October 04, 1999
Moving / Gaming / Panel
Moving sucks. I just thought I'd share that. Unfortunately, I haven't gotten nearly as much done as I had hoped. On the other hand, however, I have everything arranged as far as who's moving me and when. This Friday is D-Day. I still haven't heard about my request for time off this week, as my boss took off early today (this is not an unusual occurrance). I'm hoping I'll be able to leave early tomorrow as well.
This morning I thought I was coming down with the death plague that everyone else seems to be getting lately. I had a horrendous headache and felt all snuffly. I'm feeling a little better now. My headache is at least gone. I'm still completely wiped out though. This does not bode well. Lots of vitamin C and rest for me. I think this is my payment for a winter of total and utter sloth. I've already got a backache and I've hardly moved a single thing. Yeah yeah, I know. Whine, whine, whine.
Yesterday was interesting. As per usual, now that a final decision has been made of some sort, Hollingsworth and I are able to relate to each other like human beings again rather than snarling angry things. (Ok, that's an exaggeration. He doesn't snarl, and I don't either -- well, not directly at him.) He and I are in the same role-playing game group, and we actually went to gaming together. I hadn't gamed with this group in a long time, and I'd forgotten how much fun it could be. We tend to be extremely silly, as a whole. There were seven of us yesterday, and I was the only female. Not terribly unusual. Female gamers are rare as hen's teeth around here. Or diehards are, at least. We have another woman who plays with our group from time to time, but (when I'm really into it) I'm the only regular one.
My character for this is fun. It's a standard fantasy world, and I'm playing an elf who looks about 12 years old, but in reality, she's spent the last several hundred years with the faeries. (Leave it to me to connect Changeling to a totally unrelated game!) So while everyone was busy treating her like a child, she was trying to offer to use her magical abilities (which are fairly well-developed) to help them out. Before a potential battle:
Male Adult Character: We can't take her [meaning my character] with us! She's just a kid!The group is a little more combat oriented than I actually prefer. That was part of the reason I stopped gaming with them for a while. However, now that I have my own game to run that isn't combat-based, I have an outlet for more story-oriented games. Besides, I hadn't realized how much I missed hanging around these guys.
Me: Oh? So I suppose it wouldn't help if your scouts were invisible or anything?
M.A.C.: [blink] You can do that? Um, well, I guess you can come with us...
I found out today that I'm on the panel for finalist selection for the Diarist Awards. I'm really nervous and really excited about this. I'm not sure why I'm nervous, except that I feel like people are going to be watching me or something. Yeah, it's weird, I know. Basically the way it works is this: anyone who keeps a web journal can go here and nominate other journallers in various categories. Once that process ends, on October 13, the other panelists and I will go through all the nominations and narrow it down to about five finalists per category. Once we finish up (by November 3rd), there's an open voting period from November 4-26. The winners are announced on November 30th. So, if you keep a journal, go nominate your favorites! Oh, and if you want to see who my fellow panelists are, go here.
