Today Phoebe buckles down to work. I have the first session of my new Burn Notice campaign tomorrow evening, and I promised to have the Oz sheets out by the weekend, so that means I have to nail things down for real. I learned from the most recent run of Alice that it is not a good idea to shoot sheets out without thoroughly checking them over first, which can create a problem with you have them saved in multiple locations that aren't all necessarily up to date. So I'm going over the Oz sheets with a fine-toothed comb, making sure they're set and that I've integrated the new plotline in properly. They just went out an hour ago, and I am very pleased.
I also want to write out my plan for how Burn Notice is going to go. I'm not certain which is more pressing, the sheets or the session, since the one needs to be ready for tomorrow and the other needs to be out with enough notice for people to read beforehand. I pretty much know what's going to happen, but I work best when I have it all laid out in front of me. My brain is a little melty after working most of the day already, but after a break I'm going to jump right in on this. I really want this to go well, so I'm trying to spare no effort.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Full cast!
Hooray, Oz is now full! I am so happy. Casting will happen shortly, and sheets will follow shortly after that. :-)
Thursday, July 9, 2009
One slot left
Down to one slot remaining in Oz, thanks to londo for signing on tonight. :-) Still have one more slot. If you happen to know anyone.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Call for players - second run of Oz!
This is an open invitation to fill the two remaining slots in the upcoming run of Oz!
In honor of Jared visiting this July, I am going to be running my larp Oz, and at the moment I have only thirteen out of fifteen confirmed players. It will be at 2PM on Saturday, July 18th, in Waltham with a dead dog at 6PM at a restaurant to be determined. If you respond I'll send you a casting questionnaire, which would be great if I could get back as soon as possible.
The blurb:
In this science fiction reinterpretation of the Wonderful Wizard of Oz, players take on the roles of the soldiers, diplomats, and scientists from various planets in the Oz system, inspired by the events and figures in the L. Frank Baum novels. Since the Yellow Brick Roads were established as paths for ships to follow through hyperspace, travel and commerce throughout the various planets in the Oz System has never been easier or more efficient. The passages between hyperspace and real space may have been unstable, but with the construction of the the Emerald Station people believed that things were headed for a new era of advancement and prosperity. The rise of a system-wide war and the complications that resulted, however, means that Oz must sort out its society's various troubles. Players must deal with the aftermath of the interplanetary conflict as well as their own personal entanglements against the backdrop of scientific phenomenon they are striving to understand.
At this point, it will be first-come, first-serve. I would love to get this game cast and sheets sent out by the weekend, so please, get back to me as soon as possible!
In honor of Jared visiting this July, I am going to be running my larp Oz, and at the moment I have only thirteen out of fifteen confirmed players. It will be at 2PM on Saturday, July 18th, in Waltham with a dead dog at 6PM at a restaurant to be determined. If you respond I'll send you a casting questionnaire, which would be great if I could get back as soon as possible.
The blurb:
In this science fiction reinterpretation of the Wonderful Wizard of Oz, players take on the roles of the soldiers, diplomats, and scientists from various planets in the Oz system, inspired by the events and figures in the L. Frank Baum novels. Since the Yellow Brick Roads were established as paths for ships to follow through hyperspace, travel and commerce throughout the various planets in the Oz System has never been easier or more efficient. The passages between hyperspace and real space may have been unstable, but with the construction of the the Emerald Station people believed that things were headed for a new era of advancement and prosperity. The rise of a system-wide war and the complications that resulted, however, means that Oz must sort out its society's various troubles. Players must deal with the aftermath of the interplanetary conflict as well as their own personal entanglements against the backdrop of scientific phenomenon they are striving to understand.
At this point, it will be first-come, first-serve. I would love to get this game cast and sheets sent out by the weekend, so please, get back to me as soon as possible!
A conversation between me and the boy
Me: I am covered with bruises lately. Where the hell did they all come from?
Jared: Something must be beating you in your sleep.
Me: I must have done something to offend a lot of tiny violent elves that sneak into my room at night. Either that, or it's Moosey (the stuffed moose Jared gave me whose real name is Romeo but I always just call Moosey.)
Jared: Oh, Moosey wouldn't do that. He loves you. Unless you were bad. Then you'd deserve it.
Me: Me, bad? No, I've been good. I'm always good. It must be the elves. Why isn't Moosey defending me from them?
Jared: He's a lover, not a fighter.
Me: But he can still beat me for being bad?
Jared: Something must be beating you in your sleep.
Me: I must have done something to offend a lot of tiny violent elves that sneak into my room at night. Either that, or it's Moosey (the stuffed moose Jared gave me whose real name is Romeo but I always just call Moosey.)
Jared: Oh, Moosey wouldn't do that. He loves you. Unless you were bad. Then you'd deserve it.
Me: Me, bad? No, I've been good. I'm always good. It must be the elves. Why isn't Moosey defending me from them?
Jared: He's a lover, not a fighter.
Me: But he can still beat me for being bad?
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
I love parties...
The rage, she is dealt with. I am myself again. :-)
I have had a lovely, action-packed weekend. Fourth of July was spent at the excellent gathering of captainecchi and electric_d_monk. A combination of good company, good food, and lovely hosts made for a wonderful time for me. Many thanks to them. I went with lightgamer and morethings5, who could not have been more fun to be with. It's funny, everytime I go to a party I think, "I love parties! I should throw more of them." So I have gatherings, and they're fun and I'm glad I did them, but they're kind of expensive and labor-intensive, so I say, "Okay, no more hosting for a while." Then I go to another good party and think "I love parties! I should throw more of them." :-) The next day was spent hanging out with Marissa, then an impromptu cookout with her, Kindness, Matt, and the Daves, and later Kindness showed a strange Swedish movie about twelve-year-old vampires. It was interesting and cool; I love weird stuff.
Had my first rehearsal for Macbeth last night. It was nice, we read through the script and met each other. Everyone seemed really nice and talented, and I think I'm going to enjoy working with them. I'm the only one who was cross-cast out of everyone, which I find interesting. I have another rehearsal Thursday night, which makes me sad because if there's BSCF I'll miss it, but whatever.
I should really throw a party... :-)
I have had a lovely, action-packed weekend. Fourth of July was spent at the excellent gathering of captainecchi and electric_d_monk. A combination of good company, good food, and lovely hosts made for a wonderful time for me. Many thanks to them. I went with lightgamer and morethings5, who could not have been more fun to be with. It's funny, everytime I go to a party I think, "I love parties! I should throw more of them." So I have gatherings, and they're fun and I'm glad I did them, but they're kind of expensive and labor-intensive, so I say, "Okay, no more hosting for a while." Then I go to another good party and think "I love parties! I should throw more of them." :-) The next day was spent hanging out with Marissa, then an impromptu cookout with her, Kindness, Matt, and the Daves, and later Kindness showed a strange Swedish movie about twelve-year-old vampires. It was interesting and cool; I love weird stuff.
Had my first rehearsal for Macbeth last night. It was nice, we read through the script and met each other. Everyone seemed really nice and talented, and I think I'm going to enjoy working with them. I'm the only one who was cross-cast out of everyone, which I find interesting. I have another rehearsal Thursday night, which makes me sad because if there's BSCF I'll miss it, but whatever.
I should really throw a party... :-)
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Stress-reducing frivolity
Still furious. Oh, gentle Jesus, still furious.
Have been undertaking efforts toward physical self-improvement. Shallow, perhaps, I should probably be campaigning for emotional or mental self-improvement as a more productive use of my time, but it's quite effective as stress management and that's kind of what I need right now. I've been somewhat stressed out in general recently, and what with a recent jag of frankly blinding rage over a recent occurence, I am a little concerned about falling into my usual response pattern of not eating, not sleeping, and biting the hell out of my nails. So instead, I am making a concentrated effort to take care of myself. I am actually making marked progress toward a healthier and better-looking me, which pleases me and in turn mellows me out-- at least, in general, if not in this very, still rage-blinded instant.
- I have been working out every day, and believe I'm seeing a difference
- I have been eating healthfully and on a regular basis
- I have been drinking more water to remedy my tendency toward chronic dehydration
- I got my hair cut, which it drastically needed, and now it looks fantastic
- I have been treated my acne regularly, and it's actually clearing up a little
- I have been taking care of my skin so that it's soft and smooth
- I have avoided biting my nails, and they actually look nice right now
I'm thinking of adding stretching to increase my knee flexibility, using lip balm on a regular basis, and nailing down an early-to-bed-early-to-rise sleep routine. I should probably add drink fewer truckloads of aspertame-laden diet Snapple and watch fewer hours of mindless television, but let's stick to achieveable goals.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Chores, writing, workout
Today is a day for chores and for writing, honestly the kind of day that leaves me the most contented and at peace. The house is clean, there are fresh sheets on the bed, and the laundry is folded and put away. Now there is just my room to straighten up now; it needs dusted and vaccuumed and wood polished.
Once all that is done, I'm going to settle down to some serious work. I'm going to lay out the first planned session of my Burn Notice game-- Bernie, lightgamer, morethings5, and Marissa will make up my player pool --and once the characters are built, I want to hit the ground running with it. Also, I've finally figured out the extra plotline I think Oz needs, so I'm going to work that out as well, and then write it into the appropriate character sheets. I'm hoping to get a run going when Jared visits the weekend of the 18th, so I need to get it nailed down before then. I'm so glad to have a date finally nailed down for the visit; it's been entirely too long.
I'm enjoying my workout lately, and have been sticking to it pretty well. I think it's helping, but it's a little tough to tell; I'm certainly not quite at the level of definition I want yet. It's a little more than a week after the last tummy shot was taken, but here's the current state of things:
Once all that is done, I'm going to settle down to some serious work. I'm going to lay out the first planned session of my Burn Notice game-- Bernie, lightgamer, morethings5, and Marissa will make up my player pool --and once the characters are built, I want to hit the ground running with it. Also, I've finally figured out the extra plotline I think Oz needs, so I'm going to work that out as well, and then write it into the appropriate character sheets. I'm hoping to get a run going when Jared visits the weekend of the 18th, so I need to get it nailed down before then. I'm so glad to have a date finally nailed down for the visit; it's been entirely too long.
I'm enjoying my workout lately, and have been sticking to it pretty well. I think it's helping, but it's a little tough to tell; I'm certainly not quite at the level of definition I want yet. It's a little more than a week after the last tummy shot was taken, but here's the current state of things:
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Considering couture
Went to the Natcik Mall yesterday, mostly to have an interesting place to walk around. I'm not a big shopper, but I enjoy walking around places looking at things; it's really good exercise you don't really have to think about. I love how upscale that place is, with so much space to walk in and so many interesting things to look at, even if I don't usually buy anything. I was bitching to my mom about how I hate having to carry a bag around because my iPhone and my now-huge key ring don't fit in my pants pockets as was previously my custom, because I hate having to keep track of it and besides, the damn thing is ugly. She, amused by the fact that the avowed purse-hater is now forced to carry a bag, gave me the go-ahead to go find one that I actually liked and buy it. So, because if I'm going to do the thing I'm going to do it right, I went to the Natick Mall (or, excuse me, Collection) to find one that was actually nice. I'm not thrilled with needing one at all, but I must admit I am quite pleased with the bag I ended up going with. It's a big square leather shoulder bag, buttery soft in a nice warm shade of brown. The lining is kind of hideous, honestly, but nobody has to see that. And it was fairly inexpensive as well due to a bag sale. As much as I don't like having to lug around a bag, I must confess I feel kind of sophisticated carrying it.
In the course of trying to find a suitable bag at a decent price, I wandered all over the mall. And, naturally, being in such a nice mall, I looked at some clothing stores that were incredibly upscale and expensive. One thing that surprised me, which probably means I'm dumb, was that Neiman Marcus has actual haute couture-- Prada, Chanel, Dolce and Gabbana, Gucci, Manolo Blahnik, and more. I confess, I have a passing interest in couture. I'm not exactly sure why; I think it's because I feel like it's important to know how to dress for an occasion, and high fashion at least theoretically represents that concept elevated to its highest form. And naturally, since I admire superlatives in most any craft, I am curious as to what counts particularly in something that has to do with another of my deepest fascinations, the art of looking good. :-) Of course, it's remarkable how often these things are incredibly ugly, as if the label alone is enough to render them appealing. Also, it's too easy to find pretty things that don't cost hundreds of dollars per article, ESPECIALLY if they're ugly! I can't say I like the look of the famous Coach pattern, or the way Chanel stamps that stupid double-C logo over everything to the point where it pretty much disfigures the item. I'm not sure what the difference between a five hundred dollar pair of Blahniks and a, say, two hundred dollar pair of a lower-end brand, especially when I think all of this year's Blahniks are incredibly tacky-looking. I've recently gotten into Sex and the City and have very complicated feelings about it (the subject of another entry entirely) but that is where I learned most of what I know about haute couture, and sometimes the sheer badness-to-expense ratio is mind-blowing. "BAD fashion!" I yell at the TV. "BAD! No cookie!"
Unlike my taste in jewelry, I have never been very particular or at least snobbish about clothes. Being blessed with a nice figure that is easy to dress to advantage, I've always been able to slide into just about anything that fits and look cute in it-- twenty-dollar junk from Target really suits petite girls with narrow hips and flat tummies, and that makes up a not-insignificant part of my wardrobe. And not only am I flattered by cheap things, for well or for ill, my overarcing philosophy of dressing is that skin never goes out of style, (heehee) so I tend to let my bare legs or shoulders or midriff make the most of the outfit. I like pretty shoes in theory, I guess, but it's usually so easy to hurt my feet that I mostly stick with sneakers. Never have been big on accessories, though I kind of like belts and have gotten slightly more interested in scarves lately. So I've never had any problem with cheap versus expensive clothes.
Unfortunately, I am not completely free of any taste for pricier stuff. I love leather and suede, particularly when it comes to jackets and shoes. I wear pretty expensive jeans, as stupid as that sounds, but I wear them every day, and the cheaper stuff just wears out too fast. Also, my favorite kind, Lucky Brand, actually has size zeroes with petite-length legs. I love the stylishness of Express when it comes to dressier clothes, and to a slightly lesser degree Banana Republic. Looking through my closet, I am actually surprised at the frequency of those and other more upscale labels; there's even a BCBGMaxazria sweater in there that I have no idea where I got. But my drawers consist mostly of Mossimo, a surprising amount of American Eagle that I don't actually remember ever buying, and Gap leftover from when I was younger but still fits. Basically, if it's on a hanger, it's something upscale, and if it's in a drawer, it's on the cheaper end.
God knows I love looking good. Nice clothes really help with that; they can disguise a lot of flaws. But you can find nice clothes that don't cost a trillion dollars just for a mighty label, and frankly, I think you'd do better to start working out and taking care of yourself and having fewer flaws to disguise then to spend more cash on clothes. And yes, while I sometimes dream about dressing all the men in my life in nothing but Hugo Boss, I certainly don't think that clothes make the man. Or, of course, the woman.
In the course of trying to find a suitable bag at a decent price, I wandered all over the mall. And, naturally, being in such a nice mall, I looked at some clothing stores that were incredibly upscale and expensive. One thing that surprised me, which probably means I'm dumb, was that Neiman Marcus has actual haute couture-- Prada, Chanel, Dolce and Gabbana, Gucci, Manolo Blahnik, and more. I confess, I have a passing interest in couture. I'm not exactly sure why; I think it's because I feel like it's important to know how to dress for an occasion, and high fashion at least theoretically represents that concept elevated to its highest form. And naturally, since I admire superlatives in most any craft, I am curious as to what counts particularly in something that has to do with another of my deepest fascinations, the art of looking good. :-) Of course, it's remarkable how often these things are incredibly ugly, as if the label alone is enough to render them appealing. Also, it's too easy to find pretty things that don't cost hundreds of dollars per article, ESPECIALLY if they're ugly! I can't say I like the look of the famous Coach pattern, or the way Chanel stamps that stupid double-C logo over everything to the point where it pretty much disfigures the item. I'm not sure what the difference between a five hundred dollar pair of Blahniks and a, say, two hundred dollar pair of a lower-end brand, especially when I think all of this year's Blahniks are incredibly tacky-looking. I've recently gotten into Sex and the City and have very complicated feelings about it (the subject of another entry entirely) but that is where I learned most of what I know about haute couture, and sometimes the sheer badness-to-expense ratio is mind-blowing. "BAD fashion!" I yell at the TV. "BAD! No cookie!"
Unlike my taste in jewelry, I have never been very particular or at least snobbish about clothes. Being blessed with a nice figure that is easy to dress to advantage, I've always been able to slide into just about anything that fits and look cute in it-- twenty-dollar junk from Target really suits petite girls with narrow hips and flat tummies, and that makes up a not-insignificant part of my wardrobe. And not only am I flattered by cheap things, for well or for ill, my overarcing philosophy of dressing is that skin never goes out of style, (heehee) so I tend to let my bare legs or shoulders or midriff make the most of the outfit. I like pretty shoes in theory, I guess, but it's usually so easy to hurt my feet that I mostly stick with sneakers. Never have been big on accessories, though I kind of like belts and have gotten slightly more interested in scarves lately. So I've never had any problem with cheap versus expensive clothes.
Unfortunately, I am not completely free of any taste for pricier stuff. I love leather and suede, particularly when it comes to jackets and shoes. I wear pretty expensive jeans, as stupid as that sounds, but I wear them every day, and the cheaper stuff just wears out too fast. Also, my favorite kind, Lucky Brand, actually has size zeroes with petite-length legs. I love the stylishness of Express when it comes to dressier clothes, and to a slightly lesser degree Banana Republic. Looking through my closet, I am actually surprised at the frequency of those and other more upscale labels; there's even a BCBGMaxazria sweater in there that I have no idea where I got. But my drawers consist mostly of Mossimo, a surprising amount of American Eagle that I don't actually remember ever buying, and Gap leftover from when I was younger but still fits. Basically, if it's on a hanger, it's something upscale, and if it's in a drawer, it's on the cheaper end.
God knows I love looking good. Nice clothes really help with that; they can disguise a lot of flaws. But you can find nice clothes that don't cost a trillion dollars just for a mighty label, and frankly, I think you'd do better to start working out and taking care of yourself and having fewer flaws to disguise then to spend more cash on clothes. And yes, while I sometimes dream about dressing all the men in my life in nothing but Hugo Boss, I certainly don't think that clothes make the man. Or, of course, the woman.
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