Shadowlight's Lighthouse

Ran a game at the local Starbucks temple (two players couldn't make it, of a possible maximum of four. The other three of us were merely late. Much conversation, but it was informative. (Note to self: stop ordering the Green Tea Chai Latte. It's foamy and green, which is fabulous, but it tastes like grass and for Starbucks prices, you deserve better.)
we got a late start, so I scrubbed the plan for an M&M game based on an old Gurps Supers module, and instead, I ran a Toon game about an outbreak of teenage zombies* (mostly surfers, but caused by zombie cheerleaders infected by the 'diet pills' they got from a CIA operative in a trenchcoat in an alley in the seedy part of town. The PCs were scientists. They solved the problem by using a mind-enhancing ray to change the mindless zombies into highly intellectual zombies. *cameos by Bill & Ted, Jay & Silent Bob, the teen supervillains from the Gurps module, and the zombie cheerleaders for the 'Bulldogs' (here, archrivals of the 'Black&White Cats' team) who appeared at least twice in RC's B-Movie games. ) Kid (19 year old?) walked up to us to ask if we were playing D&D. He wanted players for his D&D 4 game. Hard to find other gamers when you're that age. Maybe I should've handed him a character and some dice, told him to sit down and play. Maybe. We did give him plenty of free advice, though.

I forgot to mention that Friend Computer is no longer controlling my work schedules. This means I've been back to Tuesdays and Fridays for my days off for several months now.

However, *this* week I'm working Sat-Sun-Mon-Tues so I can get Weds-Thurs-Fri off to visit friends. (I might try seeing a bit of my family while I'm traveling, but we'll see if that works.)

A friend of mine was explaining to me, a few days ago, her need for me to run a game, but just when the lightbulb was starting to flicker on above my head signifying a glimmer of comprehension of what her situation was...the IM service dropped her and she didn't return. I can't remember what email address is her primary nowadays. (I've got to fix this, somehow.)

In the last week or two, my email service has eaten two important letters people assert that they sent, and let one spam letter through. Bad ISP! bad! no banner click-throughs!

I took, again, too f-- long to send a letter to the amazing Miss N... and she hasn't written back. five days or so, maybe more... faith...must have faith (I'm such an idiot.)....faith! have faith! (I've blown this somehow.) that's what you thought a month ago. Faith!!

(She's wonderful, you know. Miss N. I asked her about talking on the phone. Maybe I shouldn't have. My voice isn't a selling point. I don't know what she looks like and I'm not going to ask until I have to...I don't want her to think I'm shallow. I'm guessing that, like every American female over 90 pounds, she's insecure about her weight. I have no evidence of this whatsoever, but it wouldn't be surprising. Anyway, constantly changing my mental image of her is supposed to keep me from getting ahead of myself and forgetting how tentative this whole thing really still is. That's my plan, anyway. Her smile always looks the same in every mental image...her eyes are always the same...I've never done this successfully. Failing abysmally at it over and over has hopefully given some useful experience.)

Roommate S has suggested I practice walking differently so I'll make less noise on the floor that might agitate our emotionally-unstable (IMHO) downstairs neighbor. This neighbor hasn't yelled gibberish at me or called me a "retard" in at least a week, so I suppose this is an improvement.

I saw "Superman Returns". I thought the part with the--oh, you haven't seen it yet? Nevermind, I won't spoil it. However, allow me to point out as important that "Superman Returns" is meant to pick up continuity after "Superman II", ignoring Supermans III and IV completely. [Thus says "Entertainment Weekly".] It doesn't matter in order to watch/enjoy the movie, it's barely even implied within the movie, but it puts certain things in perspective in a way I personally find important, being who and what I am.

Roommate S says my priorities are out of whack: watching movies, checking email...what about sleep? Panda, when was the last time you got two full nights of sleep in a row?

Summertime...and the living ain't easy. I want fresh air, but it keeps raining. I want ice cream. daily. I want to see my friends. all of them. I want to know when game descriptions are due. (Does anyone know??) I want to get everything done, and that just ain't gonna happen. (I owe three people emails from two months ago... *sigh*)

be well, my dear ones.