…and then negotiate for a case of beer
The Latest Hot (Again) Meme
…from the December, 2005 issue
Quick Doc Update
Eating: Cream of Wheat
Reading: “The Lies Of Locke Lamora”
Listening To: “Aqualung” by Jethro Tull
Watching: “John Adams”
Planting: Herbs, corn, beans, watermelon
Petting: Lucy & Winker
Surfing: Old School Roleplaying Sites
Delaying: Our family trip to the coast
More stuff later.
…no, I don’t know why
Lucy Lou Update
Well, it turns out that this weekend is also when Lucy went into heat, as if the poor baby didn’t have enough stress.
She is pretty starved for love and wants to be with Grace and I constantly, but we are also leaving her and Winker alone in the house for an hour or two at a time. This will help her deal with us not being at home during the work week. Fortunately, she is not a “Go nuts and tear up the house” kind of dog when we leave.
She is still very standoffish with Winker, who really wants to play and roughhouse with her. Still, there is no open hostility, so I reckon Lucy will warm to Winker before too long…once she is sure that Winker isn’t going to hurt her.
She has a good appetite and will go for as many walks as we can take her on. Shortly, we’ll be taking both of The Girls up to a local park for a bit of the old Walk & Sniff.
More bloggage (including some dungeon delving) later.
Doc, Grace and Winker Sue Cross are happy as clams to announce the adoption today of…
Miss Lucy Louise Cross, a Basset Hound mix. Lucy is 6 years old, mostly colored black with some brown and white. She is much bigger than Miss Winker Sue Cross…taller and heavier, at around 50 pounds. She is a shy girl just yet, but seems to be warming up to our house pretty well.
A note on her name: Lucy is her name from puppyhood, but we here at Casa del Basset like to give our dogs a middle name, too. Louise was chosen in honor of our very dear friend, avylou, who this past year has proven herself to be both a great friend and a wonderful human being.
I will post pix of Lucy soon.
…that looks like a cobra
Delving In The Dungeon: Part 13 “…that’s when the shit hit the fan”
Ok…by character, this is what happens next:
Erasmus notices that not only is the tapestry done in a style that came about two full centuries after Bloody Bart died, the material making up the tapestry is…faintly moist…and has a squishy texture…and a funny, tho not unpleasant, smell. He is about to mention this to Knute when the tapestry picture changes. Now, it shows the Battle of Greenfields, which only took place 50 years ago. Stepping back to get a better look, Erasmus notices that, up near the top center of the tapestry, there are two eyes and a mouth. The eyes blink at him and then the mouth says “Hello there!” in a pleasant feminine voice.
Knute has seen something near the door. It looks as tho it could be a pressure plate, so he goes over to check it out. Hmmm, not a pressure plate, but a loose tile that has had all of the mortar chipped away from around it. Cautiously, he pries the tile up. Beneath it is a small depression in the floor and in that space is a small bottle of silvery fluid. He picks it up, then turns to tell Erasmus about it just as the tapestry mouth speaks. Knute drops the tile and stares in amazement at the tapestry.
Amalia leaves her place by the door and goes to the far side of the room, next to Periwinkle. She aims her arrow at the door. As the orcs outside force the door open (it had been partially blocked by some boxes Our Heroes had used as a barricade), she lets fly an arrow. It misses the lead orc, but hits the next one in the stomach. He lets out a high pitched squeal and doubles over. The rest of the orcs, unaware of what has happened to him, push him aside as they rush towards Amalia.
Duncan leaps forward and engages the first orc in battle. The orc is a big son of a bitch, but not as big as Duncan. Several blows are exchanged and parried before Duncan draws first blood by cutting off one of the orc’s ears.
Fergus gets in a first hit on the third orc through the door, slashing him across the chest. The orc howls in rage and manages to nick Fergus’ chin. A flurry of blows follow and finally Fergus gets lucky with a slash that nearly decapitates his foe.
Periwinkle sees that the orc shaman is beginning to chant up a spell, so she throws a dagger at him. Rather amazingly, given the distance, it hits him in the head, giving him a nasty gash to the scalp. It also stops the chant and pisses the shaman off. With a screech of rage, he points his staff at Periwinkle and lets loose a ball of blue light.
So, what does your character do now?
…for a light snack
1: On Saturday, we had a meeting with a couple who have a 6 year old female Basset Hound that they are trying to find a home for. The dog, Lucy, has spent the bulk of her life in a home with people who neglected her most of the time. She would spend hours on end locked in her crate. When I hear about people like that, I want to…well, let’s not get into that.
Anyway, the folks (who had rescued her from the neglectful assholes about 6 months ago) brought Lucy to a park so she could meet us and Winker. She was pretty shy towards Winker (who is herself a very submissive and non-threatening dog), but warmed up to Grace and even more so to me, probably because I got down on the ground to pet her and talk to her.
We agreed that we would pick Lucy up next Saturday for a weekend visit at our house. If all goes well, I expect that Lucy will just stay with us for the duration and Winker will have a new sister.
2: HEY! You Dungeon Delvers better get some comments coming my way on that entry from the 15th or else!
3: The veggie garden is growing nicely and the rest of the garden is Flower City.
4: Hey, here’s a meme I just thought up…
The Ring Tone Meme
Ok, so you’ve assigned individual ringtones to each of your friends/relatives. Who gets what and why?
My answers (if I did such a thing) would be…
My Wife: The X Files theme, cos I always say “Hey, Scully, it’s me” when I call her.
My Best Pal, avylou: The theme from The Avengers, cos she was a fan of the show and Emma Peel
My Buddy, smalley_smoot: The theme from The Man From U.N.C.L.E., a show that he is a big fan of.
My Brother, Kelly: “Working Man”, by Merle Haggard, cos he’s always working.
My Good Friends, Spike & Mary: “Incense & Peppermints” by the Strawberry Alarm Clock, cos they are about as hippie looking a couple as I know.
I could think of more, but I need to go to bed. More bloggage tomorrow.
…like in a newt’s paper
My review of “Star Trek“
Ok, first thing you need to know is that I am one of the original Star Trek fans (that is fan with a small f, you’ll note. I lack the obssessive nature to be a Fan of anything except sex). I was right there in front of our bigass black & white television the night Star Trek premiered in 1966. I was 12 years old, a sci-fi reader, a year into the chaos that is puberty, an imaginative kid (and that is putting it mildly) and a devourer of anything even remotely like a sci-fi tv show. I watched “Lost In Space” (altho it often annoyed me that they didn’t just shoot Dr. Smith), “Voyage To The Bottom Of The Sea” (even when it turned into a corny “monster of the week” fest), “Time Tunnel”, “Land Of The Giants” (all series created by Irwin Allen) and “The Outer Limits” every week, sometimes only by virtue of winning a Steel Cage Deathmatch with my sister over who got to watch what. If Doctor Who had been on American tv at that time, I’d have become an instant Whovian.
So yeah, I was there at the very start of “Star Trek” and I loved it. I couldn’t get enough of the bold captain, the grumpy doctor, the Scottish engineer, the hot black chick, the Japanese helmsman…and that totally cool guy with the pointy ears.
So, tonight, Grace and I went to see the new reboot movie that is getting good reviews from critics and geeks alike (with the ever present exception of fans who think that it took their childhood, made it wear funny clothes, suck off the neighbors pitbull and then take an ungreased fist up the ass).
AND I FUCKING LOVED IT!
The plot? It was so thin it made Kleenex look like Kevlar.
The science? Cringeworthy, but still kind of a relief from all of the later series technobabble
The characters and how they meet/interact/develop? Gold, just fucking gold! I had a big ol’ geeky grin on my face most of the time.
The actors? They nailed it, plain and simple. McCoy and Spock were spot on, Kirk was all the beef of Shatner with the ham trimmed off and I actually liked the new Uhura, Scotty, Sulu and Chekov better than the originals. Made of fuckin’ WIN, I tell ya!
The changes to Trek canon? Bold, for sure, but probably a good idea.
So I give this movie 4 thumbs up and can hardly wait for the next one. With Klingons, please.
…fear my stoat, you Froggy scalawags!
Delving In The Dungeon: Part 12 “…slowly, the door opens”
While the others watch at the door/barricade the door, Knute attempts to disbelieve the wall, assuming it to be an illusion.
No way, Jose, that wall is real. Figuring this out, Knute reaches out and pokes the wall with a finger. Instantly, he disappears from the room his fellow party members are in.
Periwinkle sees Knute vanish and almost yells “Holy Shit!”, but manages to remember that she needs to be quiet.
Amalia, peering through the tiny slit of the door, sees the opposite door slowly open up. Out of the other room step 7 Orcs. And not just any Orcs, no sir, these are Pig Faced Orcs! Larger and uglier than normal Orcs, their large tusks gleam in the dim light. Six of the seven are armed to the teeth with swords, axes and spiked clubs, but the seventh is armed only with an ornately carved staff.
Amalia whispers to her friends “Pig Faced Orcs…6 fighters, 1 shaman”
Duncan and Fergus each whisper many rude words. Periwinkle looks from the door to the enchanted wall. Decisions, decisions.
The Pig Faced Orcs chat for a minute about what to do next, then begin advancing towards the door. Amalia moves away from the door and whispers “They’re coming in here”.
Meanwhile, Knute finds himself inside a large, well lit room. It would appear to have once been some sort of meeting room, as there are many chairs set up around a large square table. A few feet away stands Erasmus, studying an old dusty tapestry.
“There ya are!”, says Knute, “Ya scared the hell outta me, disappearin’ like that!”
“Well”, Erasmus replies, “I certainly never meant to do it. You know, I think this tapestry depicts the coranation of King Bartholemew the Second, or “Bloody Bart” as he was known to his enermies. He was…hmmm, this is odd…”
Knute sighs and prepares to endure another of the wizards boring history lessons. He is just about to take a seat in one of the chairs when, near the rooms only door, he sees…
Ok…Party members in the soon to be Pig Faced Orc filled room, what do you do?
What does Knute see?
What does Erasmus notice as odd about the tapestry?
…and it is dee-lay-cious, I garontee
Jumbled Up Stuff What Fell Outta Me Head This Mornin’
1: LJ entries not as frequent as I’d like, mostly due to the May Mystery Shopping death March.
2: Worked on my garden this past weekend. Planted 4 seedlings each of Sweet Basil and Thai Basil, 7 tomato seedlings (5 varieties), 3 chile pepper seedlings (3 verieties), 4 cantaloupe seedlings (1 variety, Ambrosia, my favorite) and 2 cucumbers (1 variety). Later this week, I’ll start me corn seeds, more beans and possibly my watermelon seeds. After that comes okra, more herbs, more veggies, flowers, etc, etc, etc.
3: Had a dream last night that I was waterboarding Dick Cheney, George Bush and several right wing talk show hosts. They were screaming and crying like little girls. Unfortunately, I woke up before we brought out the cattle prods.
4: We were supposed to see Star Trek on Monday, but the above mentioned Mystery Shopping Death March left us way too tired, so we shall try for this Friday night.
5: Our search for a new sister for Winker continues. There are some sweet looking young ladies on the Golden Gate Basset Rescue website and we will be inquiring about them soon.
6: I recently read a statement that the disease formerly known as swine flu, might possibly kill 8 million people, assuming it is really as bad as we have been lead to believe, which I think is assuming alot. Anyway, 8 million dead just won’t do. We need a flu that takes out a minimum of half a billion people worldwide in the first year. Twice that number would be better, especially if the death rate drops by half in the second year. Two billion dead in say, 3-4 years would be a great weight lifted from the shoulders of our planet, the ecosystem and homo sapiens in general. Unfortunately, I don’t see us getting that lucky from a mere disease.
7: Grace and I have gotten back into playing Yohoho! Puzzle Pirates and it is still great fun, only now there are even more puzzles and other neat stuff. Yarr!
8: I’m still searching for a better job, but so far I’ve found nothing. It’s tough out there, folks.
Gotta go wash dishes now. More blog-o-rama later.
…damsel in distress
Delving In The Dungeon: Part 11 “…hey, check this out”
Before anyone can begin looting, Erasmus casts Detect Magic on the whole room. Oddly, while none of the boxes, bags or coffins seem to hold anything magical, the whole rear wall of the room seems to be infused with low level magic. He points this out to the rest of the group, then goes to examine the wall physically.
Knute, who is feeling very uneasy about those coffins (no doubt owing to several encounters with the undead during his early days as an adventurer), follows Erasmus. He has his weapon drawn and at the ready.
Amalia stands just outside the door, keeping a watchful eye on the passageway and the door where they heard the noises. Every so often, she glances in the room and gives helpful looting hints.
Duncan, Fergus and Periwinkle begin their looting activities. This is how it goes…
Duncan throws open the lid on the first coffin and finds it empty. Moving to the second coffin, he repeats the process and again finds nothing. Knute’s sigh of relief is audible even to Amalia out in the hallway.
Fergus starts opening boxes. Most of them contain old, mostly rotted clothes and blankets. A couple are empty.
Periwinkle looks through the sacks and finds that they hold rusty spoons, forks and other kitchen items. The pile of rags conceals nothing.
More than a bit disgusted with the total lack of loot so far, our Looters Three turn their attention to the wax sealed barrel. After a bit of discussion…and Erasmus’ assurance that the barrel contains nothing magical…they remove the lid.
The barrel is full of honey. Good honey, with a slight berry flavor, but just honey.
As Fergus, Duncan and Periwinkle start in to griping, two things happen.
Erasmus, muttering to himself, pokes the magical wall with his finger. He promptly disappears. Knute gives forth with a loud “What the…?”
The door to the “noisy room” starts to slowly open. Amalia quietly sounds the alarm to her friends, then steps into the room and closes the door to a mere slit, allowing her to see what comes out of the other room.
So, Brave Adventurers, what next?
…he might have been even better if the kayak had been in some water
Fantasy Gaming Stuff
The first ongoing AD&D campaign I ever ran was The Maze Of Xask, a mostly above ground dungeon that was, as the name indicates, a maze created by the wizard Xask. The backstory was that Xask, in his nearly 400 years of being a great wizard, had amassed a huge amount of loot that he stashed in several buildings (and less obvisous places) on his estate. To make it hard for thieves to get at his stuff (as if several dozen enchantments, a shitload of mundane tricks & traps and many roaming creatures weren’t enough), Xask built a great 6 sided wall around the whole place and then set about creating the eponymous maze.
Sadly, just as the great wizard was finishing things up, he was betrayed and slain by his former apprentice, Shandar Khan. With his dying breath, Xask cursed the traitor and then managed to move his own life force into the maze. Shandar Khan escaped, but the curse (that he should always be betrayed just as victory was in his grasp) followed him to the end of his days.
Xask’s life force, now linked with the maze, caused it to disappear from the material world, seemingly forever. The reality was that keeping the maze on some other plane of existence was beyond Xask’s powers. Every 20 years or so, Xask would tire and the maze would reappear someplace in the world of the living. And that’s when things get interesting.
Since he would be stuck in the world for anywhere from 3 days to 2 weeks, Xask made up a game to pass the time. He would, shortly before emerging back onto the material plane, send a telepathic message to a great many wizards and lesser magic users, telling them when and where the maze was going to appear. He would also tell them that the six gates into the maze would open only for groups of 4 people or less, and then only if they brought a magical item of some power with them. Only the first qualifying group at each gate would get in.
Once inside, each group would give up the magical item, then be allowed to explore and loot as much as they wanted…within a few simple rules.
1: You cannot leave by the same gate you entered.
2: Only one group can leave via a given gate. If three groups reach Gate 4 at the same time, first group through the gate escapes.
3: Wishes won’t work inside the maze.
4: Horses and pack animals cannot enter the maze.
5: You can take out whatever you can carry.
6: Xask will give one warning 3 hours before the maze vanishes again, then another at the 1 hour, 30 minute and 15 minute marks.
7: If you are not out of the maze when it vanishes, you are trapped for 20 years AND run a great risk of being transformed into…something else.
8: Don’t even think about flying, tunneling, teleporting, gating or otherwise leaving the maze. You walk (or run) in, you walk (or more likely, run like hell) out.
Over the past several decades, many brave adventurers have entered the maze. Only about 1 in 10 ever make it out. Those that do are usually set for life, wealthwise. Of course, some have to spend much of their wealth on curse removals or limb regrowing or memory eradication, but they often have plenty left.
In my first series, the PC’s (who had just made second level) were hired by a wizard named Ool Mandragar to enter the Maze. Ool offered to split the take 25/75 with the group, plus he’d supply them with all of the equipment they would need and a suitable magic item to offer up to the maze. They agreed and the series started up. The sessions went like this.
Session 1: Primarily spent dealing with Ool and buying some equipment.
Session 2: Checking out what other groups would be trying to get into the maze. There were only 4, since Xask only gave a 24 hour warning.
Session 3: The mad dash to the maze and a pitched battle with three dwarves who wanted to go in the same gate. The PC’s barely won.
Sessions 4-10: The first 6 days of 7 are spent looting, fighting monsters, freeing a trapped Fairy Princess, healing up (lots of healing up) and running hither & yon.
Sessions 11-12: Trying to locate a gate out, finally finding one that was “only guarded by two iron golems”, escaping and splitting the loot with Ool (who, as it turned out, mostly wanted the Fairy Princess, since she was an old flame of his).
Once I had this series under my belt, I ran a few shorter (3-4 session) series for the group before we launched into the (estimated) 180+ session League Of Wizards series.
But that is another story.
…if they see hollandaise sauce, they run
More Stuff, with sprinkles
1: Because of the aforementioned May Mystery Shop Death March and the added money it will bring in, Grace and I may just be able to pay our bills up to current, eliminating the “you’re behind on your bill by a month” phone calls. WHOOPEEE!!!!
2: We may also be adopting another dog in June. Poor Winker has been lonely and a bit clingy since Daisy died, so we are thinking a new sister will do her good. Grace is already scouting out Basset Rescues and animal shelters for likely candidates.
3: On another topic, it would seem that the good reviews for the new Star Trek film are driving some hardcore Trekkies crazy, mostly because they are determined to hate it (even tho they will all go see it and buy the Blue Ray Special Edition when it comes out). As with 99.99% of all Fannish whining, I find great amusement in their anguish.
4: HEY! All y’all who are playing characters in the Dungeon Delving thing, tell me what your character is doing! Don’t make me ask twice or I’ll send Vito and Jimmy the Goat around to pay you a visit.
5: Mothers Day is coming up this Sunday. If you’ve got a mom, tell her you love her.
More bloggage later.
…#3-#95: I’ll never really understand them
Delving In The Dungeon: Part 10 “…and then we opened the door”
After giving the quiet door a thorough checking over, Periwinkle slowly opens it while keeping the door between herself and the room.
Fergus and Duncan enter the room, weapons at the ready. They are followed by Knute and Erasmus, who also have weapons/spells ready. Amalia stays in the hallway as a lookout and Periwinkle enters the room once she knows it has no silent monsters lurking.
The room, in fact, seems to be some sort of storeroom. There are 9 small (2’x2’x2′ or smaller) boxes, 5 larger boxes (up to 4’x4’x4′), 2 very large boxes (one is 4′ wide, by 4’tall by 7′ long and the other is 5′ wide, 4′ deep and 9′ tall), a couple of rather poorly made coffins (1 closed, 1 open), 3 burlap sacks that are about half full and tied closed, a pile of old rags and clothing, a badly dented chamber pot and a large barrel that seems to be sealed tight with wax.
So, intrepid and greedy adventurers, what does your character do?
No quiz for this entry. You can tell me in a comment and be as detailed as you like. Feel free to talk it over with your character’s co-player.
…bad Doc! Bad, bad Doc!
Stuff, served hot with a nice mug of porter
1: Most of the weekends, and some weekdays, in May are already filled with mystery shopping duties (in a hope to get caught up on bills), so I will not be able to do any gaming until Sunday the 24th.
2: I made some killer pork for tacos last night. It was the major yum.
3: The Dungeon Delve will resume tonight or tomorrow morning.
4: The month of May can go ahead and warm up any day now, so I can finish planting my garden.
5: Everyone here is healthy, despite my fast fading leg infection.
Gotta go to work now. More bloggage later.
…and other stories.
Quick Update On The Last Few Days
1: We lost our internet service on Thursday morning
2: Also on Thursday I woke up to another in my series on leg infections (left leg)
3: On Saturday, we saw X Men Origins: Wolverine. I did not suck, but it wasn’t great
4: Today, the leg is much better and I shall go to work
5: DSL came back on 30 minutes ago
6: Gotta go shower
So, in summary: AT&T and NetZero both need to get better tech help and customer service…YAY for antibiotics…understanding that I’m a straight guy, I gotta say that Hugh Jackman is a fine looking man…did I mention that, as far as being helpful and not stupig go, NetZero and AT&T suck?…I have 254 emails to read/delete
More bloggage later.