The Tao of Zen Nihilism
Nope. No game tonight. No players.
That’s okay. I’ve got plenty to do at home.
Then, me and
Thought for the day from the guy with the Philosophy degree:
There are very few philosophical questions in life that cannot be adequately answered with “Hulk Smash!”
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WHAT IS YOUR STATE OF LIFE?
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New Halo Trailer. The one they were showing at E3.
I know exactly how geeky this sounds… but I’m in love with Cortana. Her last line in this little ditty clinches it.
http://www.ifilm.com/filmdetail?ifilmid=2472773&movie=/?fid=2472782&mt=asf&bw=200&refsite=2901
Ok. Secret project enacted. With any luck, it’ll be available for Gen-Con West. Need artists.
Three games at work.
Three Neopedia entries.
Three new storylines.
Editing my novel.
Organizing the new apartment.
Running three weekly games.
No time for love, Doctor Jones!
… but I’d make time.
So, this guy over at RPG.net had a fucking brilliant idea.
Vampire without Generation.
No Generation. None at all. You get more powerful with age, not because of your distance to Caine.
No Generation cap on Disciplines or Traits — they just get more expensive as they get higher.
I could kiss this guy’s feet. Just made my day.
And my troupe game a whole lot more easy… which makes it a whole lot more possible.
Frank was creepy.
Come payday (tomorrow!), I’ll own my own copy.
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…but I’m “dull?”
Turn up the volume, kids. Or, if you’re in the office, turn it down.
I have a new favorite band.
(From Amazon.com: “If Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera had to follow this band on stage, I would fear for their safety.”)
Found out my sister nearly drowned, sending kharmic waves at my head.
Had the worst exchange with a good friend — so many misunderstandings they can’t even be counted.
Had to listen to my ex-wife and mother bicker about a wedding gift.
Found a job opening in Seattle. Game developer. No programming experience.
I have no chance in hell getting the job… but why not?
I love LA, but right now, I need to get away and get a clean start.
I spent the whole weekend rattled, and I didn’t know why. I thought it was food poisoning. I was wrong.
Now I know why I couldn’t think all weekend, why I wasn’t “on game” on Friday, why I got physically ill on Saturday, and why I couldn’t make myself do anything on Sunday.
Ever since I met her in Psychology 101, there’s been something weird about us. I was the first to pick it up, she picked it up later. We had a long time trying to figure out what it was — a few missteps, mostly on my part — until finally, we knew. We just knew.
I met my sister. She met her brother.
And this weekend, something happened. She’s okay, but there was a scare.
Now, everytime my cynical atheism gets hold of me, something like this happens. All the way from Seattle, a kharmic hammer hits me in the head and says, “Something’s wrong — something happened.” Sometimes I’m centered enough to know, sometimes I’m so fixated on my own life, I don’t recognize it.
This was one of the latter moments.
I’m relieved now. And a little less cynical.