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magicaddict...been a lot on the plate, including almost having another nervous breakdown.
Ho hum.
Beginning to be sorted now - to be honest, each of the parts causing the problems was small in its own way, but they all came together at the same time. However, no-one died, Emma and I didn't argue over anything, neither of us were attacked, I wasn't made redundant, or bankrupt, and now things are looking up.
Just in time to pop a handful of happy pills and play Juilin.
I've now played him a couple of times in recent weeks, and have requested to play him a few more. No doubt whatsoever that if I had anyone else to play, I would - by now, assuming he wasn't dead, Vaexarius would be pushing the sixties and be in all kinds of snacky situations - but the only one I have to cash in the monster ratio with is my one-dimensional grey line in a stripey shirt, which I can't even machine wash. Very IC.
He seems to spend his time getting in way in over his head with people who left him behind quite some time ago and somehow coming out alive, normally after charming his way into other people's healing, items and skills. Not begging, just needing a little help against those things that tear off his legs by looking at him. Not the idea I had when I created the character, but that's a truism that most LARPers fall foul of.
At least his interactions with people give him something appraching a second dimension and something to talk about, but don't engage him too closely in conversation yet - I'll run out of things to say in two minutes flat.
Does anyone have a song from Eurovision 2007 still on their current playlist? I have eight, and they're ticking some truly unexpected boxes. Fight, performed for Moldova by Natalia Barbu, has nicely usurped Adrenaline by Gavin Rossdale as the theme tune of my upcoming Might Priest. The sentiment, and the manner of performance, fits his character perfectly.
I should probably do a feature on my character themes at some point, as I now have twenty-nine tracks to talk about. A couple I probably shouldn't talk about for reasons of plot confidentiality, but it still leaves me with a load.
I have one chapter, one chapter left to write in the PhD, followed by corrections, and I'll be free of it. While I adore practical chemistry, writing this up while trying to hold down a job and actually live a little has convinced me that there is no way I would want to do it as a career, where once you've finised in the labs, you go home and write your papers. I'm applying for one year post doc positions, but they'll hopefully only be while my application for HMRC goes through. Lab monkeying pays well, and lasts as long as I need it to, but I can't see myself doing it for the rest of my life. Not while I could be putting tax dodgers over a barrel.
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marmaladecat should probably start running for the hills about now.
Ho hum.
Beginning to be sorted now - to be honest, each of the parts causing the problems was small in its own way, but they all came together at the same time. However, no-one died, Emma and I didn't argue over anything, neither of us were attacked, I wasn't made redundant, or bankrupt, and now things are looking up.
Just in time to pop a handful of happy pills and play Juilin.
I've now played him a couple of times in recent weeks, and have requested to play him a few more. No doubt whatsoever that if I had anyone else to play, I would - by now, assuming he wasn't dead, Vaexarius would be pushing the sixties and be in all kinds of snacky situations - but the only one I have to cash in the monster ratio with is my one-dimensional grey line in a stripey shirt, which I can't even machine wash. Very IC.
He seems to spend his time getting in way in over his head with people who left him behind quite some time ago and somehow coming out alive, normally after charming his way into other people's healing, items and skills. Not begging, just needing a little help against those things that tear off his legs by looking at him. Not the idea I had when I created the character, but that's a truism that most LARPers fall foul of.
At least his interactions with people give him something appraching a second dimension and something to talk about, but don't engage him too closely in conversation yet - I'll run out of things to say in two minutes flat.
Does anyone have a song from Eurovision 2007 still on their current playlist? I have eight, and they're ticking some truly unexpected boxes. Fight, performed for Moldova by Natalia Barbu, has nicely usurped Adrenaline by Gavin Rossdale as the theme tune of my upcoming Might Priest. The sentiment, and the manner of performance, fits his character perfectly.
I should probably do a feature on my character themes at some point, as I now have twenty-nine tracks to talk about. A couple I probably shouldn't talk about for reasons of plot confidentiality, but it still leaves me with a load.
I have one chapter, one chapter left to write in the PhD, followed by corrections, and I'll be free of it. While I adore practical chemistry, writing this up while trying to hold down a job and actually live a little has convinced me that there is no way I would want to do it as a career, where once you've finised in the labs, you go home and write your papers. I'm applying for one year post doc positions, but they'll hopefully only be while my application for HMRC goes through. Lab monkeying pays well, and lasts as long as I need it to, but I can't see myself doing it for the rest of my life. Not while I could be putting tax dodgers over a barrel.
marmaladecat should probably start running for the hills about now.
