According to an old theory, three categories of role-players can be named. First, there are gamists, to whom excitement lies in strategy and winning. Simulationists are most concerned with the exact duplication of reality - Rolemaster and Harn are good examples of simulationalistically oriented games - while to narrativists, it's the story that ( Read more... )

I need to get something done, and since it's only about half an hour before our Mage group (minus Pekka who is feeling ill and, by the way, I really need to concentrate my plot more to his character's needs because otherwise he might soon starts feeling quite left out) begins to gather here, updating journal will count as 'something'. I'm not ( Read more... )

I've been out counting cars - classifying them according to whether or not they have an EU license plate - the last hour. After six hundred-car samples it seems safe to assume some 50 percentage of them has been bought after year 2000, when said plates became mandatory. Dearest readers, I presume you already have a fairly good idea of why your most ( Read more... )

A day before yesterday we got a letter informing us that in our area there will soon be conducted an inspection conserning tv-licenses (which is probably something entirely different in English, but for once, that is beside the point). Now me and J, we have an illegal television which we keep mainly because it would be (and is) nice to borrow a ( Read more... )

Until today, I have used a font named 'Hansa' in my diary, and I have been pleased with this state of affairs. Apparently, and for no obvious reason, my computer has ceased to recognize said font. This puzzles me. The new font, at least for now, is 'Dauphin', although I'm not completely satisfied: it's a bit hard to read. I know most of the people ( Read more... )

It's a rainy day ( Read more... )

I keep catching myself updating in the morning, which is, to say the least, quite an unnatural time of the day even to be awake, let alone doing something remotely productive. The nighttime thought, seemingly brilliant and often bizarre, is what I would like to record, but by the time of dawn it's often faded and grand heurecas of the midnight feel ( Read more... )

I used to think I would become a writer (a great writer). I did craft stories dozens of pages long, I had the words and I was so certain I would yet make good use of them. I was praised, even. I sent my story to a contest and won a prize. I thought I had what it takes ( Read more... )

When the sky is not black and not blue but deep dark gray, when the sun has just set and moon not yet arisen, then trees and clouds and slow, lonely humans become creatures of the twilight, soft drizzle blurs the gleaming lights of the city and the wind just slightly more chilling than yesterday takes my hair; that's when it hits, the comfortable ( Read more... )

We had a Mage session again yesterday. The game got practically nowhere, but at least I didn't feel like a complete loser: the group might actually work, we might actually have fun. Although it's still a bit awkward at times. Meilu was there watching, which didn't bother us at all (I think), so that if someone else want's to come and observe next ( Read more... )