Well, here you go singingwolf

What RPG System am I?

The dragon’s pain was like a cruel knot in Brekke’s skull. She breathed in and out. Out and in. For F’nor, for herself, for Canth. She was conscious as never before of the simple mechanics of breathing; conscious of the muscles of her abdomen expanding and contracting around a column of air which she forced up and out, in and out.

“Brekke! Brekke!”

Hard hands pulled at her. She clutched at the wher-hide tunic beneath her.

“Brekke! He’s breathing for himself now. Brekke!”

The forced her away from him. She tried to resist but everything was a bloody blur. She staggered, her hand touching dragon hide.

Brekke. The pain-soaked tone was faint, as if from an incalculable distance, but it was Canth. Brekke?

“I am not alone!” And Brekke fainted, mind and body overtaxed by an effort which had saved two lives.

– Anne McCaffrey, Dragonquest

I would just like to state, for the record, that I can be an utter and complete clueless idiot.

White House : Uranium Claim Incorrect

I would like, if I may, to point you to a post I made in December of last year.

I warned you then to remember those words. I’m laughing now at all of you who are actually falling for the spin that the White House is putting out now. We were lied to people, and this time it wasn’t about whether or not the Prez got a hummer.

Ummm…

Just…whoa.

Link ganked from donwaughesq

Michael McGreevy is mysterious and enigmatic; deep, perceptive, powerful, passionate and terribly, terribly sexy! The sentence above must be true because Michael is a Scorpio and Scorpios as we all know are infamous for their interest in… well now, here’s a funny thing. Despite what they say, Scorpios are not actually quite as wild and wicked as they are painted. Michael has, it must be said, a very hypnotic appeal but what’s truly mesmerising about Michael is not his pout but his perspicacity. Michael has an uncanny, almost spooky to see right through you. He can make you feel naked and exposed just by casting one meaningful glance in your direction. What he is looking at though, when he peers below the surface, is not your underwear but your underlying intention! “Where are you coming from? What are you up to? Can you be trusted? Are you going to tell the truth?” These are the questions that Michael subconsciously fires out as soon as he sees you. His inner radar never fails to provide him with the right answer. He is sensitive beyond measure, and it is partly to protect his own sensitivity that he scrutinises people so thoroughly.
There is another reason why Michael McGreevy is so keen to see into your soul: he needs to know how sensitive you are. He knows from long, bitter experience that not many people can take the kind of candour that he cannot help but dispense. Michael is not a person to mince his words, hold back his opinions or shy away from taboo topics. He doesn’t want to cause offence, nor does he want to waste his time, so he picks his confidantes carefully. All of which brings us back to where we began. If you are sensitive enough to appreciate Michael’s special qualities you will consider that there is something exceptionally sexy about him and he will feel the same way about you. So perhaps Michael McGreevy is living proof that it is true what they say about Scorpios after all.

Lyric alert.

Holding On – VNV Nation.

I’ve been trying all day, on and off, to think of something to write today and it hasn’t been working out for me. This is a very odd and highly unusual occurrence. Normally I’m quite full of the kind of drivel that those of us who partake in this mass experiment called Live Journal seem to thrive on.

Today, however, my Muse seems to have left me.

Or distracted me with thoughts of shower curtains and chocolate sauce.

ANYway…

This is going to be one of those “this is what is going on in my life, and for some reason you should be interested in it even though reading this crap is about as much fun as watching paint dry” entries.

Just giving you a heads up. Because I’m all thoughtful like that.

I had what can be characterized as a truly boffo weekend. Meeting netgoth was, as she and I have both made pretty clear in recent entries, a truly wonderful experience. The drive home on Friday wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, either. I guess all the holiday travel was already done. Went to the cookout at depotmode‘s house that evening, but missed out on any of the fireworks shows. Alex, unfortunately, didn’t even get to shoot any off at my sisters house because it was still raining over there when they arrived.

Side rant about fireworks : I’ve come to the completely irrational conclusion that all people who purchased fireworks in the Tampa Bay area this year are complete and utter assholes. No, seriously. How many nights in a row does one need to shoot off fireworks? The holiday is called Independence DAY, not Independence MONTH. On top of all that, they are insisting on doing it well after the time that a lot of people who actually have to get up on weekdays have gone to bed. Way to be inconsiderate, folks! I’m also getting really tired of seeing spent fireworks shells all over the damn place. Seriously, I’m starting to understand why more and more local governments are cracking down on fireworks sales. Between the risks of someone getting hurt, the stress caused to any number of poor animals, the litter, and the loss of sleep that I’m sure a score of people have encountered, I’d say that the whole fireworks thing in general has become a bit of nuisance.

Of course, there’s always a flip side. People who do things like hold roman candles in their hand and consider that a “safe” launching pad deserve to lose limbs as a result. It’s called Natural Selection. Darwinism in full effect, boyeeeee!

Saturday was filled with a blissful amount of inactivity. I basically farted around my house all day. I did have to leave for a brief time to take some clothes over to Alex for his diabetes camp, so I went ahead and picked up a few things at the grocery store while I was out.

Welcome to the world of stupid choices that is me – I go to the grocery store with 25 dollars to spend, and one of the things I buy is a five dollar bottle of Merlot. I haven’t even opened it yet, but I’ve really gotten attached to the occasional glass of wine late at night before bed. Scientists have proven it’s good for you anyway! Yeah, anyway…So I end up spending 28 bucks.

I’m really hoping that the automated withdrawal that I have set up with my mortgage insurance company doesn’t kick in soon. I had to send them information about my new accounts, and I’m pretty sure the wouldn’t have gotten it until late last week.

Pretty sure. Whooo. Gotta love that level of confidence.

So hooray for cheap entertainment. I resist the urge to spend money I don’t have by going out with the LJ crowd to a concert in Ybor (which apparently turned out to be a good thing) and stayed home to play Everquest instead. I created a Bard on Fennin Ro named (wait for it) Critus. Heh. Yeah, ok. So my Rogue on Erollisi Marr is named Critus too. Bite me. I’ve used the same name for my online Avatar since I’ve been around computers, and I’m not changing it now.

I am what I am and that’s all that I am and I am what I am what I am.

Our intrepid hero, having distracted himself with a line from the much lambasted movie “Popeye” with Robin Williams, goes on a quest to find the lyrics to the song “I Am What I Am.” He is shocked to discover that there is a decided vacuum in cyberspace when it comes to web sites about this gem of a film. He sees this as a travesty and a bit on the unfair side. I mean, come on people, there is a web page dedicated to the Hostess Snacks Super Hero comic strips. You’d think at least ONE net geek with too much time on his hands would have liked “Popeye.” Hey…what are you looking at?

On Sunday it was time to return to Sam’s house and rejoin The Guardians in our quest to rid the world of evil doers. Of course, yet again, I show up at the very end of the adventure and dispatch the Big Bad (and ruin a suit in the process). Poor Gangbuster. Seems like every time he walks into a situation with these guys they have discovered some new level of hell to test his catholic mind. Then it turns out we aren’t going to be playing Silver Age Sentinels again for a while, as Sam has far too much going on in his life to get an adventure written every week (and trust me, folks, it’s well worth it to have Sam put effort into these things. At the end of this adventure we found out about a place that was mentioned by one of the heroes in the group who had come back in time to warn us before conveniently dying in his own arms. This happened MONTHS ago, and I’m pretty sure the majority of us had forgotten about it. Great stuff.) We’ve created Advanced Dungeons and Dragons : 3rd Edition characters and we’re going to use that as a side game when Sam hasn’t had time to prepare.

Oh, but I hate my character and want to create another one.

Went for a walk with Lu last night for about an hour, then came back home and wrote a few emails to netgoth.

I think she might have liked them. A little. Maybe.

So yeah, that’s my weekend in a nutshell. For some reason I’m exhausted today, but other than that it was great. I think after I rest for a few more nights I’ll actually be up for some kind of weeknight activities (gaming, side work) again.

Tonight I must face the music on the scale again, and then it’s off to depotmode‘s place to work on her computer (and I’m getting a free meal out of it! w00t!). If I get home early enough I’ll see if Lu wants to go for a walk again.

Wow. You actually read the whole thing.