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nottheterritory. I’m not terribly certain as to where, exactly, I’d want to go, but an experiencing a general outward urge.
Unfortunately, in all likelihood I’m not going on anything like a road trip until Midwest Furfest, which is in late November. I’ll be definitely ready for something by then, and I find October and November to be prime road trip season, for me.
For some reason, I also have a hankering to play 2nd edition AD&D. Or 1st, even. Or possibly MERP. I partly blame this combination of impulses on the latest edition of Knights of the Dinner Table which features some of the characters going on a road trip in a VW Type 2 microbus. I also wonder if the recent relative coolness and rainy weather has triggered my “fall mood.” I usually start feeling a weird need for driving long distances and playing crunchy RPGs when the leaves start to change colour.
Simultaneously, I’m also feeling unusually content with life and my place in it. Last night, after supper, I was sitting at the dining room table reading, whilevelvetpage worked on a craft, and the girls played in the backroom. The dining/living room is a complete mess – cluttered with books and crafts and games and newspapers – but I realized that this was precisely the sort of space I dreamed of having when I grew up. A comfortable, cluttered, friendly space.
All that’s missing is a shady garden and relatively easy access to a treed lot…and, like, a hot tub and some kind of enclosed gazebo for epic RPG sessions. But the essential friendly clutter is there! I just wish I could pass around the contentment.
I was also reflecting that my adult life, to date, seems to have been marked by a gradual process of letting go of guilt and worry about things, which, curiously, has lead me to be rather more conscious of who I am and what I do. Free from the constant friction between the inner and outer ideals, I can focus on the material harm and benefit of my actions.
I am describing this poorly, perhaps.
Finally,velvetpage posted an entry about Unitarianism today. People were wondering what I thought about religion, and our recent public departure from the Salvation Army. So, I choose to quote from Murderers and Other Friends, an autobiography of John Mortimer – a passage I read just this morning:
“As soon as we get on to the motorway she invites me to play Twenty Questions, and she says, ‘It’s animal.’ ‘Can you eat it?’ ‘No.’ ‘Has it got four legs?’ ‘No.’ I ask many questions to all of which she answers, ‘No.’ We play many games but I never win. Then I discover the secret of her success. She isn’t thinking of anything at all. I am expending great ingenuity asking questions to which there is absolutely no answer.”
This is my general attitude to organized religion of any kind these days. I’ve solidly drifted over to a sort of naturalistic pantheism, with aspirations to voluntary simplicity.
nottheterritory. I’m not terribly certain as to where, exactly, I’d want to go, but an experiencing a general outward urge. Unfortunately, in all likelihood I’m not going on anything like a road trip until Midwest Furfest, which is in late November. I’ll be definitely ready for something by then, and I find October and November to be prime road trip season, for me.
For some reason, I also have a hankering to play 2nd edition AD&D. Or 1st, even. Or possibly MERP. I partly blame this combination of impulses on the latest edition of Knights of the Dinner Table which features some of the characters going on a road trip in a VW Type 2 microbus. I also wonder if the recent relative coolness and rainy weather has triggered my “fall mood.” I usually start feeling a weird need for driving long distances and playing crunchy RPGs when the leaves start to change colour.
Simultaneously, I’m also feeling unusually content with life and my place in it. Last night, after supper, I was sitting at the dining room table reading, while
velvetpage worked on a craft, and the girls played in the backroom. The dining/living room is a complete mess – cluttered with books and crafts and games and newspapers – but I realized that this was precisely the sort of space I dreamed of having when I grew up. A comfortable, cluttered, friendly space. All that’s missing is a shady garden and relatively easy access to a treed lot…and, like, a hot tub and some kind of enclosed gazebo for epic RPG sessions. But the essential friendly clutter is there! I just wish I could pass around the contentment.
I was also reflecting that my adult life, to date, seems to have been marked by a gradual process of letting go of guilt and worry about things, which, curiously, has lead me to be rather more conscious of who I am and what I do. Free from the constant friction between the inner and outer ideals, I can focus on the material harm and benefit of my actions.
I am describing this poorly, perhaps.
Finally,
velvetpage posted an entry about Unitarianism today. People were wondering what I thought about religion, and our recent public departure from the Salvation Army. So, I choose to quote from Murderers and Other Friends, an autobiography of John Mortimer – a passage I read just this morning: “As soon as we get on to the motorway she invites me to play Twenty Questions, and she says, ‘It’s animal.’ ‘Can you eat it?’ ‘No.’ ‘Has it got four legs?’ ‘No.’ I ask many questions to all of which she answers, ‘No.’ We play many games but I never win. Then I discover the secret of her success. She isn’t thinking of anything at all. I am expending great ingenuity asking questions to which there is absolutely no answer.”
This is my general attitude to organized religion of any kind these days. I’ve solidly drifted over to a sort of naturalistic pantheism, with aspirations to voluntary simplicity.
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Date: 2008-07-31 11:35 pm (UTC)There's one D&D group that plays there regularly, but one of the people in that group is one of my former superiors from my last job.
Mostly though I'm scared of the place. I never really got to know the guy who runs it, but I sorta know him, so I don't know how to act. Plus he looks really stern and he's getting older. He's been running that shop since I was a little kid.
They do comics, fantasy novels, anime, those expensive action figures you're not supposed to take out of the box, collectable card games, tabletop war games, and PnP RPGs. I used to play Warhammer 40K but mostly that was at the other comic shop before it closed down.
When I was going to college, I often hung out in the comic shop while waiting for the bus in the winter time, 'cause they have a nice cat and it was warm. But I felt bad for not buying anything, and now I'm too ashamed and intimidated to go in there.
Undrentide. It's a weird name for a floating island city. XD
I have NWN2 as well but I've never finished it. It's not nearly as good as NWN1 was. The only improvements are graphical, most everything else is a step back. ^.^;;
They improved the interface a lot with patches over the first year, then released an expansion. I hear the expansion is really good, but that makes sense since the expansions for NWN1 were both at least twice as good as the original campaign.
Lately I've been thinking about buying the extended modules for NWN1, since I can afford them. But I want to finish the console RPG I'm playing first, Persona 3 FES, and the other game I got recently, Xenosaga 2.