The Screen Adaption Of My Life

Once a week, I hold an internet meet up with people for a Call/Trail of Cthulhu session. We're reaching the end of our current one, wherein some will stay, some might leave, and I do my recruiting routine. I'm trying to choose what adventure to go with.

Since it's December, I'm debating a... themed game.

Please help me decide.

Poll #1488251 What should I subject my players to?
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Which Call of Cthulhu adventure should I choose?

As I set up my google calendar, I realize google owns just a little bit more of my soul than before.

I got new toys. There's jawas and storm troopers and... girl troopers. Exciting.

I need someone better at hair physics than me to answer this question:



What would a similar cut to this, but unstraightened, look like?


QUESTION HAS BEEN ANSWERED TO MY SATISFACTION IN THAT APPARENTLY A HAIRCUT LIKE THAT WITHOUT THE STRAIGHTENING WOULD LOOK KIND OF AWESOME.

In other news! I'm reading The Discworld Graphic Novels which is the Colour of Magic and the Light Fantastic and it is fabulous to finally own legal copies of these comics.

They are basically how I picture Rincewind and Twoflower, explaining how the live action Colour of Magic was a tad bit jarring for me.

That is all.

Carry on.

Me: it's like trainwreck syndrome
Me: trainwreck syndrome I want to make out with

These CSI: Miami episodes and Horatio (Oh Hocaine, hold me) Caine are having a detrimental effect on my mental wellbeing.

I did something I'm not too proud of today, flist. I'm told confession is good for the soul, so here it is. Please don't judge me too harshly:

I was so desperate for science-type crime shows today to make up for my months long dry spell, I uh, I bought a season of CSI: Miami.

I'd make a pun here and take off my glasses, but I suck at those so let's just say I did and call it even.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, snacky!


Fiesta!

Welcome to my Halloween. I was gonna be Sherlock (Well, She-rlock, long story), but my Watson, my beloved sister, got ill. Possibly the hamthrax. So like hell am I going within a mile of her. She can suffer in silence.

So instead me and my mom carved pumpkins no one but us would ever see (we live in the country) and watched The Colour Of Magic.

( Here are those pumpkins )

Just a quick note for y'all.

My computers are like little vaults of mystery and wonders, in that I rarely remember what I did on them from hour to hour, possibly due to the fact I don't often do this thing called 'sleeping' you humans are so fond of.

Once in a while, while delving for a particular file, i will come across astounding things!

This is a long way to say, 'wtf, why are there 76 babysitter's club .lit files on my computer?'

Book review of sorts of Finished Off by Rebecca Kent

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There's probably a lesson in all this about flossing regularly, but damned if I'm going to learn it.

I CAN FEEL MY NOSE AGAIN!

I REPEAT, FEELING HAS RETURNED TO THE NOSE.

Maybe I don't have to die.

boy howdy would I like some feeling in my face

First post: Back from the dentist! My nose and upperlip are completely numb! I look like a sneering drunken cowboy. Kill me.

Pause. Wait six minutes.


Second post: KILL ME


Unrelated: I know I'm not gonna be able to blame this on whatever she used to numb my face later, but I realized I kinda have a gay crush on Thor from the Avengers. I don't know, man. These thoughts just come to me.

Oh, sorry guys. I forgot this part of the talk on insane characters:

The only time insanity can work for a character is when it's kept within safe bounds—minor eccentricities that can even be rather charming. And even then, an insane character is almost never viable as the main character in the story. The audience is rarely comfortable enough with insane characters to want to spend any length of time with them.

Although it's okay to want to use them for sex, I guess, Orson*.


*See last post

So. I'm reading Characters & Viewpoints by Orson Scott Card because I figured it couldn't hurt, right?

And while I'll admit up front I have actually found some information of value in this book, I'm not exactly sure about the rest of his advice...

I'll get into it more in-depth after this quick example. First off, he offers us two scenes to establish a character with the use of stereotypes.

Here they are:

The old man was wearing a suit that might have been classy ten years ago when it was new, when it was worn by somebody with a body large enough to fill it. On this man it hung so long and loose that the pants bagged at the ankle and scuffed along the sidewalk, and the sleeves came down so low that his hands and the neck of his wine bottle were invisible.

and

She heard them before she saw them, laughing and talking jive behind her, shouting because the ghetto-blaster was rapping away at top volume. Just kids on the street in the evening, right? Walking around outside because finally the air was cooling off enough that you could stand to move. One of them jostled her as he passed. Was it the same one who laughed? A few yards on, they stopped as if they were waiting for her to catch up with them. The one with the boom box watched her approach, a wide toothy grin on his face. She clutched her purse tighter under her arm and looked straight ahead. If I don't see them, she thought, they won't bother me.

He then crows about how it was a wino and scary black kids and how we all knew from his stereotype words, even though he never specified it was either. He's very proud of his writing feat. Especially the jive talk bit. Then he says 'let's turn this on its head!'

( He doesn't mean what I thought with that )

Well, another Call of Cthulhu aim game is winding down and I'm not exactly sure how many players I actually have. I think Snacky took her chance to run when she had it, my sister is eaten alive by school monsters on a daily basis, I think the school monsters also eye Bernie's tender meatbits, but I assume Ann and Sharon are my willing serfs.

BUT I THINK I SHOULD ROUND UP SOME NEW PLAYERS.

FUN FACTS ABOUT GAMETIME WITH JOHN

1. We call it Call of Cthulhu, but none of us have read the rules. This hasn't caused any impeding.
2. Once I let them blow up an entire small town that tried to hang them as witches. Shows them what happens if you accuse my players of being witches!
3. I've gmed two games now, which means I actually have learned by now to read the module/how to actually do it. Feel the burning rays of my experience.
4. It's played by meeting for two hours once a week on aim. A log is kept.
5. No one's actually been tentacle raped yet.
6. So far the only character creation I've denied is my sister's wish to play a dog. Screw you, sis!

If anyone's interested, comment here for talkin'! Or email me at crantz at lj dot com.

From Jeeves In The Springtime.

Our hero, Bertie, has just met up with his friend Bingo Little who earlier told Jeeves he had a matter of great importance to speak with Bertie on, but has suddenly shown reluctance to explain what said matter is:

I waited for him to unleash the topic of the day, but he didn't seem to want to get going. Conversation languished. He stared straight ahead of him in a glassy sort of manner.

"I say, Bertie," he said, after a pause of about an hour and a quarter.

"Hallo!"

"Do you like the name Mabel?"

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"You don't think there's a kind of music in the word, like the wind rustling gently through the tree-tops?"

"No."

He seemed disappointed for a moment; then cheered up.

"Of course, you wouldn't. You always were a fatheaded worm without any soul, weren't you?"

"Just as you say. Who is she? Tell me all."

I hope one day my own writing delights me as much as just a snippet of Wodehouse's does.

Poll #1466214 Quick check
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Which is the better character name? Psychic white-blonde girl with a cigarette and cranky outlooks on life

This is my picture reference for her. Cranky stickbug Jord.

Poll #1462662 Important Questions
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Squirrels are...

Recently being filled with rejection by my dog, who will fling herself around with wild abandon no matter who comes in the door, except me. She won't even get off the sofa to say hi. Or look at me.

After a bout of bitching on twitter, because it is the World's Most Trivial Concern, I decided to set up some new Wii stuff. Then my grandma called.

So I'm laying on the floor talking to her and the dog decides 'Enough is enough! I shall not let my human feel this way any longer!' and comes to attack my face, starting with licking my ear and then going for my mouth.

Grandma: "Why are you screaming?"