The Long Of It
Jul. 23rd, 2004 01:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
This has kicked my affinity/fetish for rabbits into maximum out-of-control hyper-drive as of late. Yeah, sure, it's skanky old Adam Duritz, but he's a *bunny* and he's singing about *love*. Oh dear Lord and butter, you don't get much better than that! *swoon*
For some reason I've been noticing another little thing that I've come to enjoy for various reasons; being chased. This particular kink usually manifests itself when I'm playing a rabbit on various and sundry places; the idea of being pursued by a force that, well, is pretty near unstoppable is scary and fun all at the same time. I can't really explain particulars much more than that, except I might see if I can try it on with folks when I have the time.
So, I lost my cribbage tourney match. This marks the third straight tournament in which I was knocked out in the opening round. This loss was particularly hard because I had to wait *so* long to get my ass kicked. Still, Snifter beat me fair and square. ;) I lost the first match by the absolute *slimmest* of margins -- 121 - 119. The *only* reason she took the first set was she pegged out first (I had the crib). The second set I got skunked, 121 - 89. I always do that, it seems: lose a really close game, get flustered and come undone after that. Fooey. Oh well, the next tournament is in October, and you can bet I'll be training hard for the start of that puppy. :)
I've officially burned out on running games, I think, and I probably won't be doing it for a while. I mean, it's cool telling the story, but the best I seem to inspire is mild interest at best. I know I'm trying too hard, but I can't seem to *stop*, I'm too attached to the idea of what my games *should* be like. So, a break is in order for me to chill out and stop sweating it so much. Besides, I need to start getting more focused on what I'm going to be doing a year from now. I have yet to put out an official request for information from any monasteries, nor have I started pricing how much they'd be, or how much a move to Minneapolis-St. Paul might be. Everything's up in the air, and I'm still caught up in the thrill of doing something different, but it's about time I started forming plan A, and B, and C...
I have a new e-mail address. It's j a k e be (AT!) g m ai l. com. Think that might discourage bots and spammers? Hope so. :P But man, is it ever sweet. I loves me some gmail, mmm-hmm!
I'm slightly sleep deprived and I'm up way too late, which would explain the rambly, piecemeal nature of this post, so forgive me. :)
Oh! One more thing...since I have my bus tickets and everything, it's official; I will be travelling to the West Coast in August! I'm leaving Fayetteville for Austin, TX on August 19th to see Ipequey,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drleo and maybe dnapalmhead, and I'll be heading out west on the 22nd to visit toob and maybe dingofox. There are *tons* of other folks out there that I wouldn't mind saying hello to, but I'm really not sure about logistics/schedules/desires and all that. Ah well, I'll play it by ear and have a great time regardless.
I had a thought I felt was pretty funny, about meditation: by the time you realize you're in the moment, it's already gone. Har har! But really, think about it. Whee! I'm a dork.
Now that I have thoroughly embarrassed myself, I'll see about sleep.
For some reason I've been noticing another little thing that I've come to enjoy for various reasons; being chased. This particular kink usually manifests itself when I'm playing a rabbit on various and sundry places; the idea of being pursued by a force that, well, is pretty near unstoppable is scary and fun all at the same time. I can't really explain particulars much more than that, except I might see if I can try it on with folks when I have the time.
So, I lost my cribbage tourney match. This marks the third straight tournament in which I was knocked out in the opening round. This loss was particularly hard because I had to wait *so* long to get my ass kicked. Still, Snifter beat me fair and square. ;) I lost the first match by the absolute *slimmest* of margins -- 121 - 119. The *only* reason she took the first set was she pegged out first (I had the crib). The second set I got skunked, 121 - 89. I always do that, it seems: lose a really close game, get flustered and come undone after that. Fooey. Oh well, the next tournament is in October, and you can bet I'll be training hard for the start of that puppy. :)
I've officially burned out on running games, I think, and I probably won't be doing it for a while. I mean, it's cool telling the story, but the best I seem to inspire is mild interest at best. I know I'm trying too hard, but I can't seem to *stop*, I'm too attached to the idea of what my games *should* be like. So, a break is in order for me to chill out and stop sweating it so much. Besides, I need to start getting more focused on what I'm going to be doing a year from now. I have yet to put out an official request for information from any monasteries, nor have I started pricing how much they'd be, or how much a move to Minneapolis-St. Paul might be. Everything's up in the air, and I'm still caught up in the thrill of doing something different, but it's about time I started forming plan A, and B, and C...
I have a new e-mail address. It's j a k e be (AT!) g m ai l. com. Think that might discourage bots and spammers? Hope so. :P But man, is it ever sweet. I loves me some gmail, mmm-hmm!
I'm slightly sleep deprived and I'm up way too late, which would explain the rambly, piecemeal nature of this post, so forgive me. :)
Oh! One more thing...since I have my bus tickets and everything, it's official; I will be travelling to the West Coast in August! I'm leaving Fayetteville for Austin, TX on August 19th to see Ipequey,
drleo and maybe dnapalmhead, and I'll be heading out west on the 22nd to visit toob and maybe dingofox. There are *tons* of other folks out there that I wouldn't mind saying hello to, but I'm really not sure about logistics/schedules/desires and all that. Ah well, I'll play it by ear and have a great time regardless.I had a thought I felt was pretty funny, about meditation: by the time you realize you're in the moment, it's already gone. Har har! But really, think about it. Whee! I'm a dork.
Now that I have thoroughly embarrassed myself, I'll see about sleep.
