Further Assimilations

Our Shadowrun Game Night rolled around last night. We'd missed the last few due to various logistical issues, but finally we had everyone except Lewis and Amy. So what did we do? Spent the evening catching up with each other.

Heh. Can't say I minded too much. It's good to hang with one's friends for whatever reason.

Of course, the tornado warning last night added a little drama - apparently the center of the 'red zone' passed right by Jesse's house. no damage done, though, and she was able to relax a bit after the worst passed.

Well, we'll just have to get together again in two weeks!

• 07:41 Mythbaby: "Mythbusters" Build Team member Kari Byron is pregnant! Congratulations! Guess she'll be missing some of the rougher stunts. #
• 14:50 Walked to client and back, about 10 minutes each way. Great day for it, 70 degrees out. #

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Langley is closed for the day, which surprises me. There's a dusting of snow outside, but it sure isn't anything I couldn't drive through. Perhaps the bridge-tunnels are unsafe. Our e-mail notification system is a tease, though: "Check Sunday at 7pm." 7pm Sunday: "Not sure. Check Monday at 5am." 5am Monday: "We're definitely closed until Monday at noon. Check at 10am for more." 10am Monday: "Yeah, okay, we're closed."

The upshot is that I have a day off, and for once Starr's not working today either. We didn't see much of each other this weekend, so this'll be nice. We might hit the Y together and get some exercising in. The cats are thrilled to have us home, which means they are all over us every second. I'm thinking of getting some kitty restraints. (Cue Steve Martin's "Cat Handcuffs" routine.)

I made my hotel reservations for Technicon this weekend. Went nuts and got a suite, since a suite at the Microtel costs less than a twin bed other places. My plan right now is to drive up Friday after work, chill Friday night, do the con and some local socializing, and drive home Monday. I often miss everyone up there. You guys need to all come down to MarsCon or NekoCon or something now so we can hang out.

Mom tried to move back into the house at Kentland this weekend. With reservations, I support this - her plan sounds workable, and she's going to have outside help. But we learned that a pipe was broken, necessitating shutting off the water, and the gas was also shut off for some reason. I have to get her and Whitney together to get that fixed, as there's not much I can do about it from here.

And speaking of houses... Starr's parents have made us an offer to buy this house from them. Without going into details, it's a deal we would be complete fools to pass up. We've agreed to their offer, and are setting up the money now. Nothing's been signed yet, but it looks like we are going to be homeowners.

I'm going to own a house. A four-bedroom, 2.5 bath house in a nice neighborhood, with a garage, a swimming pool, a fireplace... and this from a guy who was amazed he could afford a three-bedroom apartment. I'm still a little dazed at the prospect... this is awesome. Starr's right now looking at mortgage rates from her USAA membership, we might even get a good rate. Whoa. *deep breaths* Please send good thoughts my way if you can spare them. This means a lot to me!

This morning Chesapeake got its first real frost of the season. Combine that with a very light fog, and the drive to work was just generally washed out a bit. Just a little bit dim and faint, as though the world was fading in around me and had gotten stuck at 98% complete.

On the other hand, at least I got to make the entire drive with the sun up. This has nothing to do yet with the longer days, but with the fact that the new kitten fall asleep on my chest this morning as I read the night's email. I can't blame it on the kitten - she weighs substantially less than a pound - but she was certainly a contributing factor.

Did you know you can program your computer to play World of Warcraft for you while you're not there? Pretty pointless of course, and Blizzard and the rest of we players would like it to stop because it messes up questing and the economy, but it can be done. I decry the practice - decry, decry - but the one place I'd consider it is the Fishing hobby.

You can level up your character's Cooking skill by standing in front of a stove for a few minutes with all those critter parts you've been collecting while you killed everything. You can do the same for your First Aid skill by spending five minutes making bandages from all the cloth the bad guys dropped. But leveling up Fishing takes hours and hours and hours and hours of staring at the little float on your fishing line. The higher Fishing level you reach, the larger number of hours you'll be spending for the next 25-point gain.

WoW fishing is fairly useful in the game, and I wish I had a higher level in it, but this is just too much realism for me.

EDIT: Just to be clear, I will repeat that using the autoplay programs will get a player banned from the game, and myself I agree with Blizzard's reasoning on the matter. On top of all that, it's also lame. You don't want to be lame, do you?

Local weather is trying to be obliging. "You don't have a light jacket right now? Okay, we'll just drop the morning temp to 45 degrees so you can wear your winter coat, does that help?"

Had a very weird dream the other night where I climbed down a narrow drainage pipe to find myself in a secret underground studio where they were filming the return of "Mystery Science Theater 3000" to the cable channels. I was privileged to sit in on one of the sessions where they watch the movie and write the jokes; I started ad-libbing along, and they hired me on the spot, causing me to draw the wrath of one of the other writers for some reason. Any dream interpreters wanna take a shot at that one?

In the ongoing Stuff Reduction Plan, I did some heavy game materials archaeology yesterday. I found my copy of Amber Diceless, a fascinating take on RPG mechanics that uses no random chance at all; Star Warriors, a fast-paced, careening tactical game of Star Wars fightercraft; and Ogre, light infantry and vehicles against a robot tank the size of a small city block. I'm keeping those. (Actually, I fear the Ogre set may belong to rattrap.)

Going away is the stack of official Star Trek fan magazines, which will be probably be trashed; and raininva has dibs on the bigger stack of West End Star Wars RPG and Indiana Jones RPG books. Battletech 3025 scenario and source- books are going; Battletech 'Mech listing books are staying. I'm not sure whether I'm keeping Castle Falkenstein, or the hardcover first-edition copy of White Wolf Mage. (Starr, a onetime Vampire LARPer, may give me permission to keep that.) However, I will divest myself of the two Last Unicorn Star Trek RPG hardcovers, and the Traveller: A New Era core book. I have a lot of gaming stuff.

Last treasure unearthed: my Wireframe Babylon Project books and GM screen. The savvy fan will find the names of jsciv, yubbie, and impink within; and down in the playtesting credits, a listing for some doof that goes by mikailborg online. Yeah, I'm keeping that one.

So who was I listening to in the car on the way to work today?

The Dresden Dolls and OreSkaBand. I would have liked to see OreSkaBand when they were here this week, but I couldn't exaclty take Tuesday off :(

I blame my musical taste on my mother, who tricked me into liking classical and folk in addition to the rock I got off the radio; and Tom Monaghan, who ate little more than ramen through his college years in order to acquire a huge and supremely eclectic CD collection.

When someone asks me what they're likely to find on my iPod, I answer "almost anything from a Bach symphony to Japanese bubblegum punk."

Walked a mile-and-a-half today. I really need to do this earlier in the morning before the mercury tops 80.

If someone's Twitter profile page says that they are following 35,000 people, than I somehow doubt that their 'personalized' request for me to follow them back means much. It doesn't help that all their tweets are private. How do I know if you're interesting if I can't read your tweets / journal entries / etc.? This is also why I don't have a MySpace.

Spent all night last night trying to catch up on e-mail correspondence, and in the process, forgot to call my mom and check on her, which I am not especially proud of. I did get the gerbil cage cleaned, though, which I've been promising to do for a couple of weeks.

cynical_prophet sent me this picture of myself from 1988. I was kind of down that night, and the pic was a surprise, so I don't have the best expression. Starr had a fairly amusing reaction: "Is that you!?"

"Yes, it's me, about 20 years ago."

"Wait... you still have that shirt!"

"Not that it fits, it's a size medium or so."

"More like size Tiny!"

Temperatures are down a little, so I am walking again. Missed yesterday, but I aim for a mile today!

EDIT: Hokey smokes, they are sending my mom home from the hospital on Friday. Now that, boys and girls, is a solid recovery. I know she's going to love getting to see her kitty again!

Finished my 10th mile of the new mile-a-workday program. At this rate, I should reach Rivendell by Christmas :) Yesterday and today were beautiful walking days - 70 degrees, light breeze, cloudless skies. I notice that I'm slightly less overheated and winded than I was two weeks ago, though much progress remains to be made.

With the removal of two 200-calorie Cokes from my day, and a 200-calorie walk in addition, I'm hoping I see even a tiny bit of body difference in a month or two. I mean, I figure my diet beforehand was in the 2,200 - 2,400 calorie per day range, so that's a fairly big cut.

After around 20-years, I have reconnected with cynical_prophet. He and I used to be thick as thieves in the Pathfinder days, but we had a falling out. That water's long passed under that bridge, and I found him through clicking random LJ links - it's good to hear from him again. Hard to write a short letter about "here's what I've been up to for the last two decades", though.

Rough start to the day.

Didn't sleep well - under-hydrated, I think. 200 spam messages from last night in my inbox: the Russian spammers are trying some new tricks. I can't even read most of the e-mails. More idiots driving 45 in the passing lane, then shifting right and doing 70 in the slow lane; and to top it off, my morning podcast glitched out halfway into the drive.

On the other hand, I was greeted again this morning by friendly ducks on the way out to my car. Last night was great, with pizza and WoW provided by Starr and a remarkably clean apartment she'd spent her "lazy day" scrubbing. And this morning I heard that my longtime partner-in-crime Tom Monaghan, one of the few Starfleeters to hold officer posts on USS Heimdal, Pathfinder, McKay, Yeager, and Ma'at, signed his first fiction book contract! Awesome!

So karma balances, and if the rain lets up at all I'll get some more walking in today. Into the fray!

BIG weekend.

rhaps and shrewlet came down, partially to socialize, and partially to pick up some unused floor tile from Starr's mom.

I won't list all the places to which I drove on Saturday and Sunday, it would be tedious for both writer and readers. But my destinations involved finances, prescriptions, breakfasts, lunch, dinner, additional socializing with Dwight, Bert, and Meche, HD channels for the TV, tile collection, and flowers.

The irises were interesting. Turns out that they were free because I had to dig them out of the lady's downtown Norfolk garden myself. In the rain. And I hadn't brought tools. And there were two hens and a rooster looking over my shoulder and providing constructive criticism.

On the other hand, the additional HD channels were all free, and consisted of content such as Discovery, Science, Food Network, Bravo, and TLC: the only sort of channels our TV tends to be tuned to anyway. We did watch 2001: A Space Odyssey on Universal HD, learning that yes, a pretty movie gets prettier at 1080i.

Good weekend, but I'm pooped.