apparently e.l. james called former child star mara wilson (matilda) a “sad fuck” for critiquing the 50shades books a while ago and now there’s a feud. i love it.
this gives me hope.
Vampire: The Masquerade players: I am looking for this thing. This is the “CD Reference Guide and Storyteller’s Assistant" (WW 5706, ISBN 1-56504-514-9) from early 1997. This is NOT the "CD Reference Guide and Character Generator" (WW 5720) from late 2000. That’s a different product (which I own).
You can view the ancient website for this CD-ROM here at the Wayback Machine.
I need it for a few different reasons, most of which boil down to “preserving history.” If you think you can help me out please let me know. Thank you!
Aidan Johnson and I have known each other since, like, Kindergarten. We reconnected again recently because he’s running for Ward 1 city councillor. Last week one of his team asked me if I’d be willing to volunteer for canvassing and such. I said sure, and proposed Tuesday (today). I didn’t check the weather forecast first.
So today I went out. We met up around 4:30, I had a drink, and at 5 we walked out to our target area, Hunter Street. Not too far away.
I brought my water bottle, which I drank from in between houses. Finished it around 5:45. We went until about 6:30 and started heading back to Aidan’s.
Partway there, on Pearl street, he stopped to talk to a couple who had just left an apartment building. I was hot and tired, so I sat down on a retaining wall in the shade about 20 feet away and tilted my head back. Almost immediately, it was like someone turned up the Brightness knob. Everything was bright blinding white, although I could still see some blacks and bursts of colour through the white.
My pulse was pounding. I felt like I was generating heat like a furnace. Very dizzy. Ready to vomit. I remember thinking “I don’t think I’m going to make it back to Aidan’s.”
I heard a clatter: My clipboard had fallen off the wall next to me on to the street, scattering Aidan’s cards everywhere. I could still make out the black, orange and red enough to have a good idea where most of them were.
I got off the wall and crouched down to pick them up, albeit clumsily. Was good for about 30 seconds. Then I basically just keeled over plowed into the ground. I scraped my knee pretty badly, and the back of my shoulder.
Next thing I knew, Aidan was right with me, yelling “oh my god, are you okay?” over and over. I waved him off as I got my bearings. The brightness faded back to normal.
I crawled a few feet away to the curb and sat down. All the previous symptoms seemed to have abated. It was another minute or two before I realized my glasses were still laying in the street and not on my face. (One arm is bent.)
He asked me if I wanted him to call 911. Nothing like this had happened to me before, so we agreed that it was probably a good idea.
We chatted for a few before the paramedics showed up. Aidan went home while they took me to the General. Waited about 45 minutes before I was triaged, waited another hour before they found a bed and the paramedics left. Nurse took a look at me, didn’t seem worried. Resident took a look, didn’t seem worried. Made an offhand comment that she could clean my injuries. Texted mom. About 20 minutes later she came in. Were going to check with the nurses to see if I could go, because we hadn’t heard otherwise and mom could clean the wounds if necessary.
As she headed out, the resident came back in with another doc who asked me all the same questions again just in case I’d had a stroke. I confirmed the story. She said I had the choice of leaving and getting some food or I could stay there and get a fluid IV, but in either case I was good to go. Finally got home at 10:30 or so. The overall consensus was heat stroke with maybe a little dehydration.
Sleeping on the couch tonight so mom can “keep an eye on me,” but otherwise I’m fine, albeit sore in the obvious wound spots. Got orders to take it easy for the next couple of days, which I plan to do.
My dad was born in Canada. My mom was born in Oxford. Her parents were born in England too. Any farther back than that and most of them are Scottish. I’ve never been there myself.
I own two kilts: a proper tartan, which I only break out on special occasions:
[my dad, my brother, and I]
And a leather utilikilt I take out in warm weather:
Right now I’m lead developer on the Trinity Continuum, which is a new edition of a trilogy of tabletop RPGs once published by White Wolf:
- Adventure!, a game of pulp action set in 1924
- Aberrant, a supers game that hews closer to Planetary and Watchmen than it does to Marvel or DC, set in the “near future” of 2008
- Trinity (originally called Æon), a science fiction game set in 2120
I’ve got a lot of big ideas for the line. Right now my passion involves getting the first two books out the door. I suspect it’ll eat up my life for the next few years, but I love the setting.
I don’t really think about goals much these days. That leads to thinking about what I haven’t accomplished in life and the setbacks which prevent me from accomplishing them in a time frame with reasonable expectations. I prefer to just do the best I can do with what I’ve got in front of me, and hope things work themselves out from there.
Mentally? Physically? Socially? Gimme something to work with here.
I’m a supertaster, which is why I generally don’t drink alcohol. Can’t stand it.
I dunno. I don’t really consider myself all that weird. I mean, weird is something outside of the ordinary, and I have to deal with myself all the time.
Hm. I don’t really have the wanderlust that a lot of people have. In the age of the Internet, a lot of my friends are people who I have only infrequently met in person, or in some cases, never. I’d mostly want to visit them and hang out for a little bit.
That aside, probably the old ancestral stomping grounds: the territory of the Buchanan clan in Scotland, near Loch Lomond.
Buchanan Castle has been the seat of Clan Graham for ages, but I still think it’d be worth the visit.
In terms of fantasy locations? Oh man.
Okay, so about 20 years ago, Dungeons and Dragons had a weird niche setting I absolutely loved, called Planescape. The idea was that you had the Prime Material Plane (where most fantasy worlds are), you had the Inner Planes (Earth, Fire, Water, etc.), and the Outer Planes. The Outer Planes were realms of belief made manifest, and among other things, were where the Gods of all the Prime worlds lived.
Each plane is a universe unto itself, but conceptually, sixteen of them spread out like bicycle spokes from a single plane in the “centre,” called the Outlands. I’m aware that doesn’t make a lot of sense when you’re considering infinities: the setting played off a number of paradoxes intentionally.
In the middle of the infinite Outlands (yes, I know) is an infinitely-tall Spire. On top of (I know) the infinite Spire, floats a ring-shaped city named Sigil. So Sigil is conceptually, philosophically, and literally at the centre of the Outer Planes, and some would say the Multiverse.
Since there’s no way in or out except through the various portals sprinkled invisibly throughout the city, it’s also known as the City of Doors. Any bounded space — a door, a window, a sewer cover, the space between the legs of a statue — could theoretically be a portal leading to anywhere in the multiverse. Any world. Any plane. Anywhere.
Likewise, due to all these portals, it’s literally the most cosmopolitan city in the multiverse. Angels and demons sit down for tea. The Grand Bazaar has almost any item imaginable, and whatever they don’t have can be acquired, for a price.
So yeah, probably Sigil.
So whowasntthere “forgot” TMI Tuesday, and is requesting Asks today instead as part of “Free Ask Friday.”
No. Too basic.
Today is “Fuckin’ Ask Me Something! Friday.” Throw the deepest wonderings from your brainmeats into my ask box. Because I’m in the mood.