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Another interesting thing about Dreamwidth: as they are less well-known, they are not blocked by my school's firewalls. Booyah.

Anyway, here is my first post via Dreamwidth, and my first personal blogging post in some time. I feel under a lot of pressure to make this post "good" and "seminal," to define with grace and brilliance what this blog is going to be about.

That's why instead I'm going to post this RPGnet motivational poster I made about five years ago.

The Others

Sometimes, you just need to move on.

I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with a blog. Post about writing, gaming, and random geeky things on the internet? I do that already on the Burning Zeppelin Experience. Post about miniatures, wargaming, modding, and painting? I think I'm the only person in my immediate internet circle to be into that sort of thing. Post about how freaking slow and unreliable Audible downloads are? Tempting, but probably not a great idea.

So, I guess that leaves posting about my life. Hopefully I can elevate the format above "how was your quesadilla?" blogging, but I'm going to assume that if you're reading this, you're at least tangentially interested in what's going on with me, in a broader format than Facebook allows.

Which reminds me - if I want my friends to read this and be updated about my life, I should link to Facebook from it.

Anyway, the fact is that I miss the heyday of Livejournal. I miss reading my Friends page and seeing what my friends are up to, creatively presented in their own words, impregnated with their own personalities, intermixed with a liberal sprinkling of people I don't know personally but think are neat. Maybe there's nothing I could do to bring those days back, but I can post this, I can post about Dreamwidth on Facebook, and I can hope.

So, here goes nothing. This blog will be about me, for those who care to read it.

Also, is it just me or does Michele Bachman look less like she's dropping out of the race and more like she's promising to bite all those who oppose her?

There is definitely something bitey about that woman. I know that her dropping out of the race doesn't mean that she will stop spouting horrible hate-filled rhetoric, but at least it means that I won't have to hear about it - or look at her horrible bitey weasily face - nearly as frequently.

But enough about politics. What's been up with me?

The last - God, how long has it been? - the last period has had some ups and downs. Ups include my teaching career, which continues to be lots of fun. Abby is well, as well, and I'm still quite happy to be married to her. I've recently gotten into wargaming - I'm sure you've all noticed, after all the pictures I've posted - and while it's a hobby that's possibly even sillier than the rest of the ones I've already got, It's also a lot of fun. I really enjoy the artistry that goes into assembling, modifying, and painting my Tiny Plastic Spacemen, Tiny Plastic Lizardmen, Tiny Plastic Giant Robots, and Tiny Plastic Giant Monsters (TPSMs, TPLMs, TPGRs, and TPGMs, for short). Apparently, I'm even quite good at it, and getting better.

However much fun it is, though, minis wargaming doesn't replace roleplaying. Real roleplaying, the kind I did in college, the kind where you tell deeply meaningful stories. I'm done feeling ashamed - I've been done for a while now - this is one of the major ways I express myself. It's also really hard to do when you're a grownup. I've posted about it before, and I'll probably post about it again. It's kind of up right now in my life, and it's been a major source of frustration.

There are some lights at the end of various tunnels. I've got a Dresden Files game going on - while it isn't quite a game of truth and beauty yet, it's certainly fun and I think it has the potential to become such. I've started developing more local friends (Friends! Dear friends!), which is good, because while I've got some awesome friendships already, I'm also pretty isolated and lonely.

In other news... well, I think that about covers it. If you read my blog you already know about my Summer from Hell, my mother basically disowning me, and my brother's continued douchebaggery. You probably also know that in addition to being wonderful and fun, teaching is probably the hardest thing I've ever done, and it continues to leave me exhausted.

So that's where I am: work is fun and work his hard, my creative life is full of new things I enjoy and all but empty of old things I love, I have more friends, and that front is continuing to improve, and my marriage is great, but unsurprisingly strained by all the things that are difficult in the rest of my life.

Watch this space for more blogging. Let's see if we can't keep in touch.
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Today I found myself contemplating an old friend of mine, and how our friendship ended.

His name was Scotty. He and I were good friends at New Country Day Camp, the place I spent my summers before I was judged ready for sleepaway camp (I remember the bus would pick me up by the concrete bridge over Clark Street, one that connected two mysterious concrete-walled apartment complexes that I never saw anyone enter or leave). We had a lot alike: we were both heavyset and unathletic boys, we both spent our time at New Country Day Camp doing as much arts and crafts in the shade as possible, and we were both interested in fantasy - at the time, especially super heroes. Even our super hero lore meshed well. I knew more about the ancient heroes whose stories my father could tell me, people like Superman, Batman, and Green Lantern. Scotty, on the other hand, new strange, modern heroes. People like Adam Warlock.

Anyway, for years we were inseprable, at least during the summer. Then, I stopped going to New Country Day Camp and, as these things usually go, we drifted apart.

I didn't see him again for about six years. By then, it was my first or second summer at French Woods. I met, by chance, a kid who called himself Dan. He reminded me a little of Scotty, but I didn't pay the feeling any attention. He didn't seem interested in being my friend, and I had enough friends that I didn't push the matter. It was most of the summer before one of 'Dan's' other friends accidentally called him Scot in my hearing.

I was sad and hurt of course, but most of all I remember being confused. If Scotty had become thin and popular, then I would have understood. I hated the rules, but I knew them as well as any kid who's ever been outcast. If anything he looked worse. I remember that it felt like a petty act of betrayal, senseless and stupid and cruel. I never found out why - I wasn't interested in anything he could say to me. I never saw him again.

I don't know why I find myself remembering that story. I haven't thought about it in years.

In further news, I have recieved yet another book at Kepler's that completely depresses me. It's called I'd Rather Eat Chocolate: Learning to Love my Low Libido, and it's awful. Here's the author's website.

The Good: Woman discards a masculinized perception of her own sexuality (and female sexuality in general) and becomes satisfied with her own libido level! Bully for her.

The Bad: The book is essentially a memoir of the author's journey through the maze of desire and compromise with her husband Kip - and in the end, her lack of desire = zero compromise. Joan gets what she wants, that is, just barely this side of no sex life, and no pressure to change, and Kip is just (not) screwed. Well, he gets the occasional blowjob. And she 'permits' him to masturbate to pornography.

What bothers me is the author's selfishness. She doesn't want to negotiate, she wants to get her way. She doesn't care that her husbnad is happy, she cares that his needs are met enough that he won't leave her. It's a selfish failed journey through a marital difficulty masquerading as a self-help book, and it. On top of all that, it's mired in sex differences - men want sex, women want chocolate - which I have gradually come to reject. I think it will cause as much damage as Jon Gray's Mars and Venus franchise.

For the uninitiated (ie. those not living with a sex therapist's daughter) Gray's books are I'd Rather Eat Chocolate for men. Instead of focusing on how women should get the sex lives they want and men should deal with it, Gray's books claim that men have certain needs (a cave to hide in, regular sex, room to be macho) that women should accomodate.

What is wrong with these people? Don't they realize if I compromise and you don't, that's not compromise! Don't they realize that we call it a relationship because it's about relating! I'm fairly disgusted.

The saddest thing of all - it was a special order. That means at least one poor person has purchased that book, and may be trying to use it as a guide to dealing with some issue in his or her life.

To end on a positive note, tonight Abby and I will be seeing Spiderman 3. Expect reviews! A warning: I'm not expecting much. I liked Spidermans 1 and 2, but whenever they introduce more than one villain at a time, I begin to get very, very suspicious. Color me paranoid, but Batmans 2 through godknowswhat taught me not to have much hope for multiple-villain movies, even if the franchise got off to a good start.


Nov. 1st, 2006 07:27 pm
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I won! I won!

I just found out that I am the proud owner of Wraith: the Oblivion, second edition, White Wolf's game of something or other - I really can't be bothered to remember the blurb.

So, seriously, who's up for a celebratory Wraith one-shot? I'll begin accepting players now, pending the book's arrival, my having an idea, and schedules working out.

. . .

Finally, there is something very right with my life. Last night, Abby and I were talking about Halloweens to come, and we mentioned the possibility of dressing our children up in absurd and adorable costumes.

The possibility of dressing a baby or small child up as a maggot - with a home-made or modified glow-worm costume - came up.

From that, we moved on to the possibility of dressing our small child as one of Mask of Winter's giant maggots (miniature giant space maggot!)...

Which led to the idea of dressing our small child as one of Mask of Winter's giant maggots, with Abby and I dressed as deathknights.

Have I mentioned that I have the best girlfriend that there ever was?


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