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Get. A. Life.

Should Beanie Babies come with a warning label that says, “Danger: Folks have been know to spend all their money on these things, and behave in an irrational fashion when…

Should Beanie Babies come with a warning label that says, “Danger: Folks have been know to spend all their money on these things, and behave in an irrational fashion when they get lost or damaged or the tag gets torn. Don’t do that”?

Should ’57 Chevy’s, when sold, require that the buyer sign a waiver indicating that s/he understands that, “Excessive attention paid to this vehicle can lead to social alienation, divorce, and ruinous expenses”?

Should all TVs, when they power up, have a message that sits on the screen for 30 seconds which says, “Warning: Watching more than 3 hours of TV a day may injure your aesthetics, cause you go grow a large lard-butt, and keep you from spending time with your family”?

Should ice cream cartons all have a warning label which indicates, “Alert: The makers of this product have made it really tasty, which will make you want to eat more, especially when you’re depressed, so go buy some celery instead”?

Should postage stamps all say, in teeny-tiny print, “Danger: If you go obsessively overboard in collecting these, you might some day go around the bend and kill yourself”?

Then what makes anyone think that because some depressed, (diagnosed) schizoid guy ended up obsessively playing EverQuest and (possibly for game-related “reasons”) ended up killing himself, there’s some deep, dark, mysterious conspiracy on the part of Sony that requires we put warning labels in front of on-line Internet games?

Jay Parker, a chemical dependency counselor and co-founder of Internet/Computer Addiction Services in Redmond, Wash., said Woolley’s mental health problems put him in a category of people more likely to be at risk of getting addicted to online games.

They also put in
in a category” of being “more likely” to be “at risk” of getting addicted to any number of things, including collecting stacks of old newspapers, watching Star Trek re-runs, or buying several dozen cats. None of those come with warning labels, either.

“I’ve seen a lot of wreckage because of EverQuest,” Parker said. “But they are all the same. It’s like cigarettes. They need to come with a warning label. ‘Warning, extensive playing could be hazardous to your health.’ “

No, because cigarette have a physically addictive chemical in them, and because smoking is not obviously a harmful thing to do. Whereas neglecting your friends and family and job and spending 40-plus hours a week playing an online game is an obviously harmful thing to do … and it’s completely your choice. (If it’s not your choice, then you need to consider a volunatary admit to a mental health facility, because, dude, you are not safe to be in public.)

Warning labels are exactly what Jack Thompson, a Miami attorney and vocal critic of the entertainment industry, wants to result from a lawsuit he plans to file against Sony Online Entertainment for Elizabeth Woolley.

Actually, what Mr. Thompson wants is 30%-plus of anything that Ms. Woolley (the mother of the deceased) gets from Sony.

“We’re trying to whack them with a verdict significantly large so that they, out of fiscal self-interest, will put warning labels on,” he said. “We’re trying to get them to act responsibly. They know this is an addictive game.”

If it is known to be harmful, then simply slapping on labels won’t do anything to avoid liability. If it is merely highly attractive, then not only will warning labels do little good, but some of the examples of other things that people obsess over, at the top of the post, will also deserve labels. Hell, our whole society will deserve warning labels. Which, come to think of it, is not too far from where we are today.

The point of the suit is not to get Sony to “act responsibly.” It’s to get them to pay a lot of money and act in an overly defensive manner — to try to avoid law suits, which is not the same as acting responsibly.

“I am sure we are going to find things akin to the tobacco industry memos where they say nicotine is addictive,” he said. “There is a possibility of a class-action lawsuit.”

Okay, Mr. Thompson, if you can find the Sony memo that says, “And by adding in our secret mind-control rays to the game screen, we can turn 0.00001% of our already-schizoid players into suicidal, anti-social wretches who will compulsively play until they spiral into deep chasm of depression, bankruptcy and suicide,” I’ll believe you. Otherwise, go peddle your papers before you further tarnish the legal profession.

Remarkably enough, the article does have something good to say about another pastime usually the target of such stories.

The [on-line] games have roots in Dungeons & Dragons, the role-playing game created in 1974 by TSR Games in Lake Geneva. But D&D requires human contact to play; its digital counterparts do not.

That little bit of brightness aside, this article was really depressing — not primarily over what happened to the poor young man who killed himself, but by what it says about a society that is so eager to find some reason for such events to have occurred that, just like some cave man sitting in the darkness and inventing deities to explain the thunder and lightning, we’re willing to find blame in anyone else we can find (with deep pockets) for his tragic, destructive behavior.

(Via Anne)

Life imitates art

At last Friday’s (well, my last in-town Friday’s) Star Wars game, a running gag was all the potential/threatened/possible danger to the air car that had been rented under my name….

At last Friday’s (well, my last in-town Friday’s) Star Wars game, a running gag was all the potential/threatened/possible danger to the air car that had been rented under my name.

So this week in Orlando, I ended up turning over the car I rented to someone who was going from the meeting to Miami.

I really had to restrain myself from some of the comments I directed toward those in the game …

Love and Death

Julia ponders the gaming world. So last night, Lou and I headed out of the house together. He was going grocery shopping (which we hadn’t done since coming back from…

Julia ponders the gaming world.

So last night, Lou and I headed out of the house together. He was going grocery shopping (which we hadn’t done since coming back from Las Vegas — too much Final Fantasy X), I was going to the game. We said our goodbyes, and then he called out, “Hope you don’t die!”
I pondered to myself if my neighbors had heard that, and what they would think. Usually, a husband and wife might say to each other, “Drive safely,” or “Have fun,” or “I love you,” and so on. But it’s not often you hear “Hope you don’t die,” from one’s beloved spouse.

It is with occasional head-clutching amazement that I occasionally remember that nearly every single friend of mine I met through gaming, including my wife. In some cases they were people I met through gamers, some of them don’t game any more, and some of them I know more or better for other reasons. But with just one noteworthy live exception I can think of (hi, Tracy!), along with some Net correspondants, it’s a big, swirling, gaming world around me.

So, no, the above exchange doesn’t seem all that strange to me. But to the neighbors, yeah, I can see that …

Proof positive

After years of folks claiming quite explicitly that D&D and Harry Potter books can teach impressionable youngsters how to perform evil, Satanic sorcery, this gent decided to actually test the…

After years of folks claiming quite explicitly that D&D and Harry Potter books can teach impressionable youngsters how to perform evil, Satanic sorcery, this gent decided to actually test the claim. Hilarity ensues.

(Via CTHB)

Dice

I have intelligent friends. Really. Quick, witty, smart, learned, all of them. That’s particularly true of my gaming friends. And yet, as bad as any gambler who develops elaborate “systems”…

I have intelligent friends. Really. Quick, witty, smart, learned, all of them. That’s particularly true of my gaming friends.

And yet, as bad as any gambler who develops elaborate “systems” to beat slot machines, or any athlete who keeps wearing his “lucky shirt” to keep a “winning streak” running, all my friends are nuts about their dice.

Dice are randomizers. By their nature, they should roll randomly, right?

So why does one of my friends, who can debate physics and metaphysics, decide which D20 to use by rolling four of them, take the one with the lowest number, on the assumption that it will then roll a high number?

Why will another person, who is also bright and intelligent, have a conniption when the GM touches her dice?

Heck, why do I decide which D6s to roll by rolling all of them, taking the highest rolling, cull them again one more time that way, and end up with the “best”? Why, when rolling poorly on a D20, will I swap it out for another one, hoping it will roll “better”?

Yeah, I know the answer, about psychological needs to control randomness through quasi-religious development of some artificial “rules” that I can follow to propitiate the Dice Gods, or stuff like that.

But it’s still weird.

So? So?

Well, after a couple of days of silence, here’s the scoop. Party was fun. Game was fun. But doing both together was about 80% more fun than we could handle….

Well, after a couple of days of silence, here’s the scoop.

Party was fun.

Game was fun.

But doing both together was about 80% more fun than we could handle. So it’s early to bed (since it’s early to rise). More bloggy goodness tomorrow.

What to do, what to do …

Well, this week, the answer is obvious: Prep for the big Twelfth Night soiree we’re having Saturday night. Prep for the big super-heroes game I’m inaugurating Sunday. Take care of…

Well, this week, the answer is obvious:

  • Prep for the big Twelfth Night soiree we’re having Saturday night.
  • Prep for the big super-heroes game I’m inaugurating Sunday.
  • Take care of a sick toddler.
  • Try to catch up at work from being away, being sick, etc.

Not necessarily in that order, of course.

Next week? Ah, there’s the rub. Some outstanding projects:

  • Migrate my WIST quotations site over to its own domain, which has been sitting idle since September.
  • Install Movable Type v1.4, clean up my style sheets, update my Links List of Wonderment.
  • Install that polling software Capt. Rooba forwarded me. Don’t ask me why … it just seems like a good idea.
  • Download Christmas pictures from my digital camera. Post some. Get some prints made for the relatives.
  • Start getting the basement cleaned up again. This will allow me to host my games down there, have stuff in places where it can be found, and get to my comic book collection, because I *really* need to get back to cataloging it. Really.
  • Clean up from the party.
  • Get ready for the next game.
  • Take care of a well toddler.
  • Try to catch up at work from being away, being sick, etc.

Not, I suspect again, necessarily in that order.

My life … it’s a job with lifetime security.

A little tweaking is a dangerous thing

Well, I resolved the questions of What To Do Tonight by doing something else altogether — set up a blog for my supers RPG, kicking off later this month, much…

Well, I resolved the questions of What To Do Tonight by doing something else altogether — set up a blog for my supers RPG, kicking off later this month, much to the (hopeful) delight of the players who have been bugging me about it since Katherine was born.

In so doing, I delved deeply into the Movable Type default templates, and learned some stuff that I should really apply to this blog. Dunno when, dunno how, but expect construction signs to pop up sooner or later.

Blogger Insider

I almost missed my deadline here, but I managed to squeak it out. Yes, it’s another installment of Blogger Insider, where random bloggers send 10-15 probing, penetrating, and otherwise inappropriately…

I almost missed my deadline here, but I managed to squeak it out. Yes, it’s another installment of Blogger Insider, where random bloggers send 10-15 probing, penetrating, and otherwise inappropriately touching questions to each other.

My partner this week is Eleanor Holmes. Of the three BI folks I’ve been linked with, she’s doubtless the most “compatible,” since she enjoys both RPGs and “Undercover Blues.” Her being from Australia lends a mysterious, exotic, foreign air to her great question — along with that cute Australian accent.

Since I just sent my questions to her (almost missing it, here in Faerie), she probably hasn’t answered them yet, but here are hers to me.

1. Ah-ha… Someone I could have lengthy LotR discussions with, I see! So, what would you define as the central theme of the books, and how does that relate to the movie? (I feel like I’m setting exam questions here!) I think that Peter Jackson has nailed it right on the head. The theme of the books is the influential role of the individual in the affairs of history. Sure, you’ve got this grand, sweeping, epic drama, with prophecies and the like scattered like buckshot. But, bottom line, the story is about how a couple of very small, very ordinary country folks manage, through great personal struggle and sacrifice, to overthrow the greatest evil in the land. Frodo is the least likely individual to do away with the Ring. Aragorn, Gandalf, Galadriel, even Boromir — all the Mighty and Powerful would seem far better choices. But against all odds, his personal dedication — and the dedication and love of his friend, Sam, make it happen, where any of the others would ultimately have failed. Great stuff, and very unexpected for most people.

2. Blogging: the lovely SJ stole my initial question (what made you start?) so I’ll ask: if you could have your blog be as beloved and famous as any other idolized blog, which would you pick? Eep! That’s a tough one, as there are many other blogs out there which I admire (as the Link List o’ Admired Blogs off to the left indicates). I’d probably have to say InstaPundit. I have a lot of admiration for the author (even when I don’t agree with him), and I think that in addition to something informative and entertaining, he’s actually providing a public service. Good stuff.

3. What’s your favorite smell in the world? Sauteeing onions and garlic. The basis for many, many, many good meals that Margie has cooked me.

4. I’m impressed to see that you did NaNoWriMo; I tried, but found that I just didn’t have time, and stopped. Tell us a bit about where you got your inspiration, and words of wisdom you’d pass to those trying it next year? Well, I have to confess that I will probably not do it next year, largely because it shot the bloody hell out of both my November and December schedules. That having been said, I was inspired by my wife (who supported me), my pal Doyce (who suggested the damned thing in the first place, the Infernal Gateway Drug that he is), any number of comic book writers, Kevin Smith, Stephen Brust, Neil Gaiman, and my own personal muse, who is still lolling, sated, somewhere in the back of my head. Words of wisdom I have to pass on from Roger Zelazny:

I try to write every day. I used to try to write four times a day, minimum of three sentences each time. It doesn’t sound like much but it’s kinda like the hare and the tortoise. If you try that several times a day you’re going to do more than three sentences, one of them is going to catch on. You’re going to say “Oh boy!” and then you just write. You fill up the page and the next page But you have a certain minimum so that at the end of the day, you can say “Hey I wrote four times today, three sentences, a dozen sentences. Each sentence is maybe twenty word long. That’s 240 words which is a page of copy, so at least I didn’t goof off completely today. I got a page for my efforts and tomorrow it might be easier because I’ve moved as far as I have”.

5. When you write, what do you need in your immediate environment to make you productive and efficient? Not much. A keyboard (because I can type about 40% as fast as I can think, which is far better than with any other medium). Some scrap paper. If I want to really pound things out, music and earphones help. Margie saved my butt during NaNoWriMo by taking care of Katherine while I sequestered myself in the guest room.

6. You’re a gamer! Hooray! So, go on. Tell us about your fave character.
Please? 🙂
Based on the verbiage I’ve dedicated to him, it would have to be Grinthorn, a half-elvish bard. I played him in a roll-your-own campaign during college, wrote a novel about him (which is not yet finally finished), extended his adventures into an abortive PBeM Mage: The Ascension campaign, and then turned him into a PBeM Amber character. In all incarnations, he’s a sassy bastard (literally), whose taken his childhood experiences of rejection and turned them into an iconoclastic turn-about rejection of authority. Which is nothing like me, but he’s the closest to my “voice” of all the characters I’ve ever run.

7. One of my favorite questions: If you could live in the ‘reality’ of any
one RPG or game system, what would you pick? What kind of person would you be?
Frankly, the “reality” of most game systems frightens the bejeebers out of me, since they are all front-loaded with lots of threats. Not that RL isn’t threatening, but it’s threats I know and can (mostly) manage. I’d probably either choose Phage’s Amber system, as one of the kids of that realm, or some sort of a metahuman hero in one of any number of supers RPGs. The latter is usually relatively straightforward and familiar, but with the bennies of some sort of keen power. The former would be far riskier, but with the possibilities of more significant powers. Plus I’d like to meet Fiona. And Flora.

[Question 8 never arrived. No, really.]

9. SJ swiped the Desert Island book question, so I’ll chime in with Desert
Island Discs: pick a dozen albums you’d take with you to aforementioned
desert island. (Alright alright, you can have something to play the albums
on if you like.)
Not fair! I’m hundreds of miles away from my collection! Yeesh! Hmmmm. A few I can think of:

  • Sting, Nine Summoner’s Tales
  • John Barry, Moviola
  • Enya, Shepherd Moons
  • Handel, Messiah (pref. the Christopher Hogwood recording)
  • Frente, Labour of Love
  • Loreena McKennitt, The Visit
  • Bach, The Brandenburg Concertos

    That’s all I can come up with off-hand … after this I’d have to cheat and start coming up with the 12-Disc Greatest Hits of the 80s, or the Collected Beethoven Symphonies or something.

    10. Many people have talked about the problems of integrating gaming into a normal family social life. Have you found it’s caused problems for you? Being married to a roleplayer must make it easier, but with Katherine it must still be a juggle. How’ve you found it to be? It’s certainly a lot easier being married to a role-player. Katherine has “kept me” from GMing since she was born, but that all changes in a few weeks, so we’ll see. But it does take time, and social commitment, and right now Margie and I are trading off Fridays playing in different campaigns while the other stays home with Katherine (and, truth be told, sort of enjoys a quiet night of being alone, once she’s asleep). Doyce and Jackie, friends of ours, both game, and they’ve managed to integrate Justin, their 11-year-old into the proceedings pretty well — he goes to cons with them, games in some things that Doyce runs, or just hangs out, tolerantly, since they spend a lot of non-game time with him, too. And the latter is probably the secret to making it work.

    11. If you had one hour to spend online every day, what would you do with
    it? How much time reading email, what sites would you visit, what forums
    would you hang out on, where would you surf?
    Egad. I’d probably spend about 20 minutes on e-mail (and cut way back on my mailing lists), 30 minutes blogging, and the remaining 10 minutes doing online “business” — shopping at Amazon, paying bills at PayMyBills, etc. But I wouldn’t like it.

    12. Of what achievement are you most proud? I try not to toot my own horn. Really. I’m always afraid I’ll say, “Yes, I’m horribly, horribly proud of this painting here,” only to have someone say, “Eewwww.” I’d have to say, at this point in my life, it’s been building a wonderful, wonderful marriage (particularly given some problems I had last time around). I had help, of course. But I’m proud of what we have, and what we’ve done, and of the little girl we’re bringing up.

    Isn’t that just too sappy for words? 🙂

  • How about Plan B?

    Thanksgiving was great. Not all according to plan, but great. The high-BTU burner for the turkey frying kit is very simple. Hose — with nozzle and pressure regulator and spigot…

    Thanksgiving was great. Not all according to plan, but great.

    The high-BTU burner for the turkey frying kit is very simple. Hose — with nozzle and pressure regulator and spigot to control the amount of gas flowing — connects from the propane tank into long venturi tube at base of burner. Gas should get shot up the venturi, sucking in air (from the open ends of the venturi behind it) into the burners. Bright blue flame ensues, once a spark is administered.

    Instead, we get wavery yellow flame which occasinally — because the pressure is not high enough — goes out at the venturi, too, right by the rubber hose from the propane tank. Not good.

    We tried it with both tanks. Randy and Doyce and I hummed and hawed over the instructions, looking for the parts that each of us had missed that would answer the question of why the heck this was happening. All we needed were beers in our hands and a half-disassembled engine to complete the tableaux.

    So back to Plan B — there was sufficient clearance on our range to do this, if the burner would get hot enough. It did, barely, and produced a well-cooked but incredibly moist turkey. Wonderful.

    Indeed, all of Margie’s vittles were fabulous, including the pre-dinner onion rings and deep-fried battered mushrooms (I forgot to put those on the List of 4). We had a wonderful cabernet (those of us doing the wine thing), and then sat around and sipped port and played parlor games and Uno (which I won, neener-neener-neener). The evening ended far too soon (though at an appropriate time to get the kitchen cleaned up and the trash taken out and us old-folks-with-babies into bed in order to be relatively happy when Katherine decided to wake up this a.m. (at 7:30, miracle of miracles).

    Goals for the day:

  • Blog
  • Bills
  • Write! Write! Write! No writing yesterday, so must write today! Write!

    I was going to watch the Buffy tape Doyce loaned us (we watched the Musical Episode yesterday afternoon, too — brilliant), but I made the mistake of turning on Kids Disney while slipping into the bathroom, and now Katherine is entranced.

    Margie’s off to work in a bit, for part of the day, and then this afternoon off to Doyce’s with left-overs for the long-delayed Star Wars game.

    Which reminds me — I was backed into a corner and committed to GM my long-promised, oft-delayed first game in a couple of years (since Katherine) in late January. Hrm. I suppose I should give thanks that folks are that interested. So I will.

  • Planning, meet execution. Execution, meet planning.

    Margie and I complement each other quite well in our handling/expression of stress when it comes to Major Events. Like, say, a long trip away from home. Margie front-loads her…

    Margie and I complement each other quite well in our handling/expression of stress when it comes to Major Events. Like, say, a long trip away from home.

    Margie front-loads her stress. She runs around like a crazy woman in the preceding weeks. She plots, she plans, she takes copious notes in her little notebook, she consults, she web-searches, she shops, she wants to get everything out and ready ahead of time, she gets cranky and stressed-out and obsessed with getting everything done and planned and set up just right.

    And then, when the event happens — whether all the planning and plotting and putting together was completed or successful — she is calm. The Zen Goddess of Events. She relaxes. She gets in the groove, five-by-five. Nothing flaps her.

    Me, on the other hand … Yes, I plan. I do things in advance. But I also sort of take a “It will happen, it will come together, it’s a long ways away yet.” I want to solidly have confidence in the general parameters, the fundamentals, but I trust the details fall into place just fine.

    The Day Of? A wreck. An utter wreck. Racing around like a crazy man, making new lists, triple-checking everything, trying desperately to cover more bases than the National League, nervous, sweaty, sleep-deprived, constantly seeking feedback if everything is okay. A wreck.

    This applies to parties.

    This applies to GMing games (or it would, if Margie did so. I think she would be great. Of course, I haven’t GMed anything, save one brief session, in over a year, so …).

    And it applies to vacation planning.

    As you can imagine, we complement each other well. Good thing, or else one or the both of us would run off, screaming, into the night.

    Randy’s Amber Page

    Randy’s Amber Page Randy has some extraordinarily nice things to say about the Amber campaign I ran him in over a year ago (the end of which coincided, no coincidence,…

    Randy’s Amber Page

    Randy has some extraordinarily nice things to say about the Amber campaign I ran him in over a year ago (the end of which coincided, no coincidence, with Katherine’s birth). He notes, “Among many other fine GMing qualities, Dave does the best Dworkin I’ve seen.” Since Dworkin was just so bloody fun to do (and though the players were forever irritated at his oracular obtuseness, they always seemed to enjoy it when he showed up), it’s a very nice complement.

    Keep it up, guy, and you’ll get me back in the GM saddle sooner rather than later.

    Future interests

    Future interests 1. Doyce continues to GM away at a host of campaigns (so to speak). 2. We’re off to Rick and Amanda’s for their housewarming this afternoon. 3. Got…

    Future interests

    1. Doyce continues to GM away at a host of campaigns (so to speak).
    2. We’re off to Rick and Amanda’s for their housewarming this afternoon.
    3. Got a nice blog response from Mary (hi, Mary!).

    Conclusion: I really need to get back focused on my hanging-in-limbo supers campaign.

    You have been warned.

    On knowing when to hold ’em, as well as when to fold ’em

    On knowing when to hold ’em, as well as when to fold ’em Dice were not my friends last night. Two good rolls (including a spectacular … initiative roll), accompanied…

    On knowing when to hold ’em, as well as when to fold ’em

    Dice were not my friends last night. Two good rolls (including a spectacular … initiative roll), accompanied a bevy of rolls in the single digits.

    In the low single digits.

    In the thumbs-on-both-hands-if-I’m-lucky digits.

    It’s fortunate we were out of the asteroid field when I took the helm.

    Okay, enough geeky goodness.

    It’s been raining since shortly after I came home until now. My Dad, a noted Weather Channel addict, says it’s just about blown through. A good thing, that, since our tee time is three hours (hack).

    Golf and Star Wars RPG. Two great oddball passtimes, rolled into one blog. Who could ask for more?

    So a man walks into a ceiling fan …

    Ouch. It seems we always do Big Home Improvement Projects when the in-laws come to visit. So when my folks came this time, I thought, hey, why not a home…

    Ouch.

    It seems we always do Big Home Improvement Projects when the in-laws come to visit. So when my folks came this time, I thought, hey, why not a home improvement project (of at least moderate size) for them.

    Aha. The ceiling fan.

    We’ve been wanting to put a fan up in the breakfast room for some time. We don’t have a/c in the house — most folks in Denver don’t, and there aren’t more than a few dozen days per year when you really wish you had some. Well, maybe more if you’re working from home.

    So, now that summer is waning and we’re finally getting a few brisk (to coin a phrase) evenings, it’s time to put up a ceiling fan.

    We’ve had the fan, and a between-the-joists bracket — for three or four months. Time to put it up.

    And to learn, once again, why I don’t tackle these projects on my own.

    Turn off the power, first.

    Go up and pull off the existing, chintzy ceiling fixture.

    Hmmm. Odd. I expected this to be a simple electrical box nailed to an adjoining joist. Well, there’s a joist, next to it, but no connector. Just some screws at the top.

    Wait. Not screws. Rivets. Odd.

    Call Jim, my Father-In-Law Master of Things Home Improvementish. He thinks its already mounted on some sort of bracket between the joists. Cool.

    Assemble the fan. Big fan. Assembles easily, though.

    Getting ready to mount it. Hmmmm, what’s this next step?

    Remote control. Yes, this ceiling fan has a remote control. And that’s good, since we only have a single power line coming up here (otherwise we could have separate switches for light and fan). And the way that works … is with a modules the size of a garage door opener, with wires for the incoming power, then wires for the fan and light, and a little antennae for the remote control.

    Y’see, this is really sort of a hybrid unit. It’s a ceiling fan with the wiring a ceiling fan would be. And it’s a remote control kit for a ceiling fan.

    One problem. No way that little module is going to fit in the electrical box on the ceiling.

    Okay, not a big problem. I can pry open some ceiling drywall next to the electrical box, make a slot for the remote unit to fit in, and still run the wires back through (I hope) to the box. Problem solved.

    Cut, cut, cut. Be careful not to make anything that will be visible around the ceiling fan’s decorative bell around the electrical box.

    Hmmmmm. That’s interesting. I can see up now past the electical box …

    … and it’s simply has a hanger riveted to the top of it, that hanger in turn nailed to the joist. Seriously NFG to support a ceiling fan.

    Damn.

    Okay, drop back and punt. We’ll pull out the old electrical box, by brute force, then use the bracket-between-joists doodad up there, hang the enclosed electical box, all’s right with the world.

    (What the hell is this old box made of? Some sort of bakelite, or quasi-ceramic material Weird.)

    Okay. Slide the bracket-between-joists doodad up through the hole. This thing’s cool. It has a spiked bracket at each end to dig into the joist, and you turn the shaft in-between to extend it out. It starts out just short of 16″ — the usual distance for joists — and extends out to 24.

    Unfortunately …

    … the distance to the next joist is 11″.

    Off to Home Depot to return that guy, see if there’s a different, shorter one. Alternative is to tear out more drywall, bracket/hang a 2×4 between the joists, and go from there. Or so suggests Jim, after another phoned consult.

    A very, very helpful fellow at HD speculates that the bracket things — they have them there — could be cut down with a hacksaw. Duh. Buy a hacksaw for $5, come home, cut it off, lookin’ good …

    …. And it’s time to go off and start off our new Star Wars campaign. Tale to be continued ….

    Satanic Games!

    The interesting web bit of the day. From Satanic Games: After an exhaustive research one commission, the Christian Life Ministries, tells the naked truth through these incisive comments: ‘Dungeons &…

    The interesting web bit of the day. From Satanic Games:

    After an exhaustive research one commission, the Christian Life Ministries, tells the naked truth through these incisive comments: ‘Dungeons & Dragons, instead of a game is a teaching on demonology, witchcraft, voodoo, murder, rape, blasphemy, suicide, assassination, insanity, sex perversion, homosexuality, prostitution, Satan-worship, gambling, jungian psychology, barbarism, cannibalism, sadism, desecration, demon summoning, necromantics, divination, and many more teachings, brought to you in living color direct from the pit of hell.’

    Wow. I feel so … dirty.

    It hurts so good.

    So Monday I’m off

    So Monday I’m off on another trip, this one to Pasadena (again). Major audit report action, plus Talking Nice To People so that they will abide by the policies I’ve…

    So Monday I’m off on another trip, this one to Pasadena (again). Major audit report action, plus Talking Nice To People so that they will abide by the policies I’ve written. And smoothing some troubled waters, and bruised egos.

    I enjoy my work. Really. I’m getting to do stuff I’ve not been able to do before — set policies. Hoody-hoo.

    Getting people to follow them, of course, there’s the rub.

    On the other hand, I have three (count ’em, three) performance evals to give. I hate performance evals. I could easily spend the rest of my career without giving performance evals. That’s because, to be frank, I hate to confront people. Oh, I’ll do it, and get me riled up enough, I’ll do it with ferocious abandon. But I hate doing it as a normal thing.

    Maybe that’s why I enjoyed Brust’s Issola. Because, like Lady Teldra, I like being polite. I like being diplomatic. I like finding the right way to say things to make people get along and be happy. (Because otherwise, they’ll be unhappy, and blame me, and hate me, and then I’ll live out my life, unloved, living in a cardboard box and eating cockroaches. But I digress.)

    Actually, that’s probably the problem I have with GMing games. I really hate to lower the boom on people, to say, “No, you can’t do that.” So that leaves me with two alternatives, neither of which is good.

    1. I can use a system that is very heavily ruled, a very accurate simulation, something that requires dice throws every thirty seconds, and comes with tomes of rules. But I hate that, because it’s not fun, and because I hate rules lawyers. It’s not why I’m playing the game, damnit.

    2. I can use a system that’s very free-form, very loosy-goosy, that will allow me to have free reign of my imagination. The way literature is. But then I have to deal with munchkins who will try to get away with things that they shouldn’t, and I’ll have to confront them on it. Or not, in which case the game suffers. But that’s not why I’m playing the game, damnit.

    So why don’t I just write a book? Because I’m lazy.

    I’ve actually written a book. Some day, maybe even soon, when I can allocate a few weeks to it, I’ll finish the final bits (i.e., give it one last read-through and edit) and post it somewhere.

    If so, you’ll read about it here, first.

    D&D Widower

    So it’s funny. I’m a D&D Widower tonight. She’s over at Doyce’s, doing D&D, while I stay at home and take care of the baby. It’s … weird. Of course,…

    So it’s funny. I’m a D&D Widower tonight. She’s over at Doyce’s, doing D&D, while I stay at home and take care of the baby. It’s … weird.

    Of course, I’ve done the same thing in reverse. Though not much. And I’ll be doing Star Wars RPG without her. And we’ll still be gaming together. And I’ll be running my own game Real Soon Now Again.

    Still, it’s weird. Kinda fun, though.