Gah work stress is getting to me. I am doing some black ops project, well everyone is, and it was kind of dropped on us at a bad time. Not only do we have this work that so super secret I feel like the James-mother fucking-Bond of spreadsheets, but we also have the usual circus of closing out a year, and the sponsorship of a major event shortly ( Read more... )

With Izzy dead the time has come for me to either roll a new character, or pull one from the shelf.  I have a lot of options, and sadly my character portfolio is somewhat…inflated.  So I would like to cut that down, get it down to only a few people.

Sadly I have already rolled a Nos in New Haven, he has had one play session though and his sheet or ( Read more... )

With my upcoming exodus to the the ice planet Hoth Wisconsin. I will have a lot of travel time.  I am dead set against bringing my ball and chain laptop. I would like to keep carry on to a minimum so I am going to bring two books, Paranoia and A House of Leaves, which I still need to finish, and by finish I mean the main plot. From what I read on ( Read more... )

Lesbians are the number one marketable commodity  produced in the United States.

That is all.

Ben’s Upcoming Schedule… (some activities omitted ex. "poop" "breath" "sleep" "eat" "regicide" etc)

December 16th - L4D, hang with Ti, Portraits with Anna
December 17th- D&D at Drew’s
December 18th - House cleaning (look I am domesticated)
December 19th - ACE Sabbat Raid
December 20th - Sactown Game, Hanukkah
December 21st - Vampire the Requiem
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I just figured out how I am going to survive the flight to WI....

http://blog.wired.com/gadgets/2008/12/sick-bag-in-fli.html?cid=141577194#comment-141577194

32 days, two hours, and fifty two minutes.

Dictionary.com Word of the Day - caitiff: a cowardly and mean person

People are trying to encourage me to fall off the wagon and get into WoW again. I don't know how I feel about the prospect of this, it is.... disconcerting.

Then again a Holy spec Belf Pally wouldn't be that bad... right?

It was a typical Guiles Thanksgiving with all the trimmings. There was awkward sexual innuendos, rants about politics, and me being reminded where I get my humble personality from.

“You know if I were king the world would be perfect.” - Grandpa
“Hardly, I am the only one that could get this crap straightened out.” - Mom
“Hell Julie you would fuck ( Read more... )

I had a couple of conversations that reminded me of Yeats last night.  They were both good and bad conversations to be having.  I think what truly makes this work great is that its so applicable in both situations, that it illustrates the emotional similarities of sadness/frustration and elation/hope. The poem is below.

HAD I the heavens' ( Read more... )