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edited September 2016
Rave: I get to play Dread this weekend! And my bestie who's the DM is so pleased with my character sheet, where I'm basically Frollo from Hunchback of Notre Dame if he were born into the position of Theon Greyjoy, pre-Game of Thrones. Pretty stoked about this.
It's also the bf's first tabletop. We have been warned not to do the "couple thing" where we always agree with each other, to which I replied I was intentionally creating an instigator persona, so nbd, I would probably hate everyone equally. (Slightly concerned I'm overwhelming the boyfriend though, who feels pressure due to being the only noob in the line-up. Don't let anyone ever tell you relationships are easy--you never know what your partner will drag you into!)
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
I actually spent time with a human being outside of interacting with them at work or in passing at the library. We played cards and got drunk at their place and it was pretty nice. I don't think I've actually hung out with anyone since secondary school. Hooray for not being as much of a hermit.
I GOT INVITED BACK. THE ROOMMATE CALLED ME THE DELIGHTFUL BRITISH BOY WITH THE FOUL MOUTH. ???????????
I just finished season 2 of Mr. Robot. Holy mother of God, this is quite possibly the greatest show on television. It's so surreal and wonderful. I can't wait for next season!
Guys just in case you didn't notice, Zootopia is on Netflix. No more excuses.
Saw it, it was amazing.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
So for the last two years while I've not been here, I've been throwing myself into the world of AmDram. It's a thing I've enjoyed doing since I was little, and every year I've been involved in the local Pantomime (for those of you who don't know what a Pantomime is, it's a seasonal production usually around fairytales or other good guy/bad guy tropes, lots of comedy and audience participation)
Two years in a row I've played some sort of villain, sidekick in my first year and the main villain last year (with the worst American accent, like you know how English people mock Americans trying to do English accents? This was totally the reverse)
This year it's the Three Musketeers, I decided to go for four different roles, two good, two bad with no real preference on any as they're all rather fantastic and vary in the challenges they offer.
Director just got back to me and offered me the role of lead villain (the worst type of villain imaginable at that, a French Cardinal) which I'm really happy to do, but I'm becoming somewhat stereotyped as the bad guy.
I'm starting to think that rather than being good at acting I'm just a natural bastard with a face not even my mother could love.
The divine voice
of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations,
Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
@Karlach it's definitely an acting thing, not an appearance. If you need help thinking that way, name the 'action' movie stars, and all the other genres with their stereotypes. I'm stoked you got offered a lead role, it means they noticed your talent for it! So go be that dastardly bastard!
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Director just got back to me and offered me the role of lead villain (the worst type of villain imaginable at that, a French Cardinal) which I'm really happy to do, but I'm becoming somewhat stereotyped as the bad guy.
I'm starting to think that rather than being good at acting I'm just a natural bastard with a face not even my mother could love.
I took part in the 24 Hour Theater Festival basically every year when I was in university. I was Satan once, a mad scientist once, and Actual Death once. Apparently I've got a type.
Jadice, the Frost Queen says to you, "Constant vigilance."
In a couple weeks (after Canadian Thanksgiving) I will be going down to once a month at my part time job, I have been fairly exhausted working both my new full time job as a Surveying Technician (40ish hours a week) and my part time job at the grocery store (6-9 hours a week). I will hopefully be more awake and able to stand sitting in front of a computer soon (I have picked up playing games again so this is a good sign). It's been a rough few weeks adjusting, but I am getting used to it.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
So; bit of a self-rave. I haven't had any fun projects to code for a while, and just today the company I work for was complaining about barcodes, and how their free online barcode generator didn't generate them as they'd want them. They also called me up to the office to have a look at it (for whatever reason); the problem was that the font size was too small.
I showed them that you could crop the image and just write a new font, at which point they went "Oh, huh, I suppose you can do that". Shortly after that they realised they needed over 1000 barcodes done... Either way, my job there done (note that my official position has nothing about computers in it), I started thinking about it.
Fast forward to about one hour after I got home, and I've got a barcode generator of my own up and running. I just sent them a mail going "Yeah, so I was bored, so I made my own; have a look". Will be interesting to see how they'll respond
Today I woke up with an idea for a story in my head that didn't vanish immediately. I've got a creation mythos and a basic plot, as well as three solid characters. I might actually finish this project if I start it!
As insincere as this is going to sound, I wish you the best of luck. Those are three of the cornerstones of a good story as long as you can keep writing without getting bogged down in the details like certain lazy lumps I know.
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When your creative work unexpectedly pays off in really validating, really awesome ways.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
In a few minutes I'll be handling my first class ever at my new workplace. I am both excited and nervous. I must share the glories of the potato to them.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
@Siam Did you starch your clothes? Are you full of energy to power a small light? Are you good no matter what form you take? If so, you're ready and we wish you luck.
Day in and day out have I trained and now I can power not one lightbulb but one city! Muahahaha.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
Due to a range of health insurance issues, I haven't been able to see my psychologist since June. Had our first meeting again today and I instantly feel really good, energized and productive. Ive sampled out a lot of different therapists, psychologists and psychiatrists - finding the right fit is so important. This guy specializes in cognitive psychology, which focuses on looking at how the brain works to affect behavior, mood, habits and how to help control them. I am hyper aware of my own issues but need help with tools to tackle them, so he is a great match for me.
P.S. to anyone in or looking for therapy, I really recommend trying a range of people if you aren't finding success. I hated therapy every time I tried it, for years, until I found my current doctor.
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It's also the bf's first tabletop. We have been warned not to do the "couple thing" where we always agree with each other, to which I replied I was intentionally creating an instigator persona, so nbd, I would probably hate everyone equally. (Slightly concerned I'm overwhelming the boyfriend though, who feels pressure due to being the only noob in the line-up. Don't let anyone ever tell you relationships are easy--you never know what your partner will drag you into!)
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Vive l'apostrophe!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Two years in a row I've played some sort of villain, sidekick in my first year and the main villain last year (with the worst American accent, like you know how English people mock Americans trying to do English accents? This was totally the reverse)
This year it's the Three Musketeers, I decided to go for four different roles, two good, two bad with no real preference on any as they're all rather fantastic and vary in the challenges they offer.
Director just got back to me and offered me the role of lead villain (the worst type of villain imaginable at that, a French Cardinal) which I'm really happy to do, but I'm becoming somewhat stereotyped as the bad guy.
I'm starting to think that rather than being good at acting I'm just a natural bastard with a face not even my mother could love.
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
I had 100% given up hope and assumed some college student somewhere was now using my ID to snag beers or something. \o/
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
I showed them that you could crop the image and just write a new font, at which point they went "Oh, huh, I suppose you can do that". Shortly after that they realised they needed over 1000 barcodes done... Either way, my job there done (note that my official position has nothing about computers in it), I started thinking about it.
Fast forward to about one hour after I got home, and I've got a barcode generator of my own up and running. I just sent them a mail going "Yeah, so I was bored, so I made my own; have a look". Will be interesting to see how they'll respond
Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
Everyone should look at my teeny weeny boxes.
Smaller boxes? Check
Screwdriver? Double check.
P.S. to anyone in or looking for therapy, I really recommend trying a range of people if you aren't finding success. I hated therapy every time I tried it, for years, until I found my current doctor.