![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Nov. 21st, 2002 05:19 pmHoly crap! He's writing!
Yes I am, and since it's been a while, this may well be a long one. I have some stuff for work stuck in my brain, and hopefully typing for a while will let it out.
Anyway, let's start with this past weekend, just because it's notable. Last Friday, Antonius convinced me that I needed to come out and play HeroClix and meet the gaming club folks, so I finally did that. Most of 'em ain't bad... they know how to bathe. This is a good thing. Furthermore, they're not all students. Sure, there's a bunch of munchkinlike magic players, but there's also a bunch of older folks who are happy to sit down to a boardgame of pretty much anything. I think this has potential for some future Friday nights.
So I did that until 10:30 or so (only had 1 fig taken out, but lost on plot points because I was selected to randomly take damage - for the curious, R Bane, R Riddler, R Clayface, V Catwoman). Then I trudged through the lightly falling snow to my truck, whereupon I drove to the Cornell lot nearest C-Town, and left the truck to proceed to...
Play.
Okay, so it doesn't really deserve such an introduction, except when you consider that I used to have a bad time with arcades, as in I used to spend a lot of time in them. I've gotten better in general, but I also know that I have a bit of an addictive personality towards some things, like... well, video games. Tony Hawk 3 sucked away a good part of my life, for example, and it still manages to do so on occasion. Sylvie's been trying to get me to go to Play for ages, specifically to get me to play DDR. Sure enough, I did, and heaven forbid, I actually enjoyed it. Still have a good $10 worth of tokens to go through yet even. Hrm. And to think that the last time I considered picking up a home DDR setup, I got boots instead. Now that I've actually played it, I think I need to look into actually buying the damned game. If I need to play video games, I might as well play games that make me move.
So anyway, that was Friday night, and the most important part to note is that I went out. As in to be with other people. As in Not Sitting At Home. You know, it felt pretty damned good.
Saturday, went off to Aethelmearc Aecademy with Sylvie, 2 hour drive to a town I'd been before to visit a friend while he was driving a truck for the shiny happy people. Not much terribly exciting, but the sack lunches (with handmade sacks) and the class on cheesemaking (picked up some very cool tips) were both good things. Got back and went to a show at the State St. theater where it seemed like I knew a *lot* of people, most of them Risleyites. The show was a juggling show with an excellent manipulation artist, a pair of very good jugglers, and a decent sleight of hand guy. Note to performers: if you're playing the "one of these things is not like the others" game, and you're the one that's different, you need to be better than the rest to even *seem* like you're as good.
After that, we went off to Collegetown Bagels to kill some time waiting for the juggling club to reopen the Ramin room. All nighter for me, yee hah, two shots espresso watered down with drip, just wat my caffeine deprived system needed. So there I am, sitting with Rachel (a houseguest for the weekend), Josh (one of Rachel's exes), and two other women. One of them asks me if I can buy her a hot cider. I have no idea why this torqued me so much. Maybe I expected her to be a little more... cute about it. Maybe I expected her to at least *offer* to pay me back (not that I'd have accepted, but yes, I would've gotten it then and there. It's that thought that counts). Hell, crack a joke about it ("Buy me a cider, sailor?"). The point was that she asked me to buy her one like we were dating, which, quite naturally, we weren't.
"So what on earth gives you the idea that you can ask me this?"
"Well, you know, I figure I can ask a young..." I pull out my wallet and flip open to my driver's license, keeping an ear on her. "good looking guy to see if he might be generous enough to buy me a drink."
I look at the license. "Sorry dear, you missed it from the word young". This is the same chickie I mentioned before who apparently thought I was 25. Not to say that I wouldn't have considered dating her (or hell, just sleeping with her) if I was single, but that whole !single thing kind of restricts some of the things (and/or people) I can do.
After that, it was time to go to the jugglefest, where I tried diabolo (and only came close to killing people twice or so), basic juggling (where I think I finally got the start of the rhythm down to eventually get a 3 ball), and got tips on buying a ball for contact juggling. I have since done a bit of practice with my newly acquired 3" acrylic sphere, but I need more.
Gaah. Need to split, but hopefully this will be sufficient to let y'all know I ain't dead yet.
Yes I am, and since it's been a while, this may well be a long one. I have some stuff for work stuck in my brain, and hopefully typing for a while will let it out.
Anyway, let's start with this past weekend, just because it's notable. Last Friday, Antonius convinced me that I needed to come out and play HeroClix and meet the gaming club folks, so I finally did that. Most of 'em ain't bad... they know how to bathe. This is a good thing. Furthermore, they're not all students. Sure, there's a bunch of munchkinlike magic players, but there's also a bunch of older folks who are happy to sit down to a boardgame of pretty much anything. I think this has potential for some future Friday nights.
So I did that until 10:30 or so (only had 1 fig taken out, but lost on plot points because I was selected to randomly take damage - for the curious, R Bane, R Riddler, R Clayface, V Catwoman). Then I trudged through the lightly falling snow to my truck, whereupon I drove to the Cornell lot nearest C-Town, and left the truck to proceed to...
Play.
Okay, so it doesn't really deserve such an introduction, except when you consider that I used to have a bad time with arcades, as in I used to spend a lot of time in them. I've gotten better in general, but I also know that I have a bit of an addictive personality towards some things, like... well, video games. Tony Hawk 3 sucked away a good part of my life, for example, and it still manages to do so on occasion. Sylvie's been trying to get me to go to Play for ages, specifically to get me to play DDR. Sure enough, I did, and heaven forbid, I actually enjoyed it. Still have a good $10 worth of tokens to go through yet even. Hrm. And to think that the last time I considered picking up a home DDR setup, I got boots instead. Now that I've actually played it, I think I need to look into actually buying the damned game. If I need to play video games, I might as well play games that make me move.
So anyway, that was Friday night, and the most important part to note is that I went out. As in to be with other people. As in Not Sitting At Home. You know, it felt pretty damned good.
Saturday, went off to Aethelmearc Aecademy with Sylvie, 2 hour drive to a town I'd been before to visit a friend while he was driving a truck for the shiny happy people. Not much terribly exciting, but the sack lunches (with handmade sacks) and the class on cheesemaking (picked up some very cool tips) were both good things. Got back and went to a show at the State St. theater where it seemed like I knew a *lot* of people, most of them Risleyites. The show was a juggling show with an excellent manipulation artist, a pair of very good jugglers, and a decent sleight of hand guy. Note to performers: if you're playing the "one of these things is not like the others" game, and you're the one that's different, you need to be better than the rest to even *seem* like you're as good.
After that, we went off to Collegetown Bagels to kill some time waiting for the juggling club to reopen the Ramin room. All nighter for me, yee hah, two shots espresso watered down with drip, just wat my caffeine deprived system needed. So there I am, sitting with Rachel (a houseguest for the weekend), Josh (one of Rachel's exes), and two other women. One of them asks me if I can buy her a hot cider. I have no idea why this torqued me so much. Maybe I expected her to be a little more... cute about it. Maybe I expected her to at least *offer* to pay me back (not that I'd have accepted, but yes, I would've gotten it then and there. It's that thought that counts). Hell, crack a joke about it ("Buy me a cider, sailor?"). The point was that she asked me to buy her one like we were dating, which, quite naturally, we weren't.
"So what on earth gives you the idea that you can ask me this?"
"Well, you know, I figure I can ask a young..." I pull out my wallet and flip open to my driver's license, keeping an ear on her. "good looking guy to see if he might be generous enough to buy me a drink."
I look at the license. "Sorry dear, you missed it from the word young". This is the same chickie I mentioned before who apparently thought I was 25. Not to say that I wouldn't have considered dating her (or hell, just sleeping with her) if I was single, but that whole !single thing kind of restricts some of the things (and/or people) I can do.
After that, it was time to go to the jugglefest, where I tried diabolo (and only came close to killing people twice or so), basic juggling (where I think I finally got the start of the rhythm down to eventually get a 3 ball), and got tips on buying a ball for contact juggling. I have since done a bit of practice with my newly acquired 3" acrylic sphere, but I need more.
Gaah. Need to split, but hopefully this will be sufficient to let y'all know I ain't dead yet.
