This Week in Sports History
Jun. 25th, 2004 08:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
It occured to me when I made the last post that it had been a full week since I had posted anything well...of remote importance or something, here. Or, rather, anything at all. I thought I might write a bit about what I've been up to.
Called in sick to work last Friday because a cold was totally kicking my ass. That evening, Mordenheim and his lovely wife Lyanna came down to visit for the weekend. They came bearing gifts! Oh, and what gifts they bore! I made out with a pretty rare Clice Barker graphic novel ("Son of Celluloid"), and a Trigun and Hellsing manga. They were equally generous to the roommates, and were a hoot to hang out with all weekend. :) I showed them a couple of restaurants, the Bookshop (of course!), and the joys of watching a Croc Hunter marathon on Animal Planet. This guy is insane, but he's passionate and hard which ultimately makes him likeable. Anyway, they showed me Van Helsing. Now I kind of know what all the fuss is about; Hugh Jackman is fucking hot...especially at the end. Mmmmm. :9
Banished the company back to the hellhole from whence they came (Texas) with good memories but little pictures. Hope you guys had a really good time!
I kind of felt better on the other side of the weekend, but not enough to really...be as active as I'm accustomed to. By Tuesday, I made an appointment with the Fayetteville Free Clinic for yesterday. The Free Clinic is a pretty neat place, staffed with volunteers and folks who get stipends from the government to work there. They're generally patient and polite, but a wee bit on the scatter-brained side. :) My doctor was this adorably old man who had probably been chewed up and spit out by the world of 'traditional' medicine. Like everything else, he has this endearingly antiquated quality about him. I swear, there was nothing digital in the whole place. No computers, the nurse took my blood pressure with a stethoscope and heartrate-meter-thing (whose name escapes me at the moment), I had my weight taken by an actual scale...it was really groovy. :)
Anyway, it turns out that I've got bronchitis and pleursy. Hurrah, respiratory infections rock! So I have to take it pretty easy for the next two weeks, take this medicine they prescribed, and slowly, all the coughing and weird chest pressure will take care of itself. I guess tea *doesn't* cure everything. :P
And that takes me to today. There's a lot of other stuff, but nothing important enough to relate. Uhm...did the Changeling game last Wednesday, and it's slowly getting better. It's always a kind of rough start because of how scattered everyone (especially me) are, and I tend to weave things together bit by bit until they begin to form a coherent picture (or not). The most focused player we've got is Prismo, and I think it's purely because he's a *serious* gamer. The rest of us treat games sort of like parties...a chance to drink a little, talk a little, go on tangents that are interrupted more often than not by the forays of characters into...things. :)
Last week saw the continuing drama of Martin Grayson, 50-year-old lawyer who had been dumped into a world that makes little to no sense for him. After starting to hear strange voices, see oddly-faced spiders in his car and talk to very very weird people collected in one apartment building (namely, the other characters), he got into a horrific car accident that left him in the hospital. There, his mental breakdown continued; he was visited by Belle Champion, satyr substitute teacher, and Jean Skeene, piskie dodgeball king. They gave him a rather large sledgehammer that Belle picked up from somewhere. After they left, he was visited by a hallucination that claimed to be Coyote. To top it all, he had a rather interesting dream that revealed to him his true, trollish nature and his conscience, a midget in a red suit. He suggested that there might be more to the case he's working on, and to buy into his client's wild story a little more than he might otherwise. Martin agreed, woke up and asked his secretary to bring Waldo's file to the hospital and remove the sledgehammer from his presence. Minutes later, he got a nasty shock when he saw his secretary murdered rather gruesomely, right in the hallway.
Meanwhile, Belle and Jean had their own problems; Belle's husband, Alain, continues his trend of odd behavior and casual disappearances, and Jean was creeped out by a nurse at the scene of the crime...a talkative but odd guy named Larry. Finally, a new eshu popped into town and was given a job immediately by three boggans who hang around the fae's freehold (The Last Unicorn Inn) almost exclusively; drive to the hospital and pick up the possessed sledgehammer as soon as possible. We left with Martin contemplating his secretary's death, Belle and Jean and Alain still wondering what to do, and Monakalai (Cy's character) just set to open the broom closet that holds the evil sledgehammer. Confused by all the stupidity and randomness? I'll be happy to field questions. ;)
Anyway, more coughing, vitamins and work. <:)
Called in sick to work last Friday because a cold was totally kicking my ass. That evening, Mordenheim and his lovely wife Lyanna came down to visit for the weekend. They came bearing gifts! Oh, and what gifts they bore! I made out with a pretty rare Clice Barker graphic novel ("Son of Celluloid"), and a Trigun and Hellsing manga. They were equally generous to the roommates, and were a hoot to hang out with all weekend. :) I showed them a couple of restaurants, the Bookshop (of course!), and the joys of watching a Croc Hunter marathon on Animal Planet. This guy is insane, but he's passionate and hard which ultimately makes him likeable. Anyway, they showed me Van Helsing. Now I kind of know what all the fuss is about; Hugh Jackman is fucking hot...especially at the end. Mmmmm. :9
Banished the company back to the hellhole from whence they came (Texas) with good memories but little pictures. Hope you guys had a really good time!
I kind of felt better on the other side of the weekend, but not enough to really...be as active as I'm accustomed to. By Tuesday, I made an appointment with the Fayetteville Free Clinic for yesterday. The Free Clinic is a pretty neat place, staffed with volunteers and folks who get stipends from the government to work there. They're generally patient and polite, but a wee bit on the scatter-brained side. :) My doctor was this adorably old man who had probably been chewed up and spit out by the world of 'traditional' medicine. Like everything else, he has this endearingly antiquated quality about him. I swear, there was nothing digital in the whole place. No computers, the nurse took my blood pressure with a stethoscope and heartrate-meter-thing (whose name escapes me at the moment), I had my weight taken by an actual scale...it was really groovy. :)
Anyway, it turns out that I've got bronchitis and pleursy. Hurrah, respiratory infections rock! So I have to take it pretty easy for the next two weeks, take this medicine they prescribed, and slowly, all the coughing and weird chest pressure will take care of itself. I guess tea *doesn't* cure everything. :P
And that takes me to today. There's a lot of other stuff, but nothing important enough to relate. Uhm...did the Changeling game last Wednesday, and it's slowly getting better. It's always a kind of rough start because of how scattered everyone (especially me) are, and I tend to weave things together bit by bit until they begin to form a coherent picture (or not). The most focused player we've got is Prismo, and I think it's purely because he's a *serious* gamer. The rest of us treat games sort of like parties...a chance to drink a little, talk a little, go on tangents that are interrupted more often than not by the forays of characters into...things. :)
Last week saw the continuing drama of Martin Grayson, 50-year-old lawyer who had been dumped into a world that makes little to no sense for him. After starting to hear strange voices, see oddly-faced spiders in his car and talk to very very weird people collected in one apartment building (namely, the other characters), he got into a horrific car accident that left him in the hospital. There, his mental breakdown continued; he was visited by Belle Champion, satyr substitute teacher, and Jean Skeene, piskie dodgeball king. They gave him a rather large sledgehammer that Belle picked up from somewhere. After they left, he was visited by a hallucination that claimed to be Coyote. To top it all, he had a rather interesting dream that revealed to him his true, trollish nature and his conscience, a midget in a red suit. He suggested that there might be more to the case he's working on, and to buy into his client's wild story a little more than he might otherwise. Martin agreed, woke up and asked his secretary to bring Waldo's file to the hospital and remove the sledgehammer from his presence. Minutes later, he got a nasty shock when he saw his secretary murdered rather gruesomely, right in the hallway.
Meanwhile, Belle and Jean had their own problems; Belle's husband, Alain, continues his trend of odd behavior and casual disappearances, and Jean was creeped out by a nurse at the scene of the crime...a talkative but odd guy named Larry. Finally, a new eshu popped into town and was given a job immediately by three boggans who hang around the fae's freehold (The Last Unicorn Inn) almost exclusively; drive to the hospital and pick up the possessed sledgehammer as soon as possible. We left with Martin contemplating his secretary's death, Belle and Jean and Alain still wondering what to do, and Monakalai (Cy's character) just set to open the broom closet that holds the evil sledgehammer. Confused by all the stupidity and randomness? I'll be happy to field questions. ;)
Anyway, more coughing, vitamins and work. <:)
