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I'm Not Even Going To Try...
Dec. 8th, 2006 10:14 pm...to read two weeks of my friends page. Things like growing old and dying would intervene before I got half way - my sincerest congratulations to those who maintain two- or three-hundred person friends pages and avoid getting snowed under.
The sole reason why I haven't written anything in the past fortnight is not down to extreme busyness (or even eXtreme business), lack of motivation, lack of computer, lack of fingers, lack of circulation, slack of rope, slap and tickle, lap of luxury or an explosion of gastronomic proportions rendering the kitchen and the rest of the house inpenetrable to anyone not brandishing a runcible spoon, but more to a lack of brain engagement. When you start working in an office job (and I imagine those who do will be nodding eruditely in the background), your brain slots into a monotonous regime where things that are interesting, or even worth talking about, get overlooked becuase they don't fit into the pattern you are establishing yourself. After a while, you manage to get back on to an even keel, but for a while, very little is LJ-worthy.
As was the past couple of weeks working for HMRC. It's boring, but not mind numbing. Simple, but not trivial. Grey, but not colourless, and most importantly, it pays. Just a few more weeks and I'll be able to enjoy a post-LARP Hut Rush once again.
Speaking of LARP, it's more and more mentally stimulating playing Nimbus every time he goes out - it's like a psychological experiment that you are both the subject and object of at the same time. Watching people's attitudes, proactivity or reactivity around him is intriguing, and I've had more going through my mind while playing him than with any other character. Taking roleplay entirely internal means that you and you alone are responsible for every single thing you feel - in the same way it's very hard for him to touch the world, it's just as hard for the world to touch him. I can think precisely what I want, and very little can change it, interfere or tell me I'm doing it wrong. Next year's character will be quite different, but for now its quite a release.
I need motivation to finish creating my borderline schizophrenic Shadowrun character. It would take me about six months to come up with the list of stuff he has and his phone book of contacts (which, to be fair, is only my average time to stat a SR character plus about fifty percent) but there's so much to him and I want to see if he'd actually go crazy, or if the self-woven safety nets he has would actually work.
Caroline's run in UberMadness has finally come to an end - she goes out having reached the final twelve entrants out of sixty-four and put out at least one of the favourites (and yes, the same guy who beat me last year). I don't know about anyone else, but I'm applauding.
Curiously, it also balances out our scores as far as the number of rounds we have paricipated in in the competition. She got as far as round one last year, round six this time - I managed round three before and round four this time. I'm still up for our meeting in the final of UMV when (if) it rolls round again, if she'd like to join me in the brutal yet highly intelligent murder of my half of the draw, allowing me to get there. I doubt she'll require such help.
Finally, would anyone with knowledge of Celtic inflexion be willing to suggest a pronunciation guide to the word "Uigeadail"? It's the name of the loch that provides the water for the Ardbeg distillery on Islay, and also the name of their cask-strength bottling. It's embarassing not being able to pronounce the name of my own father's Christmas present.
The sole reason why I haven't written anything in the past fortnight is not down to extreme busyness (or even eXtreme business), lack of motivation, lack of computer, lack of fingers, lack of circulation, slack of rope, slap and tickle, lap of luxury or an explosion of gastronomic proportions rendering the kitchen and the rest of the house inpenetrable to anyone not brandishing a runcible spoon, but more to a lack of brain engagement. When you start working in an office job (and I imagine those who do will be nodding eruditely in the background), your brain slots into a monotonous regime where things that are interesting, or even worth talking about, get overlooked becuase they don't fit into the pattern you are establishing yourself. After a while, you manage to get back on to an even keel, but for a while, very little is LJ-worthy.
As was the past couple of weeks working for HMRC. It's boring, but not mind numbing. Simple, but not trivial. Grey, but not colourless, and most importantly, it pays. Just a few more weeks and I'll be able to enjoy a post-LARP Hut Rush once again.
Speaking of LARP, it's more and more mentally stimulating playing Nimbus every time he goes out - it's like a psychological experiment that you are both the subject and object of at the same time. Watching people's attitudes, proactivity or reactivity around him is intriguing, and I've had more going through my mind while playing him than with any other character. Taking roleplay entirely internal means that you and you alone are responsible for every single thing you feel - in the same way it's very hard for him to touch the world, it's just as hard for the world to touch him. I can think precisely what I want, and very little can change it, interfere or tell me I'm doing it wrong. Next year's character will be quite different, but for now its quite a release.
I need motivation to finish creating my borderline schizophrenic Shadowrun character. It would take me about six months to come up with the list of stuff he has and his phone book of contacts (which, to be fair, is only my average time to stat a SR character plus about fifty percent) but there's so much to him and I want to see if he'd actually go crazy, or if the self-woven safety nets he has would actually work.
Caroline's run in UberMadness has finally come to an end - she goes out having reached the final twelve entrants out of sixty-four and put out at least one of the favourites (and yes, the same guy who beat me last year). I don't know about anyone else, but I'm applauding.
Curiously, it also balances out our scores as far as the number of rounds we have paricipated in in the competition. She got as far as round one last year, round six this time - I managed round three before and round four this time. I'm still up for our meeting in the final of UMV when (if) it rolls round again, if she'd like to join me in the brutal yet highly intelligent murder of my half of the draw, allowing me to get there. I doubt she'll require such help.
Finally, would anyone with knowledge of Celtic inflexion be willing to suggest a pronunciation guide to the word "Uigeadail"? It's the name of the loch that provides the water for the Ardbeg distillery on Islay, and also the name of their cask-strength bottling. It's embarassing not being able to pronounce the name of my own father's Christmas present.
