The Twelve Men by GK Chesterton.
Well, Real Time is awesome. Now that I have computer speakers again I am slowly catching up on listening to everything that I missed after Spunky chewed up the wires to my last set of speakers. Sometime soon I'll go listen to Scream of the Shalka which buzz has said is much better. So of course, I wanted it to be the last one I watched in order to not be let down by the others. If they've managed to top Real Time, then I'm already impressed!
So, I've been busy and not posting. What do you want to know? I'm almost done with the weblog backlogs for February, I hope to polish February off before June. I've officially quit reading some of the message boards I was on because I've been bored with them for some time, yet for some reason I've been posting tons on PFF. Maybe its because Star Wars will always be my biggest fan obsession, and these are the people physically closest to me that share that passion.
Ten days ago I met Trav's live-in significant other, Jen. She was the one he moved to Indiana for, and now a few years later she's returned the favour. She seemed like a nice, intelligent, and mostly good person. The fact that they're living together again and been serious about each other for so long leads to me believe that they'll be together for a long time, but I don't know to what extent/if marriage and/or children have been discussed. Monte stuck his foot into his mouth yet again, making for an interesting first impression. 
That was the day we moved Jackson's huge gaming table from his house to Trav's. That thing was obviously built in the house and is my the previous owner had left it behind. It was the main reason Jackson had wanted the house, and so the group used our strength and wisdom to find a way to get it out of there. However, it is so huge and heavy that it took all the teamwork skills we've learned from gaming together to get that thing moved. That was an all-nighter for sure.
The following day was Steve's FR campaign. We discovered that the king had always known what was coming, because the curse was placed on his life when the key was originally put away. His will stipulated that his mentor, Felicia, would be regent until his son was of age. It also stipulated that he was not to be returned to the land of the living by any means. So, as a group we all felt somewhat guilty for playing a part in the slaying of the king despite the fact that he had commanded our initial ignorance. Seran came back, and became the secretary for the new regent (big surprise), while we were tasked with assisting Ruben with his task of taking the key into Myth Drannor. We recruited an elven druid and a human ranger, both of Mielikki, and set off for adventure. (These were of course Kitty and Rusty's fourth level characters.)
We joined a caravan on its way to Shadowdale, ran into the townguards who were "fishing", only this time they were "archery hunting deer." Riiiight. I love their cover stories which lure the Zhent agents into a false sense of security. They warned us of a pack of road taxation agents (aka bandits) which might be ahead, but we never did run into them. Once in Shadowdale we parted ways with the caravan and headed off into Cormanthor.
The day after that, my mother came up to visit. We watched Doctor Who - The Sun Makers. An excellent Who episodes, from the terribly low budget and jarringly out-of-date sets and costuming, to the great scripting and acting. And jelly babies, lots and lots of jelly babies. Mmmmm....
After that we went to mass, wher Father Milt gave another of his great homilies. That was also when I found out that my lector schedule was wrong (or more accurately, recently revised without an E-mail warning). Apparently, this year the change from five post meridian to six post meridian mass start time will begin with Memorial Day weekend, instead of the weekend after as originally scheduled. That's something that luckily they reinforced last night, as I've been fearful that I might forget and show up too early next week. I guess that's an unfounded fear though if I've been worrying about it during the whole intervening week.
Monday, Bill treated me to Troy before taking me to the Local Convention Program Team Meeting. Just Mike, Larry, and I were there so Mike suggested that if Kitty isn't ready to run the meeting next month that we just do it on CompuServ chat. Unfortunately, I found out this week that my uncle from NY will be in town for Father's Day and leaving right after that, so we're supposed to have a big family get together that evening. I already had to ditch April's meeting because of work, so I hope they don't think I'm flaking or something. However, who knows when the next opportunity to see my uncle will be. I wont be going to his son's wedding this summer due to finances, so it could be several years again.
Wednesday I went to Wayne's place to see the series finale of Angel. He last had me come over for episode 100 in which Cordellia returned. Those are the only two episodes I've seen all the way through, though I have kept up with the story from everyone. The fact of the matter is that most of the genre shows are on before I get home from work, or are midway, and I quit taping them because I never got around to watching the tapes. In fact, I just realised that I missed watching SG-1 last night. I'm just not used to thinking of my television.
Friday I ditched the group in order to attend the St Paul's Annual Appreciation dinner. Because of work I missed out on the cocktails hour, but the three course lemon chicken dinner and the dance were excellent. The cocktails and dinner were catered by Sharko's, so you know how excellent it all was. Unfortunately, I couldn't stay up too later due to my early work day on Saturdays. I always appreciate the fact that our parish shows their apprecitation in this way, and especially loved the fact that this year I could actually go. I hate it when it completely interferes with my work schedule.
Saturday I made a Dwarven Shinto Priest Physical Adept for Rusty's new Shadowrun campaign. He says it was inspired by Van Helsing, so this should prove to be interesting.
Sunday was the parish picnic after mass. Memorial Day is traditionally the start of our summer season for the parish. The Sunday evening mass starts an hour later, the parish office hours shift an hour earlier, and most of the social groups of the parish close down. That's because the season residents of Moon Valley have returned to their cooler climate located summer homes and students are our of school, so parish attendance drops considerably.
Today, Steve stopped by and we went to Long John Silver's before seeing Shrek II. It was fun, as we haven't done lunch and a movie since Jackson died.
Anyway, it's late and I should go to bed. Night!
"The complication of our modern world proves the truth of the creed more than any of the plain problems of the ages of faith." -G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
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