Today at work:
* Did not have to call Sheriff. This was a good thing.
* Learned how to replace a sink. This was also a good thing.
* Learned how to replace a broken stovetop burner. This was also a good thing.
And my day is only half-over.
The Tao of Zen Nihilism
Today at work:
* Did not have to call Sheriff. This was a good thing.
* Learned how to replace a sink. This was also a good thing.
* Learned how to replace a broken stovetop burner. This was also a good thing.
And my day is only half-over.
My business partner Jared is encountering what we like to call “The Tyranny of Lawyers.” This is what America has come to. A bunch of asshole mediocrities using loopholes in the law to steal from genius.
I’m doing what I can on this end to keep him afloat, but things look bad.
Go check out his website while he’s still here.
I started my new job today. It was interesting. I nearly called the Sheriff. Tomorrow, I may have to do it.
It’s a long and complicated story and I’m not really in the mood to talk about it, but just to remind myself and others: this is gonna be a strange ride.
Also, due to the fact that the owner of the building wants me around 24/7, I’m taking a break from Camarilla games. I honestly do not have the time or energy to devote to them. Riverside is a damn long drive and I cannot be that far away from the building.
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In other news, two buddies have been trying on different spy games. They went through SpyCraft but determined that they hated d20 too much to polish that particular turd. Then, they went after Top Secret: SI. Finally, I sat down and said, “You guys can’t find the right game because none of the current spy games on the market capture the feel of a spy novel. Spy novels and movies aren’t about spies; they’re about suspicion and trust. That’s the game you want to play.”
And so I came up with a spy game. I like it. It will probably be at GenCon if not on the Brewery site sooner. Keep your fingers crossed.
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(I take a break from the Cam and my writer’s block dies. Who knew?)
Lord Strange on “Seasonal Ceremonies.”
(Yes, I had a great time last night. I feel envigored, renewed, and refreshed. And ready to tackle my Fellowcraft degree and Secret.)
It’s Friday. My life has been so shifty lately, I forgot to make plans for Patty’s Day. So, everybody’s got something to do except me.
Oh well.
Dammit! I need a pah-tay!
A Santa Monica theater is showing the movie tonight. I’m going. Expect a detailed (re: full of spoilers) review tomorrow.
Meantime, this is what Rotten Tomatoes has to say.
Meanwhile, here is what Alan Moore has to say.
I now have FREE RENT. I’ll be living in a $1,000/month one-bedroom apartment and not paying a single dime. In fact, folks will be paying me to live there.
How did I do this? I went to The Apartment Association of Greater Los Angeles. I took a class. I am now an apartment manager of a beautiful apartment complex in West LA. FREE RENT and a monthly salary. In fact, they’re even giving me a great health insurance plan.
I move in on the first. My own place. At long last, my own place.
On Wednesday, March 1st, 2006, in Annapolis
at a hearing on the proposed Constitutional
Amendment to prohibit gay marriage, Jamie
Raskin, professor of law at AU, was requested
to testify.
At the end of his testimony, Republican Senator
Nancy Jacobs said: “Mr. Raskin, my Bible says
marriage is only between a man and a woman.
What do you have to say about that?”
Raskin replied: “Senator, when you took your
oath of office, you placed your hand on the Bible
and swore to uphold the Constitution. You did
not place your hand on the Constitution and
swear to uphold the Bible.”
The room erupted into applause.
“Look at it this way,” she said. “Yesterday you didn’t know you shouldn’t trust them. And today you do. That’s progress.”
I smiled. “Yeah. I guess so.”