Tuesday 25 March 2003

• Well, the Saint Paul's Cafe was good, as always.  The program has raised enough money for the parish that it bought a new outdoor grill.  We got to try its first fruits, the barbecued chicken.  I'm sure it will be a hit with the other parish organizations, too. 

  
  

  Monday was another all day rain, and so of course I had to go to north Tempe for the ConProgramTeam meeting at Rosita's Mexican Food (on the northeast corner of Hardy and University).  Lee Whiteside showed up to give the team and I some idea of what he (as CopperCon XXIII Chair) had set up for CuCon23 already.  He also offered some program suggestions to fit with the epic high fantasy theme of the convention.  Lea Farr agreed to help me with At-Con stuff in exchange for helping her with At-Con for LepreCon XXIX.  It seems an equitable trade.

  
  

  Wednesday I met Wayne at Fudrucker's as he wanted a chance to show off his new ability to record digitally from his analog television so that he can watch Digimon episodes on his PDA.  He demonstrated it by showing me a Pokemon Ruby commercial.  We both had Ostrich burgers, which were fab as always.

  
  

  Thursday I went to Bill's last minute party at Angie's House.  I wasn't that interested in going, but Damien offered to give me a ride.  So the excuses that it was too far and that I had to work the next day were no longer there to stop me.  I had a good time, but was glad that I was only there for so long.  Bill, Aaron, and Frank's eyes were all glassy after they were hiding in Angie's bathroom for some time.  I sure don't want to be associated as being a person who goes to those kinds of parties.  I never really appreciated them in high school, and getting any older certainly hasn't helped.  James was a cool guy who was my teammate in foosball versus Dai and Sam.  Angie seemed like a nice woman as well.  She hugged me goodbye, which is something I don't expect from friends, much less strangers.  So I'm just going to assume it was the alcohol. 

  
  

  Meen (I'm not sure how she spells it, I guess I should have asked) was a very intriguing woman.  She is Angie's roommate and I gathered Meen is rather accident prone even when not drunk.  She had this total joy about her (which could have been the alcohol, I'm not certain) which was simply facinating.  Sam and I were teaching her how to play hackey sack in her living room, and she took to it quite well for an intoxicated beginner. 

  
  

  Friday was Jackson's campaign again.  We returned to the cavern where we fought the undead beholder and evil silver dragon, only to find that most of the dwarves there were already dead.  We then split up to explore, and Squigbarm found himself buried under tons of rubble.  As he turned a corner he saw two inhumanly beautiful humans (more succubbi assumably) who pointed their index fingers to the ceiling above him and said something.  Luckily, the others heard his screams of pain (he couldn't make the DC25 concentration checks to heal himself will Concentration +11, nor is he strong enough to unbury himself with Strength 8) and rescued him.  Meanwhile Ethan found a dunegon map to the next level and Lori's Hinn Harper Scout found a parchment describing She of the Seven Skulls, some necromancer who is sometimes allied with Thay.  Zed stumbled upon an undead creature drawing large concentrations of energy from the Negative Energy Plane, which the two clerics easily destroyed with the combined power of their faith.  This led to an arguement both in-character and out between Zed and Syrus and Monte and Tom.  That killed the rest of the night until Skred and Squig decided to investigate the next dungeon level through the whirlpool.  Yet another cliffhanger ending.  Because three of the players will be moving into their new house next Friday, neither Tom nor Jackson's campaign will be run.  Tom will run his in two weeks.  So Steve might run his next Friday, or we might just have another Shadowfist night.  I'll know by Thursday night.

  
  

  Saturday we started the next leg of Trav's Earthdawn Campaign.  This is the one with Kitty's Troll Skyraider, Mothra, and Jackson's Troll Skyraider, Happy, as mission leaders.  The rest of us made new characters.  Rusty is playing a T'skrang Archer, T'Arraget.  Monte is playing a Windling Windrider, Needle.  Lori is playing an Orc Calvieryman, Stubby Nubbinovitch.  Tom is playing a Troll Swordsmaster, Roarke (sp?).  Meanwhile, I am playing the Obsidiman Purifer Tsohcol.  We were charged with a mission to take supplies to some former slave rebels and assist them in freeing an enslaved village.  Most of the night was spent buying the supplies we thought we would need to get their supplies to them.  We did start tromping through the Servos jungle and get some good, old fashioned role playing in, but nothing really noteworthy--just fun. 

  
  

  Sunday we started the parish mission.  Awesome!  I'm so glad they started doing this a few years ago.  Sometimes we need a kick in the pants like that to get us rolling.  The priest (whose name I forget at this momment.  I am up too late trying to finish this) was able to say every part of the mass as if he was excited about it.  That's not something I've heard in a very long time.  He reminded me very much of a motivational speaker.  His homily, about the Living Water of Jesus Christ, was spellbounding.  I remember him doing the parish mission a couple of years ago, and he was just as excited about God then as he is now.  Praise the Lord for bringing him into our parish once again.

  
  

  Sunday night we had another Harry Potter Live Action Meeting in TFLAS.  It was mostly Wayne, Matt, and I, but Jess and Lori both stopped in for a bit.  We ended up doing Wayne's homework for him:  creating NPC motivations.  We completed the Slytherin Prefect's motivations in the first ninety minutes, then completed the DADA teacher's, Dumbledore's, and Hagrid's motivations in the next sixty.  Funny how Lori was only there for those final sixty.  Even more ironic was that Wayne had good grammar for the most part, despite the fact that he was working off of less than four hours sleep the previous night.  I wonder if Wayne's an escapee from You Can't Do That on Television.  They used to have a portion of the program where everything was opposite of how it should work.  Sometimes he reminds me of that part of that show.

  
  

  Monday I paid my Cox bill at Lori's location rather than the one near me, as I was headed to AZ Mills Mall.  We waved to each other, as her location keeps the drop off box inside.  It was crowded like the location near me, but it's a much smaller and older building.  After that I met Jess at the Mills where we had food from the food court prior to seeing Willard.  It's been a long time since a movie moved me so, so expect a review coming soon.  I highly recommend it if you haven't seen it already. 

  
  

  On the way home I picked up some grocieries.  Once I was home I found out that one of Lori's old LARP friends had open heart surgery and is in dire need of A+ blood.  My prayers are with him.  He was diagnosed with heart cancer at age twelve, and twenty years later his cure has come back to haunt him. 

  
  

  Well, its time for me to say goodbye to all our community.  X, A, N--anytime will do--G, A, Dot--dot forget to post--C, O, M, M, Unity.....

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