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Faire to middling--

Bleah. Well, that was fun, but only as a change of pace. The faire was highly overadvertised, even if it didn't have a web presence. Maybe eight vendors, instead of the 20-40 I'd heard rumor of, musicians should have been "a band, arriving late" (although the Bedlam Bards are cool--hell, in 32 degree weather, anyone's cool). I'll probably do it again next year, but I won't worry much about costuming. There were more merchants than attendees, and that's a sad thing :( A faire where I was the only one that brought a camera...sigh. Very sad.

Did get April to take a really good picture of me in costume, though, against this cool "bats and full moon" wrought-iron wall ornament thingie. I'll put that in my February scrapbook.

Invested heavily in Skaven for the Bloodbowl game. Will now have to paint them. Must come up with names for thirteen violent, scabby little rat-men and a minotaur. Must figure out Bloodbowl rules. They assume a working knowledge of and mild interest in football, as opposed to a "couldn't concievably care less" attitude.

Snow was nice. Driving in the snow at 4:00 in the morning was a little scary, but when I couldn't see anyone in the road (nobody on the road that was in their right minds was driving, but I had gone to an RPG on a winter storm night...) I threw on my bright lights, which on my car are nova-bright, and turned the road into a galaxy of swirling flakes. It was beautiful, and we so rarely see real snow down here.

And so convenient! It would have been better if it could have provided a romantic cap for Valentine's Day, but it gave us all the positive effects of snow--one warm night curled up with hot chocolate (or in my case the d20 Spycraft rules), one morning where the sun shown dazzlingly bright over crystal-strewn fields, then off the ground by 10:30. Very professional.


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Feb. 15th, 2004 05:12 pm (UTC)
I really, really have to wonder at the mind that equates the comforting value of hot chocolate on a cold day to that of a d20 game system. How is such a connection forged? What series of conditioning events took place such that Gaming = Chocolate for a given value of Comfort?

Okay, I'm really tempted to attempt to express this algebraically, but the irony of such an expression would be greater than the value of the resultant equation.

Feb. 15th, 2004 05:20 pm (UTC)
That is to say...
Actually, no, I find d20 to be strange and hostile territory that my little dog-brain simply cannot wrap itself around. I would have liked a mug of hot chocolate, but the territory was not my own, there was no chocolate to be had, only a hundred cans of Coca Cola, which has its charms, but it is not chocolate. I had a rulebook, it was my sole comfort on that cold and snowy day.

Gaming most profoundly does not equal chocolate.

Hugs back!
Feb. 15th, 2004 11:20 pm (UTC)
Re: That is to say...
Oh, thank goodness. :-)
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