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freckles_and_doubt) wrote2005-10-07 09:50 am
freckles_and_doubt) wrote2005-10-07 09:50 am
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the geek epiphany
Mich sent this to me this morning, causing several simultaneous effects: dual Serenity/RPG fangirl swooning, hopless jealousy, and a vague yen to run a Firefly game. Then she sent me the photo, which was unfair. Given my predilection for adolescent actor crushes, it should be illegal to publish photos of them actually rolling dice (even rendered silly by the fact that he's holding a pen in his mouth). I may never recover. (You always wondered what the Vin Diesel thing was all about).
Things You Might Not Have Known About Me, #3 (see? I'll get this meme in somehow): apart from one schoolgirl romance, I have never been involved with a man who has not been a role-player. More than that, they've all been DMs, and pretty darn good ones. Although I'm not sure if this is anything I should really be pointing out in public, since "you sad geek!" is pretty much a valid response.
Rubble update: vaguely threatening. They have dug three sides of the foundation, managing to suggest, by the size and shape of the pile of sand, that our house is currently being undermined by a forty-foot mole. They (as in the Army of Reconstruction, not the moles), have also piled a small mountain of stones on the hibiscus bush, eradicating four square metres of lawn, and poured what appears to be white paint into the plectranthus bed. I am not currently enamoured of the Army of Reconstruction. They are no respecters of gardens. And the garden was just starting to look and smell so good!
(Things You Might Not Have Known About Me, #4: I adore scented flowers. The heavier and more luscious the scent, the better. In my ideal world, the garden would be filled with magnolia and moonflowers, jasmine, buddleyah, and real old-fashioned roses out of which all the scent has not been bred. My absolute all-time favourites, however, are freesias - there's currently a bunch on the piano, disseminating scent in a three-metre radius. It always amazes me that more men don't go around wantonly handing ladies large bunches of flowers; it's an incredibly disarming effect for what is really a small, inexpensive effort. In the immortal words of Miles Vorkosigan: "Automated weapons-control systems are expensive. Combat drop missions which go wrong are very expensive. [Flowers] are cheap.")
Must go now, have to write an encyclopedia entry on Ursula le Guin, which entails skip-reading a good proportion of everything by her that I can lay my hands on in the next two days. Also, there's a cat on my mouse, and my cellphone is meeping like a small, lost baby bird, suggesting that, once again, I've forgoten to feed it... Busy, busy, busy.
Things You Might Not Have Known About Me, #3 (see? I'll get this meme in somehow): apart from one schoolgirl romance, I have never been involved with a man who has not been a role-player. More than that, they've all been DMs, and pretty darn good ones. Although I'm not sure if this is anything I should really be pointing out in public, since "you sad geek!" is pretty much a valid response.
Rubble update: vaguely threatening. They have dug three sides of the foundation, managing to suggest, by the size and shape of the pile of sand, that our house is currently being undermined by a forty-foot mole. They (as in the Army of Reconstruction, not the moles), have also piled a small mountain of stones on the hibiscus bush, eradicating four square metres of lawn, and poured what appears to be white paint into the plectranthus bed. I am not currently enamoured of the Army of Reconstruction. They are no respecters of gardens. And the garden was just starting to look and smell so good!
(Things You Might Not Have Known About Me, #4: I adore scented flowers. The heavier and more luscious the scent, the better. In my ideal world, the garden would be filled with magnolia and moonflowers, jasmine, buddleyah, and real old-fashioned roses out of which all the scent has not been bred. My absolute all-time favourites, however, are freesias - there's currently a bunch on the piano, disseminating scent in a three-metre radius. It always amazes me that more men don't go around wantonly handing ladies large bunches of flowers; it's an incredibly disarming effect for what is really a small, inexpensive effort. In the immortal words of Miles Vorkosigan: "Automated weapons-control systems are expensive. Combat drop missions which go wrong are very expensive. [Flowers] are cheap.")
Must go now, have to write an encyclopedia entry on Ursula le Guin, which entails skip-reading a good proportion of everything by her that I can lay my hands on in the next two days. Also, there's a cat on my mouse, and my cellphone is meeping like a small, lost baby bird, suggesting that, once again, I've forgoten to feed it... Busy, busy, busy.