Monday, August 29. 2005Rath: Keeping Secrets
I haven't yet told anyone else what I found on Mahrlee's body. It sends a chill up my spine to think what must be hidden behind the scorch-marks that I can only assume are a result of our mage's fire spells. Before we enter the gate, I have to find a way to tell the rest of them what I fear awaits us on the other side. May Obad-hai protect our souls...
Friday, August 26. 2005Public Service Announcement
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Thursday, August 25. 2005Alpha Shade
In case there's anyone who hasn't noticed it quite yet, I'd like to point out that the links in the top right include a link to "Alpha Shade", probably one of the better webcomics I'm following. For those of you interested in such, it even includes the ability to view the non-inked storyboard for any page. I highly recommend it (and page 109 went up today! :) )
Plus, it shows us how cats are actually powerful magical creatures! Take *THAT*, dog people. Monday, August 22. 2005
I'm feeling rather light-hearted today Posted by Ancient of Days
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A Programmer and an Engineer are sitting next to each other on a long flight
from LA to NY. The Programmer leans over to the Engineer and asks if he would like to play a fun game. The Engineer just wants to take a nap, so he politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks. The Programmer persists and explains that the game is real easy and a lotta fun. He explains "I ask you a question, and if you don't know the answer, you pay me $5. Then you ask me a question, and if I don't know the answer, I'll pay you $5." Again, the Engineer politely declines and tries to get to sleep. The Programmer, now somewhat agitated, says, "OK, if you don't know the answer you pay me $5, and if I don't know the answer, I'll pay you $50!" This catches the Engineer's attention, and he sees no end to this torment unless he plays, so he agrees to the game. The Programmer asks the first question. "What's the distance from the earth to the moon?" The Engineer doesn't say a word, but reaches into his wallet, pulls out a five dollar bill and hands it to the Programmer. Now, it's the Engineer's turn. He asks the Programmer "What goes up a hill with three legs, and comes down on four?" The Programmer looks up at him with a puzzled look. He takes out his laptop computer and searches all of his references. He taps into the Airphone with his modem and searches the net and the Library of Congress. Frustrated, he sends e-mail to his co-workers -- all to no avail. After about an hour, he wakes the Engineer and hands him $50. The Engineer politely takes the $50 and turns away to try to get back to sleep. The Programmer, more than a little miffed, shakes the Engineer and asks "Well, so what's the answer?" Without a word, the Engineer reaches into his wallet, hands the Programmer $5, and turns away to get back to sleep. Saturday, August 20. 2005Multiple posts
Sorry about the multiple copies of the same story. I was playing with the formatting, and for some reason it posted each one as a different post.
Monday, August 15. 2005Thursday, August 11. 2005
So..."interesting" morning ... Posted by Ancient of Days
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15:37
Comment (1) Trackbacks (0) So..."interesting" morning on my end...how about the rest of you?
(09:37:43) TML: Do you know what ph34r is?
(09:37:53) Curtis: fear (09:38:41) Curtis: what is fear? (09:40:10) TML: fear is when you're cruising down I-15 at 70 MPH in the left hand lane with a ditch on your left and a concrete mixing truck to your right, and you lose your power steering. (09:40:32) TML: I clenched muscles I never imagined I had (09:40:55) Curtis: your life is very. . .interesting (09:41:14) TML: wanna trade? (09:41:24) Curtis: um, no (09:41:32) TML: I could do with a lot less interesting. (09:42:01) Curtis: I can imagine (09:42:49) TML: *click* *brdbrdbrdbrdbrd* *thunk* WAAAGGGHGHGHH!!!!! (09:43:41) TML: pleasedontletmedieherepleasedontletmedieherePLEASEDONTLETMEDIEHERE iwannalivecmonyoucandoitjustslowdownkeepthewheelstraightbutgetsloweddownbeforetheroadcurves dontdiedontdiedontdie (09:44:25) Curtis: gotta keep that heart pumping somehow Thursday, August 11. 2005Note to "Wrenboo"
Can I merge you two that way?
I hold, at this very moment, two keys to happiness in this life. One is "Midnight Nation", my heavily-used-and-falling-apart print edition. It has the missing pages! I'll scan them and get them up on my site some time this weekend, and deliver the print copy to the juggernaut-of-marital-bliss known as Curtis and Anne at the reunion. The other is Scott McCloud's "Understanding Comics". This book, also, will be made available via the "great reunion 'book loan' of ought-five". Now, I want to preface the loaning of this book with a few comments. Look, I know you read Penny Arcade (or, at least, that Anne does). So you may not have the best opinion of Scott McCloud, but I'd like you to remember that a lot of what goes on over at P-A is for entertainment value, and that Mr. McCloud is just another point of view. That said, I think he makes some excellent points about how to use comics as a visual medium. Now, I'm not trying to suggest there's anything at all wrong with the way you're doing things now, but I know I learned to appreciate the art form a lot more after reading this, and perhaps you might also. Additionally, I'd recommend his other works. I think there's something fundamentally simple in his way of expressing himself that makes his work a joy to read. Monday, August 8. 2005
First in a Long Line of New Tools Posted by Ancient of Days
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I'm working on a set of tools to help our games go more smoothly. The first thing I've prepared to release is a private installation of 3EProfiler.
I've pre-created the following users: Pete Curtis Anne Katie Brandon Eewee Leave the password field empty. Once you're logged in, feel free to setup the account however you like. Wednesday, August 3. 2005
*blinking furiously* Posted by Ancient of Days
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00:06
Comment (1) Trackbacks (0) *blinking furiously*Tuesday, August 2. 2005
Bigfoot or Bison? Posted by Ancient of Days
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23:58
Comment (1) Trackbacks (0) Bigfoot or Bison?Tuesday, August 2. 2005Rath: Icthin and Ulek
Veya told us an interesting tale tonight, as we gathered around the campfire and ate a delcious confection that Maxwell prepared known as "brownies". (Perhaps the fairie-like beings are a primary ingredient? It would certainly explain the delicious taste!)
I shall attempt to record as accurately as I can the story Veya related, as something tells me this information may be vital to our party's survival.
An interesting tale, but I do hope she and her master are wrong. The last thing we need at this point is planar troubles. Monday, August 1. 2005Rath: Outside Looking In
For 3 nights, I watched as my new dwarven friend alternately stared into the fire and fumbled with quill and parchment, his face flickering from sorrow, to guilt, to rage. On the fourth night, I could watch silently no longer.
"I'm making a record of our travels." came the gruff reply to my query. Something in his face or in his voice told me the story his words could not: he was trying to find some way to deal with the death of his young charge, and friend, the monk Thelonious. The more I've looked around the camp, the more I've begun to realize how deeply some members of this party have felt the pain of our recent losses. Of course I feel badly about what happened to young Llan, who was so obviously the moral center of this extended "family". And watching what happened to the monk. . .well, to have done that to Thelonious from what must have been a great distance indicates that our foes have a level of power at their command that, frankly, terrifies me. Personally, I have a hard time feeling that close of a bond with anyone...whether that is a result of my odd parentage, or just a trait of my personality, I cannot be sure, but my friends have always been few. I follow the path of the Wolf, and few share my interests. My perviously solitary journeys were made alone because I couldn't find anyone like-minded enough, and it's better to go alone than with people one wearies of soon. However, of later, I have begun to find myself fascinated by Kitya's dedication to the Way of the Forest. I've always done things alone because I never found people who cared about the things I've cared for enough to suffer the attendant hardships, but now I find that my passion for the natural ways is outstripped by the wild-eyed fanaticism of a druid. Pondering these thoughts, I turned to the newest member of our little band, the half-elven wizardess named Veya. She named herself a planeswalker, or rather, one-time apprentice to such. I had never before heard of anyone of less power than my grandfather travelling the planes, and the idea intruiges me. Now we're told that there is a good possibility that the Dragon Horde our leige-lord has sent us in search of lies on a plane other than our own. I find myself excited and perhaps a little worried at the prospect of leaping into a magical gate that when I have little to no idea what our destination is. The gates that we have already seen open before our eyes are mysterious enough for my liking. It is true that I can be happy alone, and I've often preferred solitude to the constant bickering of human civilization. But I look forward to the end of our journey because I take with me people with whom I feel a rare bond of friendship, and a real friend is never an intrusion. Thursday, July 28. 2005Perhaps some levity?
It seems that a university Philosophy professor made a great breakthrough and had agreed to do a series of talks at universities throughout the country detailing his discoveries. Because the professor disliked airplanes, he hired a chaffeur to drive him from one spot to the next. Spending so much time together, the professor and the chaffeur became friendly and in the course of time, the chaffeur confided that he thought the professor had about the easiest job in the world.
"How's that?" asked the professor. "Well," said the driver. "You give the same talk night after night. You get asked the same questions night after night. There's just nothing to it. Really, I've heard it so many times now, even I could do it." At this, the professor challenged the chaffeur and at their next stop, the chaffeur and the professor changed roles (and clothes). Good as his word, the chaffeur gave a very successful talk and, just as he had predicted, the same questions were asked. That is, until one person asked a new question, one the chaffeur-cum-professor didn't know. He thought about it for a while and finally said, "Young man, that is the single most stupid question I have EVER been asked. Why, I'm surprised that you don't know the answer to it. I would think anyone would. In fact, the question is so simple, I'm going to have my chaffeur answer it!" -- This same professor comes into a class on Philosophy on the last day of the term and tells the students that 100% of their grade for the class will be based on the paper he is about to ask them to write. He pulls up a chair, sits down, and declares: "You have 1 and a half hours to prove to me, using the things you've learned this term, that this chair does not exist." All of the students save one begin frantically scribbling, tying Bhuddism to Fruedianism to Aristotle. The last student looks very carefully at the professor for about 30 seconds, then writes a few words on a piece of paper, hands it in, and leaves. When the grades are published, the entire class is mystified to see that only the one student passed. His paper is posted next to the grades, and says simply: "What chair?" Thursday, July 28. 2005Can you spell "litigious"?
"Two teenage girls decided one summer's evening to skip a dance where there might be cursing and drinking to stay home and bake cookies for their neighbors. Big mistake.
"The July 31 deliveries consisted of half a dozen chocolate-chip and sugar cookies accompanied by big hearts cut out of red or pink construction paper with the message: 'Have a great night.' The notes were signed, 'Love, The T and L Club,' code for Taylor Ostergaard, then 17, and Lindsey Jo Zellitti, 18. "Inside one of the nine scattered rural homes south of Durango that got cookies that night, a 49-year-old woman became so terrified by the knocks on her door around 10:30 p.m. that she called the sheriff's department. Deputies determined that no crime had been committed, but Wanita Renea Young ended up in the hospital emergency room the next day after suffering a severe anxiety attack she thought might be a heart attack. "They were sued, successfully, for an unauthorized cookie drop on one porch. A Durango judge Thursday awarded Young almost $900 to recoup her medical bills. "She received nothing for pain and suffering... Taylor's mother, Jill Ostergaard, said her daughter 'cried and cried' after Judge Doug Walker handed down his decision in La Plata County Small Claims Court. 'She felt she was being punished for doing something nice,' Jill Ostergaard said... Court records contain half a dozen letters from neighbors who said that they enjoyed the unexpected treats." |
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