March 21st, 2008

moria mask

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today is a day where i'm especially bummed about iphisol having moved to dirty california. the advertisements for the ruins are pretty much getting to me, & we had out standing date to go see any movie that happens in a cave, no matter how bad it looks (from the descent which was awesome to the cave which was the opposite). plus, doomsday, which is a movie done by the same people who brought us the descent? what kind of world is it where i can't go to bad horror flicks with imogen. what kind of world, i ask you. & there is even that movie with sabertooth tigers & mammoths out, too! shit! bullshit!
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candyangel

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alright, i've taken care of a nice, fat glut of a busy morning, bought back more than a thousand dollars in used books, & just put a kettle on to boil. i'm expecting a slow day, since brooklyn college is closed for spring break, but i'm also expecting a lonesome day, since i know peter is taking the day off & maybe everyone else? i'm the sheriff around these parts! huh: sheriff is a shortening of "shire reeve." i sort of expected it to have a more interesting origin. shame on you, boring old english word! i wanted you to be related to "sharif".

last night jenny was out cruising with carla, cruising the strip, hanging out in cop bars, biker bars, gay bars. bars! she's the real prisoner, baby, & all those bars are the cage keeping her in: the gaol of intoxication! me, i was hellbent on getting to the gym (or really, heavenbent, me & my army, all kinds of heavenbent) so that was the way i was! then i came home & attended to my own intertainment: krull! such a good movie. i was amazed & astonished by the opening sequence, & left a very embarassing voice post about how it was originally going to be the dungeons & dragons movie when it was pitched, & how if it had been the dnd film how the opening sequence with the spacescape 2001-style would have blown everyone's mind.
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talk talk

reap & sow, john barleycorn!

one of the things that is weird about running a game is constraining myself from talking about it. not just about the game, or about what sort of things i have planned for the next session, but about the world over-all. questions of setting. i have all kinds of details & broad strokes constantly competing in the back of my mind, & sometimes the settle, like sand through a sieve, leaving artifacts & hints behinds. other times they stir up into a duststorm, driving the premise before them like an oakie. running a horror & suspense game, i have to keep my cards close to my chest. really, i don't think you have a choice; wonder & awe are easily compromised by familiarity. take cthulhu; the unimaginable horror has been turned into a mascot & a stuffed animal. partly that was why i wanted cloverfield to turn out to be him; it would have done wonders for renovating his image.

i am trying to play things a little bit differently this game. last game was themed with paranoia & conspiracy; i want to not over-use such tropes in this game. it is hard though, since players assume anyone who is active or has an agenda is automatically a villain. anyhow, i want to explore some of the nooks & corners of urth in this game; i have plans for that. last game was very metropolitan, very much internal, & i want this game to be a little more outwardly directed. so i'm not keeping it secret that the synod's affiliation with the goblin hegemony runs deep & has pseudo-religious undertones thanks to the necromanteon traditions of the church of lux invictus. other things, such as the inter-relations of the xoanon & the eidolon, i am keeping wrapped up in brown-paper bags, but i intend to explore them in the story if such things are allowed. i'm interested in my game, is my point, i guess.
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blur shotgun

the only astronaut minding his battlestation.

i suppose i could talk about little details i've been cooking up. like: about malake, the city they are in. they military is what i think of as "post-aztec," with the concept of nobility having been usurped by economics & pushed to the fringes (only in client suburbs does a land-owning nobility exist, & without land-owning, nobility is not recognized in malake). that leaves the soldiering to the elites, warrior societies in the style of the jaguar & eagle warriors: so the skulls wear giant animal skulls instead of helms, & the rhinos wear rhinoceros hide armor & so forth. the elites are private military corporations, yeah? with an emphasis on capturing enemies, to later be ransomed or sold as slaves. in case of actual, open warfare, the population of malake is subject to a muster by lottery. the police are the wardens, who are technically hired by the doge of the city, though the doge hires them out of state funds. the sharif or sheriff of each "theme" (the basic unit of city organization) distributes the funds to the wardens under him, equiping them with quilted coats & hammers. so there is that.
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dracular

slaphappy cabinfever!

here is something, some fun facts: i am baffled by the idea of coffee. totally twists arounds my brains, makes me assume strange things, question reasonable notions. like: i don't think mice can eat coffee. mice or bugs. it seems to me like they can't. & i don't think coffee has any nutrients in it, any calories or anything. seems like it can't! also, dumping coffee grounds down the toilet seems like the best idea in the world. coffee can only be good for the water table. plus, i think it secretly cleans the toilet bowl. see, not about caffine, or the drug effects of coffee. about the substance, the beans & the grounds. it seems like they are a special kind of dirt, not so much a kind of food. okay? okay, now i have to go outside & chase around pigeons with a broom, like a lunatic.
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cigarette burns

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so jenny fell asleep at eight o' clock & operation: hey mordicai don't talk to anyone! is BACK ON TRACK. i watched some television for a while but drinking wine & fucking off on the internet beats stupid old passive media. here is the story of this glass of wine. jenny put a bottle of wine in the freezer overnight on tuesday so it EXPLODED & then on wednesday we had slush wine with our regular wine. except i forgot to move one of the bottles of white from the freezer to the fridge & it EXPLODED & then i did move it, & it defrosted, & now i am drinking it. there are little flecks of white in it, which is either lead paint or maybe toxic freon or something. i might get refrigerator powers & then what would gail simone have to say about THAT? anyhow, hey, i don't have a lot to talk about as to my behavior tonight. like: i deposited a check! WHAT! i know, right? & i picked up thai food! WOAH! it is like watching universal soldier, it will keep you on the edge of your seat wondering "what next?" & also i am wearing a necklace of ears. so anyhow now my job is to sort of putter around the apartment as a familiar influence for jenny while she sleeps on the couch. that is to say, without making too much noise. i am the avatar of safety! i carry around a dagger in the waistband of my pajamas. one of the...what do you call those guys. russian barbarian guys. cossacks. one of their knives. hole on, if i can find jenny's camera i'll take a picture. anyhow, my guy tom gave the knife to me. where the hell is the fucking camera! i found it's slipcase. naked camera, skinny dipping. where are you! fucking what is this, wild things, with the boobies, & the naked camera? there, it took me like fifteen minutes to find, & then i forgot that i have no idea how to take photographs. can you somehow use mirrors? i feel like you can. i tried that. let me see, but i bet these are all rubbish. poor dorky mordicai!


using the flash is hard & doesn't really make sense to me. what is the flash?



i look like i'm fucking blanka from street fighter all hunched over.
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moria mask

i have a computer & i'm not afraid to use it!

okay! i read the recent confessions of a full-time wizard article by mazzanoble, & it is something i'm going to miss when dnd falls back on an internet model that didn't work five years ago & starts charging for access to their website. you know the only other people who charge for access to their website? "the seduction community." anyhow! i was reading it & it made me think of how much i hate this "online" element to 4th edition that they are teasing us with. okay, some of my guys (bernie & kingtycoon mostly) are excited about it. in a perfect world, sure, maybe adjudicating things on your computer might be easier than with a pencil & scrap paper. for bernie, for sure, since he's the spreadsheet ninja. he'll min-max a character because it seems silly for him not to, all everything in their cute little boxes. & kingtycoon has a point what with being able to show your handouts to everyone or whatever. whatever. & yeah, it would be fun to play with people, your ace people, even if they live far away. but they are dreaming. in the weird fantasy world where playing world of warcraft counts as gaming, or as socializing. yes, i'm a snob! but okay, back to shelly's article: she gives the "character portrait" thing a go. & sure, i can see it being fun. i like making mii's for the wii. i like making characters for rock band or whatever. but you know what? & here is the real nitty-gritty. for the game i'm going to run, i need something different. most of my npc picture i get from ripping pages out of fashion magazines or old art textbooks. i don't need an elf with flowing blonde hair in leather armor. i need a gentleman in a powdered wig & dressed in tlahuiztli. i don't want mountains for a background, i want a bustling clock-punk metropolis.

i don't want to play with you proprietary universe, i want to play in mine. & you know, i don't want to get too bent out of shape. third edition invented the open source game, invented d20, the srd, ogl, all the different tools to let you do what you wanted, with the blessing of the wizards of the coast. but if they are going to start locking down their content (like, & i know, i know, one note song, but denying paizo a license & publishing their material online in a pay-for-membership format) i worry about future permutations of open content. will the rules be open content? i think so. we'll see. will the worlds be open content? well, the core stuff maybe, unless we're talking mindflayers & beholders, which is fine. i'm not disputing keeping that stuff close to the chest. i just have concerns that it will be as integrated with the software as some people are claiming. i don't really thing it will be, but if it does? i can only imagine that the software will be part of the proprietary information of the game. heck, maybe not. maybe they'll surprise me & make it all free. but see, again, we're back to charging for website access-- it doesn't vibe "net savvy," does it? so what. what then. i guess we find out in may.

hey, remember that army of darkness ps2 game? fun!
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ninjitsu

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speaking of "all is vanity," i've started selling my nanowrimo novel at work, & we've sold four copies so far, some even to strangers (<- not true). so that is pretty funny. i am totally sincere in saying that i will rewrite the ending & edit it; now all i need to do is translate that sincerity into action. the samurai way. but still, having "store friends" like the neighborhood cop & regulars pick it up is fun. what do i know from fun? i've basically had four hours of interaction today. david came in a little after three & so there is some chit-chat potential. then at home jenny was awake for nearly an hour. four hours! i'm kind of a. what is the word for it. abandonment issues...no, wait, attention whore. attention whore. talking to customers doesn't count. they think (true story) knowing the first letter of their professors name is enough info. seriously, "z. it is an english class?" then they hang around for twenty minutes staring at you for having the audacity to make them feel stupid. there were a couple of personable people in the store today. a lady who cared about editing. people with kids who bought good comics. always nice to sell good comics. i do have to slip free of that mousetrap though. come on, dice, i keep throwing you! & tomorrow is another day. listen, let's not get hung up on the rocks in the river styx! we're trying to have a nice time here. a "party." a solo party. on the plus side, jenny is totally sleeping in the bed about three feet away, & i can see her arm where she has it thrown over her eyes. she is breathing, which is comforting! i am not good at that. breathing. but i have other positive traits! i do! my guidance councilor said i was handsome! oh who am i kidding. we can only move the puzzle pieces along so much on the jig saw.
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facehugger

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earlier today i kept thinking-- & this is a true story, not a total made-up lie-- about cthulhu & the nature of the alien. i was really doing it guys. it was like i was a real boy, with thoughts & opinions & everything. really, i'm just an infection that is inside of you even as you read this, & i am older than anything you know, but today for a little bit i was just like any other boy! i was considering the stages of cthulhu. it is a good avatar to shine some light on. i mean, you've got your lovecraft, you understanding that the uncaring universe is woah, way beyond giving a shit about you. that, the show of realization against civilization, is maybe the first wave? but next you've got your howard. robbie e. doesn't give a fuck about nihilism, dude. of course the universe is out to get him; the world is out to get him too. howard is the defiance of lack of meaning. anyhow, i went around thinking that modern science fiction is the understanding of total nihilism. if man means nothing (ps: humanity means nothing) than how can you stretch it to make cthulhu mean something? he is nothing too, all is nothing. the center is everywhere & is nowhere; azathoth is nothing. aliens are just fancy space people. sure. okay. i'm not on that team. earlier today, kingtycoon said that maybe since i left the wastelands i got my nihilism dimmed. i'd say no, but not to disagree with him. living in gotham has totally shown me different things. sharpened my sword. it tells me that, you know what? progress can be made on the war effort. we are coming, heavenbent.
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