Pure Sabacc

6:11pm: Missing out on Dimmu Borgir and Devildriver this Friday, very unfortunate. Miss Crashley and Ryan-dude seem disappointed, but all things will be mended if Frontline Assembley really is going to be in Vancouver.

Work on Terradrive continues, with the starter campaign still uncomplete. Writing some of the scenes is proving difficult, as the need to be descriptive conflicts at times with the desire to allow the GM the freedom to flavour the scenario in their own style and approach. Somehow, I'll get it done this week, so that we can begin the final work towards PAX and launch. Which is in just over 3 months. Am I scared? Yes. Absolutely hands-wringing terrified. Then my superior asian heritage takes over, and reminds me that if my ancestors could build the Great Wall, I can do this.

7:03pm: We're now at less than 4 months to go time. I'mtrying to finish writing my starter campaign for the project on schedule, and wrapping up semester at the same time, and stringing myself along with Best Buy.

PAX keeps shaping up bigger and more out of control, not even counting us. The forums are a busy hive of planning outside the event itself. Parties and dinners and a mob of nerds taking Seattle by storm for a glorious weekend. Righteous.

Really, I'm only posting because it gives me another excuse to procrastinate and not go to my final exam that starts in an hour.

9:30pm: Wooohooo!
The game is now an offical obscure, mysterious blurb put out by the publishers.

I feel a grim sense of satisfaction, and will continue to construct zany ideas for it.

9:20pm: Stolen from Steve

4:17pm: Vik'd from chef_socrates

Comment, and I will:

1) Tell you why I friended you
2) Associate you with a song/movie
3) Tell a random fact about you
4) Tell a first memory about you
5) Associate you with an animal/fruit
6) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you
7) Show you my favourite user pic of yours
8) In response, you MUST spread this disease in your LJ.

Ugh, I feel dirty even having this in here...

12:07am: Holyshitholyshitholyshit!
DragonForce is returning to us, as the prophesy foretold!
Metal shall descend on March 28, in all its glory, at a venue that is huge.
/hurrah x3

11:35pm: The Awesomenessity
8 months.
Launch.
A deal with gods and devils.
Shaking hands with kings.
10, 000 soldiers.
Can you dig it?

8 days of mind wracking labour remaining, then playtesting goes ahead.

10:24pm: School resumes next week. I leave you all with this.




Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

11:45am: Tall Timbres.

Critical Element and the band that Carter and Forsythe run Yesterday's Forgotten.

Drunken camaderie and excessive indulgence.

G-Box beats and Dizzy D freestyle.

Bob Marley at 2am with a circle.

Retiring '06 with grace and greeting'07 with a bang.

7:30pm: I have resided here 22 days, with naught but cats. Slowly, I adjusted to the quiet, the solitude. A strange sort of tranquil ease pervaded my mindset.

Then I got sick with a lovely hacking, wheezing, mucuous spitting cold, and have transitioned back into a raging fury of something.
I get thrown to afternoon shift in 3 weeks, working 1:30 to 9:45 until the end of december. While not the optimal time to work, I still get weekends off, and I may get to learn receiving and clamp truck while I am at it. Still no letter of acceptance for January, which is rather bad.. filling out the application for next September as we speak, though with Terradrive possibly in the offing, who knows?

Started a Feral spec druid to help out Mike on Draenor. Gods help me, I was clean for 3 months.

9:51pm: After six grueling hours of online meetings and writing and re-writing, editing and re-editing and carefully adding the art, it is done.

May the gods help us all, if we succeed. I'm not ready for it.


In other news, there was a Star Trek Marathon this weekend. Neat.

8:51pm: Day 11
The quiet is mildly disturbing. Going to bed to quiet, waking up to quiet, eating dinner to quiet.
Oh well.

Moved Tyler and Shelaugh into their new house yesterday, after work. It took a really long time, what with couches and doors that needed to come off and stuff that wasn't boxed, but Grycer the Elder and I still made it to Fort Pub for last call, and they let us keep our glasses when they kicked us out, so we could relax on the benches.

Sat there until 3:00 with Grycer and Brandon(my scottish brother from another mother) chatting and listening to stories about Scottland from Brandon, who was "stuck" in Scotland for an extra two weeks.

9:06pm: Day 1
I begin the first day of my temporary abode, my quiet sanctum of cats and ice tea/ brief lair of sleep and other such fun activities.
First lesson I have learned: Cats do not like ice tea. If I turn around for a second while making it, they will attempt to attack the jug.

10:21pm: A 100ft slip and slide, lit along the sides by tiki torch and ending in a jump and kiddy pool.
Women to lube you up optional, but highly recommended.

11:18am: Going back to work tomorrow, fretting about my Kwantlen application, drinking the nights away with Vern Fong and the new crew, Bocci at 12am, helping designing P&P RPGs, working out, sleeping less, and Pirates.

Dropships and turn-based action formulae and tech-layouts and intergalactic racism/specism, oh my.
I should buy a paintball gun today.

1:43pm: My brother is dumb, and now has to take summer school. Which means I have to wake up at 7:30 tomorrow and drive him.
I was getting all nice and used to sleeping in to 8:00. Alas.

On the upside, mom has had a working pancreas for a month now, and there have been no noteworthy complications.

12:10am: 48 hours, and the nurses have not had to add any insulin to mom's medication. So far, so good. Its a strange sort of giddy terror I'm in, hope for recovery and adaptation, agonising apprehension for any kind of problems that may come.
It is quiet in my usually noisy house.

Edit: This is the second time I've used the terms 'giddy' and terror'; upon reflection though, I can find no better terms for expression.

10:09am: Pancreas FTW.
Huzzah! Mom's out of recovery, and up in her own room. I get to brave the horrors of Vancouver rush hour traffic, as soon as Devon gets out of school, and we'll go see her. If we ever find parking. These next weeks will be the telling ones.

( I have lived through 119 of these 158 things. )

9:23am: HOLY SHIT!
Get up, just about to go to my course, phone rings. Its for mom, who's home sick.

Taking her into Vancouver General in 5 minutes so she can begin pre-op for a pancreas transplant!
I am giddy and completely terrified in the same instant. We've been waiting for this for four years, during which the kidney transplant and the move and all our assorted stuff has not always swung well with her diabetes. But with a little luck (knock on wood, here) it'll be all fixed soon.

12:22am: PARC Status Log - Personality Identified
I'm an ENTJ, by way of a test. The name now escapes me. Damnit. But apparently I share similar traits as Harrison Ford and Franklin Roosevelt

I leave you all with my favourite line of story for the week.

And upon the harp, the golden script lay, shining bright from the ebony finish. "I am the Harp of Hellball. I will kill you all.

3:23pm: Stolen from Jack
Leave your name (or just leave a comment) and:

1. I'll respond with something random about you

2. I'll challenge you to try something

3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you

4. I'll tell you something I like about you

5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you

6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of

7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you

8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours

9:01pm: Eh, why do things half ass?
I am now completely, utterly bald, having spent some 17 minutes shaving my head with a razor. Considering I shaved the back of my head entirely by touch, I am quite proud.
Except I nicked myself on the side of the head. Ow.

3:29pm: Half-time Report
Last night was insane. There might have been more than 200 people packed into the Fort Pub, half of them there for Trevor's birthday. Everything past 12:30 is sort of a dim blur. I remember drunken dancing and being all giddy. What seemed like half of Sara's LFAS grad class was also there last night. Drunken teachers, and that Luke boy almost got into a scrap with us... and then was almost put in cuffs to go off to the drunk tank for crowding an RCMP officer.
Bloody long bit of a walk home though, trekking back from Trevor's house at 3:30am.

Rouse myself to the buzzing of my cellphone; Sara texting me to let me know she and her family were on the way to the Balding for Dollars event. Quickest shower I have ever had, put gas in the car, and zoom out to Vancouver. Sara maintains her good looks even without hair.

Now I am at home. Indian foods tonight, and I wear a blue camo bandanna.

6:31pm: Pre-game
Today, I taught my new boss the in and outs of my job. Unfortunate that I will 99% lose it come next Friday, but whatever. Might have a few other opportunities lined up. And I could always become a Corrections Officer :p

Tonight is Drinkfest Mark 1. Trevor 'Vern Fong' Stuart's birthday. I owe the crazy bastard a few beers.

Tomorrow I shave my head for raising funds for cancer! Baldy me.
Speaking of fundraising. Still working out the finals of the finances, waiting for the receipt statement and credit statement, but I will soon start collecting monies for the PAX exspenses. So Katie, who reads this, can harass everyone else.

4:07pm: Finally got off my ass and booked the hotel rooms for PAX, a lovely $10 a night cheapers (and that's in US currency, chummers.)The only unhappiness is now I can't randomly be ambushed by the American people I know down there who booked just under the filling of the Red Lion.

Weekend lineup:
Friday - Trevor's 25th birthday. Buy him incredible amounts of booze, be bought incredible amounts of booze by JP and Ogre, be a slut on the dance floor and drink the night away.
Saturday - Rise early-ish to go get my head shaved for cancer research. Possibly pass out during the day, then take mom to dinner because it's her birthday. Possibly, later at night, venture out to someone's property out by 214th and 96th and attend the continuation of Trevor's birthday.
Sunday - DnD, anyone? I do so look forward to the exercise of DM-given omniscient powers. I also promise not to be a hungover, grumpy, smiting DM.
Monday - Despite the fact that this is a workday, with a workday to follow, it is Nikki's birthday celebration in Vancouver... more drinking, and more drinking. Huzzah public transit!

Painfully, the amounts of drinking of late have been offset by equivalent amounts of exercise. Aiyah, I am in a constant state of muscle complaint.
And, currently, sick. Like I gargled razorblades. Damn you, nature. I will defeat you.