LadyElvan

Yay! 50,694 words and it's only Sunday at 0214! I still feel like it's Saturday 'cause I haven't gone to bed yet, but hey! Either way I'm good! *happydance*

Going into, but not counting, the 17th of November, I have 30,800 words written. With the form I have figured out, that means I only need to write about 1745/ 1746 words a Writing Day to hit 50t. I say Writing Day 'cause I don't include saturdays (gaming), Thanksgiving (visiting or avoiding relatives and eating way too much) and my birthday ('cause, it's my BIRTHDAY). So, 11 more days to write this its-not-going-anywhere monster (unless SKid wants to deal with it. I'm more than willing to shove it all in her direction once it's done!) and then I'm done for this year.


Which leaves me back to getting on my ass about Gifted. *sigh* ;)

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
LadyElvan goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as werecat.
arcadian72 tricks you! You get a rock.
ariandar tricks you! You get a wet rag.
autumnslight gives you 2 dark green evil-flavoured nuggets.
bastcirro tricks you! You lose 1 pieces of candy!
eea_goddess tricks you! You lose 1 pieces of candy!
flann54 gives you 15 light blue cola-flavoured gumdrops.
flannelbutch tricks you! You get a clothespin.
fritzi tricks you! You get a dead frog.
grian_ruadh gives you 13 mauve apple-flavoured gummy bats.
iestynapmwg gives you 19 light yellow pineapple-flavoured pieces of taffy.
LadyElvan ends up with 47 pieces of candy, a rock, a wet rag, a clothespin, and a dead frog.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

Happy Birthday Sydney!

So, Hubby and I went to the Franklin Institute yesterday to see the Star Trek exhibit. We made it into our Anniversary, since it would be closed on the actual day. We got to Phili at 10 something and were there until 3 something, most of which was at the FI. And can I just say...

http://apnews.excite.com/article/20090915/D9ANEUGG0.html

Shit.

            So... apparently I'm a Drama Queen, ugly, a bitch, and am not allowed to say anything on the East Kingdom (SCA) list OR talk to a growing list of people OR fight back when I get attacked. I have been told, over and over, that my politics are wrong. My religion is wrong. My sexuality is wrong. My height AND weight are wrong. The fact that Hubby and I (physically can but) can’t have kids makes us less than human (and I’ve actually had “What is wrong with you?!” said to my face). We don’t own cell phones, iPods or DVR/TiVos and that’s just unbelievable!! Hell, even my DIET is wrong.
            To which I say? BULL FUCKING SHIT!
            I'm tired of this. I'm tired of witches being second class and it being ok for us to lose jobs for it. (And don't you DARE tell me that it doesn’t still happen. I can post links of this happening as recently as 2008!) I'm tired of having to worry about if the restaurant I'm taken to has dishes I can eat without getting the stink-eye from the waitstaff if I have to ask "Hold the chicken/ shrimp/ egg/ whatever". I'm tired of having to fight so gays have the same rights as other HUMAN BEINGS do. I'm EXHAUSTED at having to put up with the short jokes and the snickers when my curves get hooked on something the sticks around me walked right on by.
             I'm done. Officially. (Yes, I know. Again. But I swallow less and less of this crap each time before throwing it up so fairly soon I should be done for real!) If you push any of my buttons, I’m going to swing first and maybe say sorry later. Don’t like my tone of voice or how I’m pushing back? Take a note of how you’re talking to me, because I just give back what I get. This goes for good things too don’t forget.
            If you’re not sure if/ how I’m mad at you, ask me. I’m not going to hold that against you. It’s not something we can fix if we don’t know it’s broken.

For those of you who weren't aware, Adric (the computer) took a major dive this week. Apparently he got a worm or a virus or just decided to crash. So, I ended up having the Hubby do the evil evil Rf (Reformat *dun dun DUUUUUUUNNNNnnn!*) and reinstall. I managed to save everything except, apparently, my address book. So if you could, email me with birthdates, offspring/ spouses and addresses please and thank you? I have the Gaming Group's emails, but nothing else. *sigh*

Although, the way things COULD have gone, I'm happy with this. :)

Well now at least I have proof that the boss needs to calm the hell down. She made me stop receiving in the books I was working on to give me 5 minutes at volume about how I screwed up and said we had books come in that we didn't. I started to get sick to my stomach (like 'excuse me please before I yuke' sick), but then she went to point something out to me... and stopped her rant. She poked and clicked and checked things, so I went back to receiving in while still being obvious about stopping and watching to see what she was talking about.

The kicker? Turns out the invoice was correct. She'd fucked it up and decided to yell at me about it, when I was right! *snicker* She ended the conversation with something along the lines of "I just don't want to have to tell you, you know to be careful." Um... no shit? And then, I told her a couple of things from McGraw weren't Expected and she snarled at me about using the wrong code but when she checked the system... SHE'D put it under the wrong code! (Mac instead of McGrw).

So once she went away (finally!) I had a moment to reflect. I don't mind her snapping and snarling, especially since one of her daughters is going for heart surgery. I just appreciate the moments when it's proof that it's not ME she's screaming at, she's just de-stressing. :D

My sister sent me an online comic version of the Lord of the Rings. At which I laughed until I choked. Examples? See below, and Im NOT going to apologise about the length! He wrote about 150 pages.

• No matter how epic the battle, once begun, the thing sounds more or less like a bingo game: People shout out numbers and other people get excited about them.
• It’s not a “small figurine”. It’s a “beautiful, hand-crafted figurine of a water nymph”. Yes, this seems silly. Of course it’s hand-crafted. Everything is in a pre-industrial world. I’m telling you: It doesn’t matter if it’s not worth two coppers and weighs as much as a brick, your players will fight over that figurine if you make it sound exciting.
• I’ve had my players try to barter for items I was trying to give them for free. This is not a bad thing, but it always throws me off-script. (Wait, he has people trying not to get free stuff? How does THAT work?)
• I was going to cut and paste his rant about 3-3.5 ed rules, but I couldn't make it fit and keep the laughter, so... http://www.shamusyoung.com/twentysidedtale/?p=792 underneath the 'comic' part. Enjoy!
• It’s great that you took the time to come up with “Count Devron Masuvius Beldamor the III, High Magester of the Realms of Greeenwood”, but you need to realize that the players are just going to refer to him as “that wizard guy”, or simply, “Mister fancy-pants”. (This seems to be how it always work, KRAGAR! *ahem*)
• A line from inside the comic: "He should have named you "Leggo of my ass" because you're going to be saying that to me a lot." *snicker...snork...*
• When railroading players, ALWAYS have a backup plan in case they derail the plot. By tradition this backup plan is, “Put players back on rails.”
• The rulebooks never say that players earn XP for finding ways to imply the other guys at the table might be gay, but you would never know this from observing their behavior.
• I see a lot of kids with those “I Roll Twenties” t-shirts. I don’t know what game they are playing, or where they get their dice. I need one that says, “Help. The dice are trying to kill me.” (This one made me laugh for about 10 minutes. And use my inhaler. Hubby closed the bedroom door. *hee!!*)
• "Hark, thy fate sucketh?"
• If you’re having trouble with wayward players derailing your carefully designed plot, you can always fix this by making the game non-interactive.
• Let me know how that works out for you.
• “Plot” is what the DM does to amuse himself when the players aren’t talking.
• The consequences you impose on your players for poor choices should be directly proportional to how much those choices annoyed you at the time. (Be aware, any player of mine who read this! Just sayin')
• Only in the context of an RPG is it possible for someone to need the Cliff Notes version of their own biography.
• Ok this does NOT help my OCDness! http://www.shamusyoung.com/twentysidedtale/?p=1223

Rest in peace, Michael!

So I've been on an ASL kick ever since I got hooked on NCIS again (Abby signs, and I like sign language, always have). I signed up on a couple of sites, did some looking about and found my new ASL/ SEE comic god.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I2nX41KvnNY&feature
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7JaGoYdc_M&feature (although this one you have to skip ahead to 1:20 or so, and the signs he's using are NOT for the words... they're the WORDS but not the words he's supposed to be using. :D)


And my sister sent me this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRBVh8ZPUyg&feature

Eep! HEE! *ahem*






And, on a related note (to Arcadian and me): I still want my DQ! And pizza. What am I, in college again? :D

Norman Bates lives again... ish. MAN people are creepy!

http://apnews.excite.com/article/20090617/D98SJVGG1.html

The news just broke in with a tornado warning. I thought PA wasn't supposed to get them! *sigh*

Is anyone surprised by this?

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15750604/from/ET/


And I'm happy about this one

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31123391/?GT1=43001

I'm apparently miffed enough that I have to post about tonight's game. Last night I moved most of the furniture in the Game Room so I could sweep up crumbs, dirt tracked in, and fur of many different types. Moving things back, I didn't set everything back Just So. I figured, if it's not right we can always shift it during gaming when the people are actually THERE instead of "Well, this stuff fits here, and that stuff fits there so I'll put the table here." Well apparently my sense of 'This'll work' stinks, 'cause I had to shift the table twice. Which leads me to the PissedOffMoment: I got a very VERY nasty comment about "You can always have me move my stuff". 'Cause, ya know, I'm SO shy and reserved about telling people to move their shit out of my way. *COUGH* It's not All About You, ya know.

So I go upstairs and pack some more stuff up while trying to get my temper under control (not really helped by StHubby coming up and giving me his oh-so-helpful Whatever! look... I love him but sometimes he's just such a GUY!) and come downstairs to get the game moving. Then comes my WtFO?!?!?! moment: I get crap about knowing info on a Fictitious Character. After fielding a phone call about how a Fictitious Character was killed and how the WORLD is ENDING because of it, and proofing a story TWICE about how said Character didn't really die... *blink* So... it's ok for YOUR made-up-character to be the end all and be all of things, but when *I* talk about a made-up-character, I'm being stupid? BullBLOODYshit! Good for everyone or good for none, so don't talk to me about any more characters until I get an apology for the attitude. BOTH times. 'Cause next time you'll be asked to leave. Period.

And yes, StHubby (who also gave me crap about "He's FAKE!") got a 'ya know this pissed me off' conversation too. *HE* was adult enough to apologise without having to ask him for it. And if you want to pull more attitude on me for posting this, fuck off. I'm SO tired of this and I haven't the energy. Come back when you grow up and I'm not in danger of being homeless.

/rant.

And on the heels of a good day, J and V came in to tell us they're selling their house and moving in here. So we have to find a new place to live.


Dammit.

Hubby and I went to see the Star Trek movie today. My take on it can best be summed up with my conversation with my sister, and no worries, there aren't any spoilers to alert:

I says: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Skid says: Is that a good Ahh or bad Ahh? I can't tell from out here. 8D

I says: Um......

....

Wow.

Yeah, so.... um...

Yeah?

Skid says: It's worth seeing?

I says: Yes it is

I says: I'm still working on the... ya know.... part of it....

Skid says: Boy that's a glowing recomendation. :P

I says: Hey! is hard to wrap your brain around... since I didn't expect it

I says: And the.... with the... or the.... and ESPECIALLY...

On the other hand, though.... but they.... and... AND!!...

Skid says: Were the actors believable?

I says: Um... except the... well... and HIS accent was perFECT!...

We talk about the car. It's in the previews, so...

Skid says: Although that doesn't give me another reason to hate Kirk. 8D

I says: Yeah, and THAT!... Ok, yes but for not him, HIM!

I says: Ehnnn!!!!! *flappyflappy hands with much whinging*

So... I has a car. Honda Civic with over 100,000 miles on it, tax and tags and everything, 4100$. It's a four door (boo!) manual (yay!) with a LOT of oomph. He apparently likes to go 60-65 mph and without warning. Plus, as an interesting perk, they give free inspection at their shop, which is in Harleysville. Yay! :D

So... no more PissPot, and Margherite is officially, officially dead. Now I just have to see if I can save any of the stickers, check the CD player and say bye. :(

http://www.popeater.com/movies/article/dom-deluise-dies/464322?icid=main|htmlws-main|dl1|link3|http%3A%2F%2Fwww.popeater.com%2Fmovies%2Farticle%2Fdom-deluise-dies%2F464322


Man, that sucks diseased moose wang!