bother gravity

Things Never To Do As An Innocent DM: run a Falkenstein session based on H.G. Wells's The First Men In the Moon for a bunch of maths, physics and astronomy geeks. Or, for that matter, while blasted on headache tablets. The only thing that you can say in favour of the situation is that the drug daze dampens the pain of having the flaws in Victorian physics ruthlessly semaphored across the room between consenting players. I was forced to resort to Large Woolly Mammoths at intervals (a cryptic process which almost anyone I've DM'd for should recognise...) However, now have the hapless party on the moon's surface, dodging Giant Moon-Slugs and trying to work out how to stop the Bad Guys from nipping round the back and pinching their ship. Fear and loathing has resulted from the discovery that each crater on the moon's surface has, as its pivotal point, a large deposit of star-iron. That'll teach'em to have a four-person party containing precisely one actual human being. *snort*

This week's interesting discovery: Viggo Mortensen's poetry actually ain't half bad. Not epicly great by any means, but a fairly straightforward voice that sneaks up on you quietly with a certain amount of resonance and nuance. That Aragorn, so a renaissance man.

Jo&Stv brought around their Thailand loot this afternoon - these are the samples which will form the nucleus of their projected import business. I spent a happy hour or so basically buried in beautiful silk, going "oooh!" and "aaah!" a lot. Lovely rich colours and patterns. There is no bad here. I even liked the orange.