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| | Well, amongst all these tantalizing Pennsic stories I also wanted to make a post concerning everything going on currently. Been a busy week.
Monday after work I returned to our Camp Hill place to finish packing and to clean. After much scrubbing I loaded up my car with my computer and work clothes and headed to mom s. It s been kinda nice being there. There s always tons of good food and April s bed is pretty comfy. I also can go to sleep with the TV on. Something I ve always been a big fan of but haven t been able to do for months since my bedroom TV was the first appliance to be sent to Philly.
For various logistical reasons, looks like I ll be sleeping at mom s but setting up my PC at grandma s. Weird I know, but trust me it s for the best and they re only a couple houses apart. So I ll be drifting back and forth between them. Plus it s not like I ll be around a whole lot. Tuesdays are Booster Draft, Thursdays are D&D, and I ll be headin home to Philly every Friday, not returning til Monday. So it shouldn t be too bad.
Tuesday I ran the Booster Draft night as usual. Numbers have dropped off a bit... only 12 there, but it s to be expected. Many of the players are college students so they re all off to school... it s not like anybody comes to Harrisburg to go to school. In any case, I got to play and won again. Maybe I really am good at Magic. Disconcerting.
Wednesday Kristyn came home for an event at Marc s to celebrate Ben s wedding. The event got canceled so Kristyn s parents ended up taking us to Red Lobster instead. Sweet. It was nice to see Kristyn midweek. The whole being apart during the week thing has gotten very old very fast.
Thursday my development team at work were treated to dinner on the company in recognition of our latest software release... Forecaster 1.0. It s an impressive peice of software. Last I heard they re selling them to gas companies for about $200k a license. Yeah. That s right. We bad.
Anyway, we gorged ourselves on Olive Garden. Tasty. Managed to insult a couple of our visiting Brit companions with some good ole American style soccer bashing. Although I seemed to gain their respect when it was revealed that I was a rugger. Afterwards I scampered off to D&D.
Sounds like no baseball strike now. Bummer. We were so close. I m certain that this strike would have been a killing blow. I don t think MLB has ever really recovered from the last one and that was what, '95? I ve become really bitter and disenfranchised with baseball in a pretty short period of time.
Of course, who really cares about baseball anyway? Football season is starting and my Steelers are looking good. I just don t see how anyone in the AFC can stop us. Although we were clearly the better team last year and look what happened... friggin special teams. I still blame that game on Troy Edwards... hopefully we ll release that bum this week. Bastard.
Well, it s about time to head down Philly. Hope everyone has a good long weekend.
-bampf | | |
OK, time for another installment of Pennsic tales. Thursday morning was damp and wet. I seperated our stuff into dry, wet and soaked piles. Unfortunately Kristyn laptop was amongst the wet pile and I was unable to power it up (luckily it recovered later seeming none the worse for wear... mentally I marked it as the first advantage I d found to choosing a Mac over a PC... resistance to the elements). My gear was soaked and I had developed a lovely raspy cough. Felt like crap. Kristyn urged me to sit out the day s battle. She almost convinced me... would make a nice opportunity to take my cameras out and do the combat photographer thing... but my unsated bloodlust and some words of wisdom from Corwin set me straight. I hurriedly donned my wet armour. One of boots and one of my sneakers wore completely waterlogged... luckily they were the opposite feet. So I grabbed the dry one of each and wore them. It looked pretty silly... however my desire for dry deet easily outweighed such aesthetic concerns.
The day s battle was the Bridge battle. Pretty similar to the Hayden s Wall battle... except there was a line of hay bales representing a river this time and bridges providing choke points. The first fight went well... we got to charge and crash through a line again, dying gloriously in the process. However, if my memory serves me correctly we were flanked and overwhelmed in the second battle. No fun. The third battle featured combat archery and seige weapons. It was awesome to see the ballistas exchange fire. It was also cool to have catapult and trebuchet boulders falling amongst us. There were tons of missile and thrown weapons soaring about. The battlefield was littered with bolts, arrows and javelins. At one point an unarmoured spectator took a ballista bolt squarely in the groin. Angus and I decided he could be the leader of our little Hit-in-dick club! Ouch.
We eventually made our way to the front lines on one of the bridges. I found myself on the extreme right edge of a bridge with undefended spearmen in front of me. I immediately attempted to rush them but found that many of the projectiles had been pushed into a pile right in front of me. Felt like I was a lumber jack in a logrolling competition. I gave up the charge, backtracked and subsequently was nailed by a spear... d'oh. Oh well. Dejectedly I left the battlefield and watched the remainder of our forces rolled up by the swarming Army of the East.
Afterwards the Atlantian army assembled and we were adressed by the King and the kingdom s head knight. During which they chose fighters who would represent the kingdom in the Allied Champions battle... a meatgrinder of a fight pitting the best fighters of the various kingdom against each other. The king requested a number of Lupers fight... seemingly he was impressed with the showing we had made on the field. I had already removed my tabard and therefore wasn t chosen amongst the group (I figured I could do the photographer thing so I didn t mind).
Later that afternoon Kristyn and I did some more shopping, taking in more of the sights and sounds of Pennsic. In the evening we donned our fancy courtly garb and joined in an escorting procession for our Baron. We didn t stick around for the actual court though and not so surreptitiously bowed out. Court is normally a dull and tedious affair. Afterwards we did some more shopping and had a fine dinner in bread bowls.
During the week, the camp had developed a fine rapport with one of the campsite bus drivers... who we affectionately nicknamed Otto (from the Simpsons). We would cheer and wave to him each time he passed the camp. Corwin declared a bus party and a bunch of drunken revelers climbed on the bus for much merriment. Unfortunately I was partaking of a Porta-john at the time and missed the not-so proverbial bus. While away the few of us that were left serenely sat around the campfire. Twas a nice relaxing scene amongst the swirling madness.
Later Evan and I sang TMBG songs and talked gaming. I knew I was amongst friends when the vast majority of camp fire discussions centered around gaming and comic books. I found an ally in Angus on my long held (and unpopular) stance that the Punisher would take out Spiderman in a straight up fight, until Angus buckled under the pressure of Evan, Krey and the other Spidey fanboys. Worry not, I still beleive in you, Frank. Sporadic rain and more rabid geekness filled the remainder of the night. At some point I was reminded of one of those vintage "it doesn t get any better than this" Old Milwaulkee comercials except in some kind of gamer heaven/comic book bizarro universe. In any case it was a transcendentally delightful Pennsic moment.
An impressive thunderstorm roared around us as we tried to sleep that night. More water seeped into the tent, however I heeded the lessons of the previous night and placed our gear (and bed) in strategic high ground areas of the tent.
Friday would be the last day of fighting. I was looking forward to it.
To be continued...
-bampf
| | | OK, I ended up revising the entry title... my table formatting really wouldn t accomodate my proposed longer title. So anyway, Wednesday was the Hayden s Wall Battle. There was a wall of hay bales that you were not allowed to cross. The wall had several breaks in it, creating huge choke points. This was a fun fun battle! It consisted of three seperate fights, the last being a resurrection battle. The first two were a little dull as we charged the middle gap, but then stopped short of engaging the enemy and waited as both sides tried to break through the flanks. Once an army busted through one side or the other, it was then easy to roll up the opposing army s flank. This is exactly what happened in the first battle. Friendly s broke through on our left and began attacking the flank of the unit opposing us. We immediately charged. Now that s the fun part! Crashing through sheilds, flailing wildly! The ultimate in adrenaline rushes! At one point Gregor and I crashed through several sheildmen. We felled the sheilds (I may have taken out one or two, I was two concerned with protecting myself from pole arms and spears to really notice). I found myself deep in the ranks of pole arms and spearmen... their reach weapons rendering them nearly defenseless once you get in at close range. I was swinging madly... smashing one in the head with a full swing then back handing another with a continuation of the same swing. It was awesome. As I continued to maul the poor welps, I took several good blows in the back. I took them as killing blows... if you strictly follow the letter of the law, they weren t legal blows (you may only throw passing blows at people crashing through lines... back shots are illegal otherwise) however they were nice solid hits and I knowingly exposed my back to enemy ranks so I was compelled to accept my death. I was content that I had done plenty of damage. As I headed to the side lines I tried to convey the events to Kristyn and the other water bearers. In my super excited state, all I got out was a mumble of incomprehensible ramblings followed by "...fucking shit up!!" It was a priceless moment that Kristyn would recant back at the camp numerous times.
The third battle was a resurrection battle, and I had a good time fighting and dying, dying and fighting for quite some time. I ened up getting my hand smashed pretty good and took a break to tend to it and ice it down. As I returned to the tent, I found Angus in quite a bit of pain... reeling from a spear shot to the dick! I felt wholly vindicated. That ll learn im. That ll learn im raht!
As the call for one last push was made, I suited back up and charged back in for a final assault making a hard push to retain a hay bale used as a victory objective on the left flank. It essentially turned into a giant rugby scrum and I was keen to lend my expertise on the topic. When the ending cannon sounded my feet were triumphantly planted right in front of the bale. Was a very satisfying finish to a great day of fighting. The end tally showed the Kingdom of the Middle (our side) had won the battle, further bolstering the sense of accomplishment.
The rest of the day was pretty lazy. Lounging around the camp, showing off bruises and such. I had a couple nasty ones from the blows taken in the back. One near my shoulder blade and another on the butt near my hip. My armour doesn t provide a whole lot of protection from the rear, save my kidneys and spine... and that was evident from the bruises.
The evening brought some nasty thunderstorms and plenty of rain. Our tent was leaking pretty good, soaking a good bit of our stuff. A nice puddle formed near my armour and another right next to our air mattress. My armour and gear was drenched come morning.
Look for the next Pennsic installment tommorrow, working title: Taking a Spear in the Dick is Nothing.
-bampf | | |
OK, I ve been promising some Pennsic stories for quite some time now... I figure I better start scribing them from my brain before my short term memory starts to fail me.
First and foremost it was really great to have Kristyn with me this war. She really enjoyed herself, so that made me happy. Yet another thing that we both love and can enjoy together... the list of which is uncannily long (is uncannily a word?)... anyway, big part of the reason she s got that rock on her left hand. It was the first time she had actually seen any SCA combat and she thought it was really cool. That s a good thing.
We arrived late due to the bachelor party (get the gory details in a previous post), rolling in Sunday night, while most arrived Friday-Saturday time frame. I felt kinda bad since we missed a lot of the set-up work, but I figure it evens out since I was the first to arrive last year (not counting the people who go down a week early) and helped everyone set-up/unload. We were set up very quickly thanks to all the helping hands. Love that Luper sense of community!
The tent we burrowed from Kristyn s parents was huge. Just massive. Drastic change-up from my one man tent last year (my feet stuck out while sleeping). So that was nice. We had two air mattresses to sleep on. One of which quickly deflated so we squeezed onto one after the first night. Luckily we re single bed sharing pros thanks to Kristyn s old dorm bed. So we were close and cuddly... no complaints from me.
There was a lot of wondering around and exploring, as Kristyn had many sights and sounds to take in. This was her first SCA event, so she was in awe for a while (rightly so... my first event had a couple hundred attendees... this one had over eleven thousand).
Later, we ventured out into the Pennsic night life scene. I wasn t too keen on the idea, being my usual anti-social self, but we felt Kristyn should get out to get a feel for the whole Pennsic experience. I was quickly bored by the parties... but again, I m biased. After a few drinks and saying high to Klugh and Enoch we headed back. I was much more content to hang out by the camp with friends... I ve enumerated on my lame-ass anti-social tendencies before so I ll not beleaguer you all further on that topic.
Monday was spent checking out the merchant area and preparing arms and armour for the week s battles. Monday was also the first prepared camp dinner... seafood night. It succeeded in setting the tone for the Argent Lupe meal plan. Twas an awesome dinner. Again, Kristyn couldn t beleive how awesome the food is. The Daphne and the cook staff work miracles with those propane burners... miracles, I say.
Tuesday was the first battle... the Woods Battle. Last year I was a madman in this battle. I resurrected like seven times... each timing rushing back into the fray alone to be quickly killed anew. I had the wrong weapon (greatsword) and made for easy spear fodder. This year was much different. Made a concerted effort to only enter combat with some Wolf buddies. Also made the more sensible armament choice of a sheild and mace (mace used to be a sword till I broke it over Angus in a fighter practice... luckily it was still long enough to be converted into a bludgeoning weapon with the assistance of Krey, the mace master). In our first foray into the battle we entered as a unit but were quickly flanked and outnumbered. As the unit got seperated I charged into a couple attackers... whacking two sods soundly in their heads before being overwelmed. This was a much more auspicious start than last year where I was struck down numerous times before registering a single kill. My glory was short lived, though. We dejectedly marched to the resurrect point and rallied the unit. Upon our return we encountered another unit with some spearmen. I m usually pretty good at deflecting spear shots... on this occasion I was adroit enough to deflect a blow aimed at my torso... deflected it right into my groin. Thankfully my cup prevented any serious damage but I was stunned by the blow and in quite a bit of pain none the less. Was one of those groin shots that make you sick to the stomach... very unpleasant. As I lurched back to the rally point everyone took great amusement when I explained my hunched stance and wincing expression- "I got speared in the dick!"
As they laughed, I cursed them for reveling in my pain. Swearing that they d get their just deserts. My words would later prove quite prophetic.
After a few long minutes of composing myself I re-entered the battle with Christian. It became quickly evident to me that my endurance had dropped considerably from the previous year. My aerobic fitness from many years of rugby (which I beleive is second only to mass genecide in most physically demanding activities) has slowly faded since I hung up my rugby boots two years ago. Something I ll have to work on. Anyway, Christian and I hung out with the Tuchux... a group of barbarian-esque not quite SCA fighters reknown for their ferocity and minimalist armour selections. That was fun, but the stifling heat and humidity convinced me to set out the last couple minutes of the battle rather than charge back in like a maniac.
Exhaustion and the heat led to much lethargy for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Tuesday night, though had been declared Mongo Gras by Corwin. So I did my best to emcee the night s fireside entertainment. Belvedere tried to foil my party though as she refused to eat the ceremonial bag of tobacco (as is custom for the opening ceremonies for any Mongo Gras). Undaunted, we pressed on. As the libations became more ubiquitous, the festivities began to ramp up. The focal point of any Mongo Gras is, of course, the displaying and judging of asses. Evan quickly and easily dispatched all comers in the Hairiest Ass Competition. Dingo balked at the decision claiming his blonde hair put him at a decided disadvantage. His whinings were quickly eschewed though and we quickly progressed to the Best Boobs competition. Another land slide victory was acheived, as Belvedere showed that size does indeed matter. The night culminated with the overall Best Ass competition. Last year I took home the gold, fending off Slave John as the only real threat to my posterior superiority. This time, however, my incumbency was seriously challenged as Christian and Kristyn displayed their wares. After much deliberation, the judges made the right decision and crowned my ass the grandest of them all. I made a couple victory laps in celebration and gave an eloquent yet humble victory speech. I even made a marked display of sportsmenship as I gave my dispatched adversaries tips on waxing and buffing to better prepare themselves for next year.
Well, enough for now. Check back tommorrow for Pennsic Installment Number 2, to be titled: Angus Gets it in the Dick, Like he so Richly Deserves after Laughing at Me. Well... it s a working title. I may refine it later.
-bampf | | |
Been an eventful couple of days. Friday evening and night was spent packing everything I owned into an easily transportable form. I tried to sort through some of my crap and throw out the un-essentials, but eventually gave up as it took way too long and I have way too much crap.
Saturday went swimmingly as far as moves go. I had plenty of help in Camp Hill(a huge thanks goes out to Kenn, Daphne, Belv, John/Bastius, and Dean) and in Philly (another huge thanks to Angus, Chad and The Bone). Kristyn, Ellen (her cousin) and Ann (cousin s friend) prepared a bountiful repast for the Philly movers... my only regret is that I had no sustenance besides Kool-Aid for the Camp Hill help. I managed to handle Larry s truck and 16 foot trailer rather deftly. And returned to Camp Hill Sunday night to load the remaining odds and ends and took em to my parents. Looks like that s where my bed will be whilst in the mid state til I can secure a Philly job. I ll occupy April s bed, since she spends most of her time at her boyfriend s. Due to space and phone line logistics though, looks like my PC will end up at Grandmas... so I ll be bouncing between the two residences. Luckily they re only three doors apart. I m anxious to get down to Philly full time, but it ll be nice to spend some time with the family... they be been largely neglected as Camp Hill, Harrisburg and Philly have been hogging my time for the last couple years.
It was nice to finally have the house more fully equipped. Entertainment systems are now set up in both the living room and master bedroom, and my couch really completed the living room experience. Kristyn and I were very pleased to have our bedroom finally decked out with an actual bed. Just having something we could actually call 'our bedroom' gave us a real warm fuzzy. Ain t we cute? Sickening, huh?
-bampf | | | OK, looks like I ll put off ribald Pennsic tales once again so that I can convey the majesty that is They Might Be Giants. The show last night at the Whitaker Center was awesome. First rate.
The opening act was an antifolk singer named Brodsky. Excellent opening act. The guy is very talented and very charismatic... tons of very witty and poignant lyrics and banter. I was impressed. He s no Mucka Furgeson (you ain t a man til you had a man) but he was very good. Signed up for his mailing list (as he lives in Philly and apparently does a lot of local shows) and bought a CD.
The Giants were great. Seats were great. I thought I had second row seats, but alas, the orchestra pit had about 4 rows of folding chairs set up for what I assume was some kind of reserved seating. We were still within 15 feet of the Johns so I m not gonna bitch. They were very upbeat and cheery the whole time. Linnel was in rare form. He was much more animated than usual. At one point Flans left the stage to ditch his guitar and there was like 15 seconds of total silence. Linnel started to say something about working out some technical difficulties when Flans pointed out that everyone was just waiting for him to start the next song. Very funny moment. The set list was very good. There were no songs from there first two albums, which was a bit upsetting but on the up side that meant no She s an Angel... which woulda sucked without Kristyn there. Marc was ushering and claimed it was by the far the most animated he had ever seen an audience for a concert there. He also mentioned the median age was about a decade younger than is normal, so I guess it was to be expected.
This was my 8th time seeing them play live, and the best part about the shows (besides maybe their sheer energy) is the little nuances and changes they incorporate. Too many bands have dull live shows... playing songs just as heard on studio recordings... its the improvisations and spontaneity that really makes a show memorable.
After the show we stuck around and talked with Brodsky... very cool guy... as well as Flans. I thanked him for coming to Harrisburg. And we lamented the dearth of venues in the mid-state... made me long for Philly.
Speaking of which, they mentioned doing a Philly show in October... count on that as show number 9 for me! I m a Giants head. What can I say?
-bampf | | 8/21/2002 8:22:40 AM Everything s Coming Up Mongo | Comments (3) |
| Despite being flung unceremoniously back into the working man s life, my spirits have remained high. Been having fun at the Guild. Work is eminently bearable. TMBG is tonight! Things are good.
I kicked off the second run of the Guild Magic Booster League on Sunday. Interest has been pretty good... not great, but pretty good and we re picking up new members every day. These things always start slow for some reason and then snowball out of control once the bandwagon gets moving. One thing I will say about the Guild patrons is that they all really want to play in games. So if they see a bunch of people playing a particular system, they ll do all they can to join in and play as well. Some of it may be the lost soul seeking acceptance thing... just as likely, though, it s the true gamers just longing to game. In any case, the league should be able to net the store some decent money during a traditionally slow time of year. I ve been playing as many games as possible to stimulate interest. I m 7-1 so far, staying in the 1 or 2 spot in the league. I think somewhere along the line I ve actually gotten kinda good at Magic. Yeah, it surprised me too. I never intended that to happen. To further booster my claim, I finally got to play in a draft last night (after about 5 weeks of having even numbers we finally had an odd turnout) and I won the draft I was in. Again, beating some pretty good veteran players. Freaky, huh?
Anyway, I m getting more and more excited for Giants tonight. Seats are awesome. The only downer (and it s a pretty big one) is that Kristyn can t make it. Talk about a kick in the groin, huh? Mr. Wanderer may take her place. He may or may not be as susceptive to a mid-concert groping as Kristyn normally would be. We shall see.
I know I keep promising to spin some Pennsic tales, and I assure you all, they re coming. Maybe later today. I m typing as fast as I can.
-b | | | OK, I ll begin my exhaustive recanting of the last week or so s activities with the big Bachelor Party bash. Not really a traditional Bachelor party... no strippers or anything, but it was to be a manly event none the less, chocked full with scantily clad women, alcohol, meat and football! I met up with Ben, Dean and others at the D&Bs at Penns Landing on Saturday afternoon. The plan was to hit the Hooters next door for food first. This plan was quickly way laid as we found the place closed down. An inquiry with the D&B doorman revealed the place was shut down for numerous health code violations. The restaurant was basically a converted house boat which had apparently sprung several leaks and was infested with bugs along with whatever other flora and fauna the Delaware River was keen to provide. Nice. Undaunted we hung out at D&Bs for a while playing games. It was cool. Dean and I played what was essentually a VR Boxing game. You had to bob and weave and throw flurries of punches with weighted boxing glove sensors things in hand. The game tracked your calories burned... it was that kind of a game. It was tiring. Reminded me of a recent Penny Arcade cartoon, where they noted that console and PC games have become so advanced that arcades need to offer the next level of interaction to maintain some appeal. Arcades need either aerobic highly interactive games or some sort of monstruous interface (full cockpits, speeder bikes, gun turrets etc) to stand out.
Anyway, after D&Bs we jaunted over to the sports complex. Tailgating in the shadow the new partly constucted Eagles stadium. Partaking of the standard tailgating traditions there was much food and drink as well as rabid insulting and harassing of anyone foolish enough to sport the colors of the visiting team. I should point out that Ben is reknown for his surliness. However we found that when plied with alcohol that surliness was exponentially increased. Scary, huh. Yeah, we thought so, too. Of course Philly fans have a reputation of being less than hospitable to their visiting guests so this only fueled Ben more. Good manly fun, eh?
After getting our fill of meat and alcohol (and of berating unsuspecting Packer fans) we made our way inside. Our seats were borderline nosebleeds. We moved down to the 300 level at halftime. Decent game. Lots of penalties and mistakes... you could tell it was preseason. Ben s drunkeness only became more apparent as the game wore on, providing a source of much amusement for the rest of us. Ben started up incoherent conversations with anyone and everyone nearby. Good stuff. Can t wait to see him at the wedding.
All in all it was a very fun time. Very manly indeed. The rest of the party stopped at the King of Prussia Hooters on the way home. I opted out, since it would have required me driving past my house 20 minutes and then backtracking afterwards. Plus Sunday s daunting 500 mile car trip loomed heavily. I chose well, as apparently they received really horrible service while there... especially bad when you consider the service is the primary reason most go to Hooters at all.
Have to wait and see what my forthcoming Bachelor Party will consist of. Probably will be a lot lamer. Less manliness, more gaming and geekness. Hey... when the shoe fits...
Anyway, next post I ll start unfolding the many tales of Pennsic... of deeds both heroic and horrific. Stay tuned!
-bampf | | | Wow. What a week it s been. Obviously I didn t get to make my last minute pre-Pennsic updates. Things got very hectic there at the end of last week. To sum up the last 9 days or so... Friday I drove from Carlisle to Philly. Saturday I hung out with Ben, Dean and company for the big Bachelor Party bash consisting of Dave & Busters, tailgating and an Eagles preseason game. After that exhausting day on Sunday I drove from Philly to Shippensburg to pick up our tent and such and then drove to Slippery Rock for Pennsic (yeah, that s about forty minutes beyond Pittsburg!). Sunday thru Saturday was Pennsic Pennsic Pennsic... war, fighting, wholesale slaughter, debauchery... the whole nine yards. Saturday I drove back to Ship and then to Philly (to be honest Kristyn drove the last leg, but I m counting it towards the frequent driver miles totals). Sunday I got up in the morning and drove back to Harrisburg to run the Magic Booster League at the Guild. As I pulled into the drive-way here in Camp Hill I had logged 510 miles in two days. More than double that since last Friday. Good God.
And this was my vacation! Yeah. Anyway. I had a fantastic time (when I wasn t driving... although with mah baby by my side even that wasn t all that bad) and hope to recant the events in detail over the next couple days. For now, I m just pooped and am gonna go relax. In the next couple updates look for many tales of valor, heroism, comraderie, and ass-baring!
-bampf | | | Too much going on in too little an amount of time. Trying to prepare for Pennsic, trying to get resumes out, trying to prepare to move out of my Camp Hill place... Arg. On top of all that, there s running Guild tournies, Ben s bachelor party (woo hoo), and much web site stuff to work on (for three different sites). There s barely enough time to cuddle with Kent... nah, who am I kidding? There s always enough time to cuddle with Kent.
Well, for all the aforementioned reasons this one is a short one. I ll try to add one or two more updates before I depart for the Middle Ages on Saturday.
And just for the record... Josh is a sick fucker. And yes, I am jealous.
On a side note... I was thinking. I give potential employers my email... bampf@bampf.com... it wouldn t take much intuition for them to visit bampf.com and read this blog... damn. No wonder I haven t gotten any job offers... time to go sulk.
-b | | | OK, so the subject is the mother of all in-jokes, but it ties in nicely with today s post.
Had another very entertaining D&D outing last night. Enjoying playing the brainless brute, Gort. It s cool that the six of us are now playing together in three different campaigns (four if you count the suspended WolfMoon campaign). Interesting to see players take on wholy different personas pending which week it is. No one has a character really even remotely similar to their character in the other game(s). True sign of a good role-players. I really really hate people who think they re good role players who know the rules inside and out but end up playing every character they ve ever had the same regardless of class, race or alignment. Seen it happen way too often. Some people just don t grasp the essense of the game. Makes ya wanna throttle em. Oh well.
Oh. Maybe you re wondering how the ninjas tie in? Actually they re sexual deviant flourescent disco ninjas... have to explain them another day. Lunch calls.
-Gort... er Kirwan...er, I mean Bampf... yeah, that s the one. | | | If ya get a chance, I highly recomend trying the new Berry Blue Pepsi. Our esteemed Mr. Dover gave me some yesterday (after realizing he hated it). The funky label design and impressive coloring was enough to win me over (I m a sucker for soda asthetics) but it s actually quite good. I thought it tasted and smelled like the blue Flav-Or Ice (or Otter Pops if you prefer) popsicle thingees... only carbonated... how can you go wrong with that?
Man, seems like the BampfBlog(tm) has really been devoted to food and drink related subjects for a solid week or so! Need to change topics. Have to think of something interesting to talk about by later today.
-bampf |
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