I was browsing the Office Depot site today, looking for some multi-line cordless phones for work. One of the phones that was listed as multi-line actually wasn’t, so I was going to contact them to let them know about this. I click on their Contact Us page, and something jumps out at me…
Apparently Office Depot is popular with vikings.
In preliminary news, I added comments and stuff to the DragonCon photos — or the Friends album, anyway.
Warning, roleplaying stuff ahead. For those that could care less, feel free to skip it.
Played the first game in Monkey’s evil-based D&D campaign last night. Man, I’m so used to playing good/hero characters in tabletop, I really had trouble getting into the groove of things. My best evil contribution was along the following lines:
Bear: If someone goes too near that graveyard, the restless dead will wake up and eat them.
Grem: [with typical Grem insane fervor] I need parchment, and a bottle. I’m making a fake treasure map to lead some poor schmuck to that place, and putting it in the corner of a bar or something. So some adventurers will find it and go to their deaths.
Me: Bar? Screw that, put it somewhere kids will find it. You know kids can’t resist that shit. Treasure map + kids + zombies = crazy delicious.
Oh, also our first mission involved making some rival priestess go crazy, and we were instructed to leave her physically intact. So I asked, “As long as she’s physically intact when we cast the spells to make her go crazy, is that okay?” (We have a healer in the group that can heal pretty much any physical harm.) And the answer was yes… we could feel free to torture her or do whatever else we wanted, so long as at the end of it all she was physically intact. This made my character very happy (he has mommy issues, and a feels a particular sadistic urge toward women).
So I shall endeavor to think more evil-like. If I can’t make the Dungeon Master and every other player in the game recoil with, “Holy shit, Mike, you are one twisted bastard!” then I haven’t done my job.
Sadly, DragonCon is over, but it was a blast. Highlights this year include seeing members of the Battlestar Galactica cast on a panel (best show on television right now, in my opinion), a drunken game of Asshole, and crashing a pirate party with ninjas.
The pictures are up in my photo gallery, though I haven’t named them or added amusing captions yet. All in due time, my droogies. Here are a few highlights…
Well I’m sitting in the food court by the DragonCon hotels right now, with their craptastic/spastic WiFi connection (but it’s free, so I guess I can’t complain too much). Got checked in to the room early to get one close to the ground floor — Marriott room 312 for anyone reading this who’s going to the con.
Pictures (and possibly video, since Dave has a shiny new HD video cam) shall be forthcoming. I can only hope that DragonCon lives up to GenCon’s dicebagging glory.
In other news, the Bagwells have been staying with us this week, which has been awesome. I’ve missed ya, you Gumby-lookin’ bastard. I fully expect you to bring back some terrorist bone fragments from Iraq. And I really wish I could roleplay with Christy more — that was always a blast. Stupid time being spread so thin.
The smell of food is making me hungry again, so it’s time for second dinner now.
My favorite sushi place in the whole world is a little place called Sushi Yoko in Doraville. It looks pretty ghetto from the outside, and I only went there on the advice of a friend. I took my friend Bagwell with me, and upon entering, we were the only two Westerners in there. Naturally, we felt a little out of place. Until, that is, a long-haired obviously-American dude came in, at which point we rejoiced. And then saw that he was holding a little half-Japanese girl by the hand, and then heard him speaking what seemed to be fluent Japanese on his cellphone.
Anyway, this place has the best sushi I’ve ever had, and it’s very reasonably priced, too. It’s next to a Japanese market called Tomato. Well, apparently Tomato recently decided to paint the walls leading to their place with happy little tomato figures. Except this one rather stuck out. You can draw your own conclusions.
Here’s a video of a firedancing chick at the White Wolf/CCP party at GenCon last weekend:
I shit you not. It’s officially called Bat’s Day, and it happens every year.
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It’s been a busy few days. Last week we went to Kirstie’s grandmother’s funeral, which was sad. But it was also a really well-done service; the preacher asked the family some questions about Lois’s life and got some stories to use during the service. Kirstie’s grandfather was very strong throughout it all — it seemed like he knew she was in a better place, and he was actually sort of happy about that.
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Went to see The Bourne Ultimatum last night with Grem and Missy, courtesy of Sam who is the manager at the Phipp’s Plaza AMC. It’s always awesome to have a friend that can get you free movie passes. The theater was sold to capacity, and unfortunately we had to sit in the 2nd to front row, over to the right. Not the greatest viewing angle. This will come back in a few moments. Also, the air conditioning was broken. So imagine, if you will, a theater with every seat filled, feeling like a sauna, and trying to watch a screen from a viewpoint that causes it to appear distorted.
The movie started off pretty strong. Cool action, lots of spy stuff. Some cool fighing. Reminiscent of the other Bourne movies, but done even better in my opinion. Well, after the first few scenes, I started getting nauseas. I soon realized why (in addition to the vantage point and heat): the camerawork.
I think they were going for the gritty, in-the-middle-of-the-action feeling with the shaky camera, panning around and zooming in and out randomly. After just a few minutes, I figured out their secret: they found an epileptic monkey, strapped a camera to its right hand, and had trained it follow the action. The one thing they didn’t account for is that the epileptic monkey was also a compulsive masturbator. Because seriously, I swear this movie was filmed by an epileptic, masturbating monkey with a camera strapped to its hand.
Needless to say, I spent much of the movie with my eyes closed to avoid losing my dinner. But the movie was good. I think.