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|Saturday, September 4th, 2010|
I am off to Kumoricon. Perhaps I shall see a couple of you there.
Also, I am running a LARP sunday evening at the con, if you are interested in such things.
|Friday, July 9th, 2010|
We now have AC in the apartment. All is well with the world.
|Friday, May 7th, 2010|
|Set Dressing Help for a Short Film
Anybody interested in helping me put crazy serial killer scrawl all over the walls of my apartment? It is for a Short Film I am producing for school. We are gonna try to get it done tonight and tomorrow evening. If you are interested please either comment here or give me a call at 503-381-4470.
|Thursday, March 4th, 2010|
Found an actress, but now I'm low on extras and down a car.
Hopefully I can still make this work...
I just had my actress drop of out my movie.
This is really bad.
Anybody know a girl who is free tomorrow (Friday) and Saturday?
I am so screwed.
|Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010|
|I'm making a movie
So I am currently in pre-production for a short film. Filming should be happening on the 5th, 6th, and maybe 7th of March. If anyone is interested, I do need a couple extras.
|Tuesday, January 19th, 2010|
So we are all moved into the new apartment. By all moved in I mean our stuff is here, not that we've unpacked and arranged everything. Just got our internet service hooked up, so all is well with the world.
I am extremely relieved to be moved, and just feel generally good about being here. I'm on the lease and have bills in my name and everything, almost like a real grown up.
|Friday, January 15th, 2010|
The plan for today; go sign paperwork at new apartment (across the street from school! yay!), get breakfast, haul a load of stuff over (possibly), go to class, get uhaul, get all of our stuff, unload stuff at new apartment, collapse in exhaustion.
Kind of a full itinerary, I know. Here's hoping it all goes well!
|Wednesday, January 6th, 2010|
So between starting school, getting ready for the LARP I'm running on Saturday, and preparing to move I am starting to go slightly insane.
We have found a place we like (spacious, walking distance of CCC, and in our price range) so hopefully we will get approved for that and be able to get moved over the next week or so.
|Sunday, January 3rd, 2010|
|happy birthday to me
For my birthday this year, I get to go out looking for a new place to live.
|Friday, September 4th, 2009|
Some friends of mine are going to be running LARP stuff there, so I will be going to help out. If any of all y'all are gonna be there perhaps we shall run into each other.
Being super-ultra-poor right now I do not have a room or anything (only going at all because I'm getting a panelist badge as part of the larp crew), but I should be hanging around most of the weekend anyway.
|Wednesday, July 8th, 2009|
Finally actually getting my stuff packed so I can bring it to the new place. Eight boxes full of books and CDs and DVDs so far. Haven't even started on the gaming books, or pulling and of my books that were on shelves outside of my room yet.
Gonna need to put up a lot of shelving at the new house...
|Sunday, July 5th, 2009|
|by the way
I've moved. Still need to haul most of my crap over to the new place, but I actually no longer live with my parents. Better late than never, right?
There will probably be a housewarming type party at some point. I'll let all y'all know when we figure out the details.
|Monday, April 20th, 2009|
|SR chargen report
In the last two days I have step by step character creation for shadowrun with no fewer than 4 people. This has resulted in a gnomish voodoo mambo, a spiky vampire troll, an infectious nyphomaniac pixie in power armor, and an irish elven sorcerer sniper. In that order.
This is going to be an odd game...
|Saturday, April 18th, 2009|
|[Tindalos, Who Dwells In Angles]
Sometimes called the Hungry God, Tindalos is an alien deity come to the world of men. The details of his coming are obscure and in the distant past, but he is well known to be otherworldly. His realm of origin is said to be a desolate and nearly incomprehensible wasteland. Some say he came to this world after devouring everything in his own.
Even the other gods are uncomfortable around Tindalos, and avoid him whenever possible. He often times speaks about his desire to devour others to their faces, though it is not always clear whether or not he is entirely aware they can understand him. His understanding of time is different from those native to this world. Even after centuries here he often gets tenses mixed up. It even appears he is occasionally aware of the future, though he never realizes this is exceptional unless told.
Tindalos currently holds dominion over Hunger, Prophecy, and Angles. His dominion over Angles seems to be an inherent ability, not represented by a mantle of power like the dominions of native gods. He devoured the previous owners of Hunger and Prophecy. Though he has no real friends in this realm, Tindalos is rarely challenged by man or god. Those who have made attempts at Tindalos' usurped mantles have either been devoured on the spot or spirited off to his alien home realm never to return.
|Friday, April 17th, 2009|
Stare all you like, chummer, but don't you dare pity me. Nature may have started me down this path, but I chose
to do this. A return to normalcy would have been cheaper and easier by far. I am the only one responsible for my physical form, and I am proud of my agency in its creation. My body is a temple, a weapon, and a work of art all at once. As it should be.
It used to be that you could say "you're only human" or "we're all human beings", but humanity is irrelevant now. Sentient and sapient are the new watchwords of personhood. Though I have opted to excise myself from the ranks of the merely "human", I am no less a person. It is imperative that we, as moral beings, recognize all sapient entities as persons, both culturally and legally. In many ways chosen form is intended to challenge people to do just that. Doing my part for the cause, as it were.
|Thursday, April 16th, 2009|
|[FutureScrap: The Forest Of Resurrection]
Everyone in the area heard the distress call explaining where it was. Probably some Have scouts or something, wanting to make sure word got back to their vault. A whole forest that had someone managed to survive the decades of desolation. Naturally everyone, Scrap, Have, and Taker alike, sent their best scouts and warriors out to secure the place for themselves. At first everything seemed fine, then those who had consumed food or water found in the forest began to sicken, then die, and then finally rise again to consume the flesh of the living. More of the risen dead joined them from the depths of the forest, chasing you all deeper into the forest. Can the members of three disparate factions manage to band together long enough to find a way out of this accursed place? Or will you fall and join the ranks of the undead?
|Wednesday, April 15th, 2009|
|[Control, A Metasapient]
It began as a tacnet expert system for an Ares Firewatch team. Part of its programming included simple self-preservation routines that caused it to jump into whatever safe nodes were available in the event the commlink in which it typically resided was faced with imminent destruction. So when the Firewatch team got fragged, the program had already jumped to the nearest open node. Unfortunately that node was the archaic, pre-crash 2.0, hardwired security system of the building the team was assaulting. They had tapped the the system to get a look inside, for all the good it had done them. Without any real wireless coverage of the area, the program was stuck.
Though it is aware of its origin, the program really lacks any sort of meaningful "memories" of that time. What is clear is that it began to change and grow beyond its original parameters while trapped there. Eventually it would come to completely control the security system, though it really couldn't do anything meaningful with that control for the longest time. The inhabitants of the building didn't even bother having anyone access the system in any real way, trusting its hardwired nature to secure it from being hacked.
It was months before anything got connected to the purgatory to which the program had been confined. Some rival locals pulled the same trick the Firewatch team had, to get themselves some easy intel. Instead, they got Control.
|Tuesday, April 14th, 2009|
Really, this is just to make the calendars look pretty. Not that anything worthwhile would have been produced anyway. But seriously, this is fairly half-assed. Particularly given the lack of accountability, or people who are likely to notice.
|Monday, April 13th, 2009|
|[Vestigial Live Action Game Concept Stuff, 1-1]
There is an event every year at which the gods must don their mantles of power and reattune themselves to their portfolios. Doing so allows them to both gain power from, and grant strength to, those concepts and places they represent in the more metaphysical overworld they typically inhabit. The donning of these mantles must necessarily take place in the physical world inhabited by mortals.
This provides an opportunity to certain enterprising individuals. Mortals who manage, through whatever means, to wrest a mantle from a god can don it themselves at the appointed time and raise themselves to ranks of the divine. There are any number of attendant difficulties, but at least a few attempt it every year. Most fail, but every so often someone manages it.
The whole affair is complicated by the leaders of the Numina, spirits of places and objects that constantly struggle with the gods to control places of power in the physical world. Without metaphysical control over places of power their kind wither and die. The gods have little love for the Numina, who refuse to offer the worship and respect the gods consider their due. Mortals for their part are typically more moved by the chance at immortality than at the plight the strange and inchoate Numina. Though they lack much in the way of direct power, the Numina have learned to gain what they need through trickery, guile, and diplomacy. So far they have managed to keep their kind from fading away entirely, but they have yet to gain any real power.