2. While we waited for her to get up and get ready, Allie decided that I would be reading to her. So we went through a number of books about little girls who want to be ballerinas, and so forth, until she pulled out what is essentially kryptonite for me: "I Love You Forever" by Robert Munsch. I can't read that book without crying, so it was an interesting exercise in self-control to read that to a little girl. I really need to get her "The Paper Bag Princess". Every little girl should have that book to read. It's very important.
Anyway, Thanksgiving Dinner #2 with Carolyn's family went very well too. It was more subdued and there were fewer people, but the conversation was fun and animated, and the food was delicious as usual. I came out of that weekend with a wicked case of tryptophan poisoning.
All too soon, though, it was time to go.
fearsclave dropped me off at work on Tuesday morning, and on Wednesday morning I found out I didn't have a job anymore.Tarasmas, to my dismay, was nearly two weeks ago, and I don't think I even mentioned it. I think I was lulled into a false sense of it already being on the internet due to everyone else in the universe (or at least, everyone who was there) posting about it. Tarasmas was, as usual, tremendous amounts of fun. t! once again pulled off several scripts in a period slightly longer than 24 hours which, while not especially fantastic for his health, turned out brilliantly again. The twist this time was that all the scripts were connected by a "behind-the-scenes" script in which some of the "actors" and the director, not to mention the stage manager, all got to run around trying to make a radio production come to life. Good times.
Highlights were:
miseri and sandman7 reprising their old roles and engaging in rhyming. Fun to see the "actors" behind the characters, too.sorceror managing two accents in the same play ("Oh, I say, that's a sticky wicket, what?" "Vell, vhy don't you just unschtick ze vicket?").ai731 uttering the best deadpan lines I've heard in a while.Phil-Who-Doesn't-Have-An-LJ as a method actor with a really bad French accent.
owldaughter shrieking fit to raise the dead.the_adzo turning into Garkon two-thirds of the way through the performance.gmarc as an evil genius. ("Holy Hannah! Do I have to do all the thinking around here? Yes, waste her to your heart's content!")I also got my own theme music. t! left it on my answering machine the next day, and I've saved it.
I've been off work for a week. I don't actually feel like anything has happened, although not working for a week has thoroughly mangled my sleeping patterns. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for some major financial cataclysm to occur to stress me out completely.
The next big thing to write about is last night's Thursday game. I've been waiting for about five years to be in on one of the infamous Thursday games, and last night I finally got my chance. Sadly, I'm late for a lunch appointment with the Paternal Unit, and I won't be back at the computer until tomorrow, so it'll have to wait. Suffice it to say, for now, that the game rocked hardcore, especially getting some "real" phone calls from both
karine and shenlo playing NPCs in the game. It was very awesome. Thanks guys! You really added to the tone of the game.
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Date: 2006-10-27 03:38 pm (UTC)Glad you had such a productive and fun week!
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Date: 2006-10-27 03:55 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-10-27 08:16 pm (UTC)That was a good weekend.
Date: 2006-10-27 11:30 pm (UTC)Phnee and Alice, yay!
The movies were pretty fun, too.
Re: That was a good weekend.
Date: 2006-10-28 12:03 am (UTC)