Monthly Archives: April 2008

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Seems about like it, doesn’t it?

The truth is that I don’t feel much like writing lately, or really much of anything. I play games or I sleep. I haven’t been getting much done.

I got the first Explorer-load of Alison’s stuff into storage today, finally beginning to justify the expense of this month’s prorated rent for the unit. :P Sadly, I’ve yet to get her down to DSHS and her other problems seem no closer to resolution. I still haven’t got down to WorkSource to start more seriously looking for a job.

Dave and I played Birth of the Federation Tuesday, as Alison couldn’t make it to gaming, and there’s not much you can do in terms of RP with only two people (note: group needs expansion.) If only it weren’t so technically crappy, this would be one of my favorite games, I think. I keep coming back to it.

Another game I’ve been playing a lot lately is se4, another one that’s rather dated but actually quite entertaining, though I find it overly complex. On the other hand, it’s still nothing to the mess of pointless complexity that was MOO3.

I’ve also recently discovered Patricia Brigg’s Mercy Thompson series (Mooncalled, Bloodbound, etc.) and found that I simply can’t put them down. It’s another one of those “magical stuff in the modern world” settings, but with a bit of a twist. It takes place right here in these Tri-Cities. And she doesn’t let me forget it either: there’s plenty of references that show her familiarity with the area and its people. Even if you’re not a Tri-Citian, they’re probably still worth checking out. The stories are a lot of fun and the characters are very accessible.

One thing that troubles me is that the cover art always seems to show Mercy with rather more tatoos than she actually has. She only has the one, a coyote paw-print in an inconspicuous location.

On the “troubling news from the real world” front, check out this story.

Moving hurts.

I have just now woken up from a two-day-long series of intense napping and insomnia caused by Alison’s crash-move Monday.

Now, I’m a champion procrastinator myself, but I think I would have to beat myself (more) senseless if I’d done what Alison did here. She was supposed to be out at the end of February. Apparently what happened here is that her landlady really likes her mother and wanted to keep Alison on as a resident and was giving Alison an unreasonable amount of slack in getting her paperwork straightened out and getting herself moved over. In the meantime, Alison was being hard to contact for anyone but me. Sleeping through the day, not answering the phone, not answering the door, etc.

And, of course, she wasn’t calling her landlady. So neither Alison nor I had any idea what was going on until last week, and while I kept telling Alison to get her stuff ready to move…she didn’t.

This weekend, we finally got things more or less sorted out, but it took until Monday to actually get the key, which left us until tuesday morning to move.

Gerald and I finally got the last stuff out of Alison’s “Room of Doom” (the sealed room full of smoke-damaged stuff her mother had “helpfully” brought over when she moved in) around 8am.

Shortly after, she discovered her upwind neighbor apparently smokes. Good god, it never ends, does it? And I still have to rent a storage unit to put that stuff in.