Umbral Echoes Blog

Yes, I hardly blog any more.  Just don’t have the drive — mostly it’s my own OCD that demands I include various pictures and so forth, which honestly just takes a lot of time.  However, a friend asked if I had blogged about GenCon, and maybe the other two of you who read this might like to see some pictures and hear about it too.  So I blog.

Dicebagging

This year GenCon was a little different for me.  In previous years, I’d gone with Lydia and Dustin, and awesomeness ensued.  The picture at left has a brief story behind it, for example.  First night of GenCon, and our room was making a ruckus.  A random passer-by (who we now know as Frank) with an amazing beard and mustache popped his head in and said, “You people sound like you’re having fun; mind if I join in?”  Of course we invited him in.  At some point a few minutes thereafter, someone (I think it was Frank, but I can’t remember for sure) suggested the idea of dicebagging.  Like the geek version of teabagging, you see.  I jumped up, and proceeded to dicebag the hell out of Lydia — what a great sport she is!

This is just one example, and Lydia and Dustin seemed to be co-catalysts to many fun and zany moments such as this.  This year, neither were there — Lydia because she is doing noble things with the Peace Corps in Swaziland, and Dustin due to monetary issues.  There were other awesome cohorts there, sharing hotel space, but they tend to do their own thing, as do I, and our paths cross at irregular intervals.

So, lacking my Dustin and Lydia, I did more work-oriented things this year.  There were several sushi dinners, and things of that nature, but I’ll just hit the notable points.

Thursday night was BeerCon (yes, I said BeerCon), hosted by OneBookShelf and Goodman Games, held at The Slippery Noodle.  On the downside, I had to miss True Dungeon to do it.  there was a small SNAFU at the door — apparently it was a blues night with a cover charge, whcih caused some confusion.  Also, the BeerCon event was quite popular, and the downstairs room we were in was packed to the gills, and pretty noisy.  On the good side, there were cool people there, and I got to have a few drinks on the company (as did everyone else).  Talked to Eddy Webb at White Wolf, my coworker Sean Fannon — no wait, that’s Sean Patrick Fannon.  He really should introduce himself that way, a la James Bond.  “Sean Fannon.  Sean Patrick Fannon, at your service.”

Brave New World concert

Friday night was the Brave New World concert hosted by Reactor 88 Studios and Matt Forbeck, featuring some video previews of the movie and a live performance by Makeshift Prodigy.  The band was decent, but the lead singer actually had a pretty good set of pipes (in my admittedly unprofessional opinion).  After that there was a get-together at Subterra Lounge.  It was a trendy club, pretty small, but the drinks weren’t too expensive, and the bartender was good about getting drinks.  For me, anyway — it helps to tip well. 🙂  Got to talk to some old acquaintances, like Will Hindmarch, former Vampire developer for White Wolf.  He’s doing some independent projects right now, which seem to be getting a fair amount of traction.

After that, we (my boss, Will, and a few others) went and had some drinks at a cigar and scotch bar with the White Wolf crew.  I had some Oban, which is a single malt scotch that I remember being very smooth.  What I was given at this place did not taste smooth, to the extent that I wondered if it was Oban at all.  It tasted more like a Jameson, or maybe even Laphroaig, but definitely not Oban.  I managed to pace myself to avoid drunkenness at least.

Here you might note that so far, I haven’t mentioned playing any games, or anything other than drinking or carousing.  Well, that’s because I pretty much drank and caroused all weekend long.  I played one game, the card game Munchkin, on Saturday for the first time ever.  That was the only gaming I did.  However, that was quite fun, and I got some random swag from it due to a passing-by staff member who was giving swag to whomever was currently winning games.  I played with hotel room-mate Mark, and his friends Paul and Alix.  We had lots of fun with it, though we didn’t have long because of the weekend’s big event: the White Wolf party.

Alix and Me

Yes, the White Wolf party.  The highlight of GenCon.  The night where the drinks are free, the hot goths are out, and inhibitions are hiding in the corner curled up into a little ball.  Within the first five minutes I was groped, and had my ass critiqued by a group of people whose goal in the night was to get their friend laid.  I try to stay away from former coworkers though.  Except Chris McDonough.  If you’re reading this Chris, you know I always reserve the manlove for you.

The club had two floors, various beds and sofas, and a dance floor on each level pumping the goth/industrial/new wave/whatever.  I think I’m developing a tolerance to Captain and Coke, because after 5 of them (not lightly poured, either) in fairly quick succession, I was barely feeling buzzed.  I mingled, drank, and dragged Alix onto the dance floor.  Okay, she was willing, but it sounds better if I say I dragged her onto the dance floor.  Caveman style.  Our friend Mark was apparently having a rough night, but I’ll be damned if I let anyone not have fun around me, and Alix and I managed to cheer him up some.  Kung Fu makes everyone happy, I’m just sayin’.  I also forced Paul to chug water.  He doesn’t drink, he is skinnier than I am, and he was tore up.  I knew he’d be hating himself the next day, and sure enough, I got some profuse thanks for practically forcing the water down his throat.

Mark and Cate

Overall this year’s party was more tame than in previous years.  There was no impromptu photo shoot like last year, wherein I was told to get my ass over there, take off my shirt, and pose with random goth girl.  There were no antics with kickballs and street signs that had been drunkenly torn up out of the street, nor breaking into hotel swimming pools and proceeding to breaking the pool.  There was, however, an afterparty for a limited number of people in the penthouse suite at the Omni, which was fun but crowded.  A couple of friends I brought with me designated themselves as bartenders, and apparently were very well-liked for that — also, they got a fair chunk of change in tips.  Broken bottles notwithstanding.  The suite was well-stocked with alcohol and mixers; these people are professionals.  Nothing of note really happened there, other than it being packed like sardines, and security being called for the noise disturbance and breaking up the party.  Oscar Garza has a psychic sense about these things — a few minutes before the pigs came, he said, “I’m leaving before the police get here.”

Sunday, as per usual, was pretty low-key.  People leaving early, checking out of hotels, some farewell dinners and so forth.  It was sad to say goodbye to friends both old and new, but several of them will be at DragonCon.  And that, my friends, is where the real party is at.

Featuring our beloved PhotoGnome.

I haven’t really felt like writing much recently — I suppose I’ve just been preoccupied with too many other things in life.

The big news is that my company has decided to ditch the office, so I am now working remotely full-time.  I’m still doing a weekly face-to-face lunch meeting, because I think face time is important, but other than that I’m chillin’ at home during the workday.  This week has been the first week of that, and it’s definitely taking some mental adjustments, but I’m really happy about this change.

This also means that I will have much more flexibility to visit a lot of my friends.  Aside from those weekly meetings (which I can skip from time to time), it really doesn’t matter whether I’m working from my house or Istanbul, as long as I can keep the same working schedule as the other employees.

In other news, I was invited to a Halloween party at the Playboy mansion.  Sadly, it’s a bit late notice and the person who invited me really didn’t have his ducks in a row, so I’m not going to be able to make it.  Which is a pity, since it looked quite cool — professional set creators had designed a haunted house, actors walking around in zombie makeup, Paul Oakenfold spinning (though I am told by a very reliable source that Oakenfold got pwnt by the DJ Sarah Collins when spinning in a club in Seattle), and of course boobs galore.  I was seriously considering getting a captain’s hat and going as the Motorboat Captain.  Feel free to use that one at your own Halloween parties — so long as it’s not one I’ll be at, in which case I reserve the right to that idea.

On the plus side, this guy pretty much has a standing invite, and the New Years party is looking good.

I’m getting more into World of Warcraft, and will be even more so when Wrath of the Lich King comes out.  When I went to Doug’s wedding in Louisville a few weekends ago, the old gang decided to get back together in an online fashion on the Baelgun server.  I’ll have to roll a Deathknight so I can get a head-start to 55, but I was wanting to do that anyway.  It will be awesome to be in better contact with the guys again.

I hear Fable 2 is the new hotness.  I wish I had more time for gaming.  But when faced with the choice of going out with friends or staying at home and watching a TV screen, I generally take the former.  And in the case of the latter… well, aforementioned Warcrack tends to take up that time.

Anyway, if you’re reading this, and would like me to come visit at some point, toss me an email and I’ll work something out.  Sis, you’re at the top of my list.

Whew. Finally through with convention season. Why is it that we so often need a vacation to recover from our vacations?

This year’s festivities were confounded somewhat by a database issue at work that I’m still dealing with now, to a lesser extent. Suffice to say, it was my fault, and is the biggest screwup I’ve ever made in my professional life, intensified by a perfect storm of other bad things happening. But, we’re mostly recovered from it, and mistakes are the best teachers.

So in this post, I’ll go over some of the fun times at GenCon.

This year involved more dicebagging, of course. Frank even set up a website for it… though he never approved my account and I’ve therefore been unable to load pictures. I also convinced Lydia to eat three hot peppers at Steak n’ Shake, for the low price of paying for her meal. I think you’ll agree that it was worth it. Or perhaps I’m just a sadist.

Along the lines of discussion, the question was asked, “What is the least compensation you would accept for macing yourself in the face?” Talking about the chemical here, not the medieval weapon. Initially the thought was, “Would you mace yourself in the face for X dollars? What about half that?” And so on. But it evolved into questions such as, “Would you mace yourself in the face to temporarily be changed into a member of the opposite sex for a day? What if part of that was that you’d be a poorly-endowed member of the opposite sex?” In this discussion, I learned that Lydia is secretly very blatantly a sexual misogynist.

The White Wolf party was a bit more strict this year, actually requiring invites at the door. But, as always, it was an open bar, and this time it was split into two sweat-drenched levels of fun. There was an impromptu photo shoot. Word to the wise: whenever someone says, out of the blue, “Are you ready?” the answer is, without fail, “Bring it ON!” Except envision that said in Brock Samson‘s voice in your head, then do your best impression of it. Suffice to say, I was made to remove my shirt and bite random goth chick’s neck. Pictures might or might not be forthcoming on the White Wolf website, depending on the laziness of the people involved in the photo shoot.

Note to self 2: stay away from drunken bisexual dudes. Next time, it will end in blood.

The after-party with the White Wolf folks was somewhat low-key, but we brought the DJ along for the hell of it anyway. Afterward I had to deal with a drunken bitch (drunk to the point where she literally couldn’t walk) who insisted that she was all right to drive not only herself, but a couple of other people who came with her, home. Sometimes I hate having to be the good guy. That one ended up being a couple hours of hassle, and me letting her stumble off to try and find her car. I thought about calling the cops to detain her, but honestly I don’t care that much.

I’ll keep the roleplaying stories to a minimum, since that’s only interesting to a select crowd (and also, I was only in two games this year). Dustin ran an Exalted LARP that was a continuation of games from previous years. My character was on trial for killing the person who was likely to become Empress. Part of the game was that each character was given a motivation/goal for each scene, and in the trial scene my character’s goal was to bed one of the members of a certain house/clan. Long story short, there was really only one option: the judge herself. I came a breath away from managing it, too. Note to self: follow instincts always, without question.

Dustin also ran a Seventh Sea game. This system, for those not in the know, is made of pure awesome. It’s a game set in Renaissance times, normally centered on piracy. It is epic to a sometimes-silly level, and has such rules as: your character can never die, and when you do something awesome, you get extra “drama dice” for it. The game itself involved undead sheep invading what was supposed to be a child’s birthday party, in a mansion. I think that just about sums it up.

Met some cool new people over the weekend (Michael, Christine, others whose names I forget), which is always fun. Drank a lot less than I expected. At the White Wolf party I was making a conscious effort not to drink myself into a stupor. Which, in hindsight, was a mistake — drink deeply or taste not, and all that. There was only a brief respite (or it felt brief, anyway) before it was time to go sprinting around in the woods in 95 degree weather while wearing plate mail armor and beating on people with padded weapons. More on that later, though.

Two people dropped out of the DragonCon room last minute.  So, if anyone reading this is needing a room at DCon, we’ve got 2 slots open, 3 if we want to push it (go ahead and giggle).  We’re in the Marriott, so it’s convention central.

Also, I apologize for the lack of real updates recently.  Sometimes there’s not enough going on to write about (without trying to make the mundane into something interesting anyway), and sometimes there’s so much going on that you don’t have a free moment to breathe.  I plan to make a post about GenCon, and running around in the woods at 6am like a maniac.

I was hanging out at Stephen and Amanda’s place the other night, and Amanda tells me that Stephen was trying to get her to play World of Warcraft.  I paused and just blinked, confused.  Why doesn’t he just play himself?  Well, apparently he used to like watching his roommate play when stuff was going on (raids, whatever), but things liek the grinding and the travel time just bored him to tears.  So he’d just say, “Let me know when you get to the place,” then he’d come watch.

This struck me as pretty interesting, and I realize that I’ve done this myself in the past.  My Louisville crew used to be really into EverQuest, and though I never once played the game, quite frequently I’d come over and just chill at their house, munching on some Taco Bell and watching them raid.  It was vicarious gaming, and it actually kept my interest pretty well.  I’ve done this with roleplaying and console gaming, too — just take it in as someone else plays.  Granted, it’s not quite as fun as participating yourself, but there’s also much less of a time (and monetary) investment.  So while it seemed very odd at first, upon further thought it makes sense.

But regardless of the fact that it makes a weird kind of sense, I still find it pretty funny that Stephen asked Amanda to start playing WoW so that he could watch.

I just thought about this again, and it’s a slightly disturbing thought to me for some reason: I’ve been on the design team, and am listed in the Concept and Design section, for three White Wolf core books (Mage: the Awakening, Changeling: the Lost, and Scion: Hero), yet I’ve only ever played one of them (Scion), and I only played that once.  I’ve never even completely read through the others to see what they turned out like.

If I were to find that one of the designers of a game never played the final product, I would be pretty surprised.  And a little let down, if I were a fan of that game.  But honestly, I’ve had little time to roleplay recently, and recently I haven’t really been inspired to do so.  I’d love to get a regular Scion game going, but most of my friends here are enamored with D&D, and my second group is on Exalted (which is one of my favorite games).

When I do something, I do it.  When I used to play Magic, I had the rules for every card memorized that was in the tournament type in which I competed.  When I played Mage: the Ascension, I knew the rules forward and backward (I think Ian is the only person I’ve met who knew the rules at least as well as I — hi, Ian!).  I’ve had a problem playing Exalted lately, because I don’t know it nearly as well as I used to.  I can’t really stand to do something halfway.  So I end up just not doing a lot of things, because I know I don’t have enough time to devote to doing them well (or at least, what I consider “well”).

But I digress.  I suppose my overall point is that I feel somewhat like a hypocrite for having helped design games that I’ve never played, and in all likelihood won’t (though Changeling does seem really frackin’ cool, so I’d at least like to try it some time).  I feel… almost a sense of obligation there.  Or rather, as if I’m shirking an obligation.  Is that weird?