12.30.2008

So That Was Christmas

It just wouldn't be a holiday at my house without some form of sickness. This time, it was "only" a cold (and thus, much better than Thanksgiving), and Susi and I were the only ones seriously affected by it. So I guess that is better?

On the gift-reception front, Christmas was pretty geek-friendly for me. My parents (with some help from some pretty specific hinting) got me Carcassonne and Settlers of Catan. I had played each before, but not recently. I figured that they qualified as new classics, though, and should probably be part of my collection. From Susi and the kids, I got The Dark Knight (plus, Corry got Iron Man) and Lego Batman for the Wii. The game that is getting the most play, however (even though, technically, it was a gift for Corry) is Guitar Hero World Tour. Some day I will master you, drum part of R.E.M.'s "The One I Love." On Easy, at least. Maybe.

Maddie, my older daughter, and I took Carcassonne for a spin last night. It was as easy to learn (and teach) as I thought it would be. Too easy - she won the second game we played even though stole one of her farms away from her.

Also, since last report, I have played 3 more games of Pandemic and won them all. The first was a game with Maddie and Corry, and amazingly we didn't have a single outbreak the entire game. The second win, with all 4 of us from game night, was much closer and came only 2 turns before the game would have ended due to running out of cards to draw. The last win was with Corry and I in a 2-player game where we tried out the Normal setting (5 Epidemic cards instead of the 4 in the Easy version).


Edit (12/31/08): Now that the Geek is online again (thank heavens!), I can can provide links for the games.

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12.19.2008

Friday Five: 12/19

In which I blather about five songs randomly selected from my iPod playlist as I listen to them.

"Video Killed the Radio Star" - The Buggles
Trivia fact you probably already knew: this was the first video ever played on MTV. Back when MTV played videos (sidebar - MTV hasn't played videos in so long that an entire generation has grown up with MTV doesn't play videos 'jokes').

"Head Over Heels" - The Go-Gos
Good catchy pop, but not extraordinary.

"Heart and Soul" - T'Pau
Another song I have an irrational fondness for. Love it to pieces.

"Foxy Lady" - Jimi Hendrix
Hendrix has an amazing ability to ooze cool through your speakers/earphones. He may have been the funkiest man to have ever lived.

"Devil Inside" - INXS
And we're back to the '80s. Michael Hutchence had some effortless cool going on himself, even if he was no Hendrix.

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I Think That May Have Been Incredible

I don't tend to watch volleyball a lot on TV. It's not that I don't like it - I do - but it's just one of those things that is never on. But, I stayed up way too late last night watching the Nebraska-Penn State match in the women's NCAA national semi-finals. Holy crap was it exciting. Or maybe it's always that good, in which case I really should be watching it more often.

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12.18.2008

Food Fight

I have declined to comment so far on Top Chef Season 5 because it usually takes me about a half-dozen episodes to learn people's names and form an opinion on them. It doesn't seem like there have been any unjustified eliminations yet, but then (as last night's episode showed) the overall level of competition hasn't seemed to very high. Are they just playing it safe? Are the judges just being pickier this season (which highlights the show's biggest drawback - we have to rely on the judges to tell us how something actually tastes unlike Project Runway here we can see the garment for ourselves)? And what's with all the purees? Hopefully these questions, and many more, will be answered as the season goes on.

My quick handicap of the remaining contestants, preserved for posterity so we can all laugh at it it a couple months:
  • Ariane: She has been very inconsistent - she was down in the first couple of challenges, and on top in the next ones. Is she finding her stride, or is she the only loose one while everyone else is playing tight? My money is on more of the latter. I see her sticking around until late in the season, but gone before the finals.
  • Carla: Wholly unimpressive thus far. I think she'll be gone soon. Also, she reminds me of a baby giraffe. A very easily startled baby giraffe.
  • Eugene: I want to like him, but he's been making some bad decisions. Mid-season elimination.
  • Fabio: I really like Fabio. He's charming without being overbearing, and his beef carpaccio with 'spherical olives' was the most exciting dish we've seen yet this season. I think if he doesn't make it to the finals, he'll be around until close to the end.
  • Hosea: I'm still having a hard time figuring him out. He's done really well in some challenges, and made some disastrous decisions in others. At this point, I don't see him making it to the finals, but I wouldn't be shocked if he does.
  • Jamie: I don't think Jamie is as talented as she does. For all her talk of how arrogant Stefan is, she's been the one saying she deserves to win all the time. I think she will stick around until close to the end, though.
  • Jeff: My wife and I call him "Chase" (for his resemblance to the character from House). At this point, he seems like a better organizer than chef, but he's been showing flashes. I think he'll make it pretty far.
  • Leah: She seems to do well in the quickfires then disappear in the elimination challenges. I don't think that bodes well for her.
  • Melissa: See Carla, except for the giraffe part. Also, I really really really hate her bangs.
  • Radhika: Like Leah, she seems to be a little invisible at times. I think it may be editing in this case, because she's done some dishes the judges have responded positively to. Of course, it is possible that I am being influenced by her cuteness, of which there is much.
  • Stefan: Nobody aside from Fabio seems to like him, but everyone respects his talent. Unless he screws up at some point, I think he has to be considered the favorite at this point.

Assuming 3 people in the finals, I am prognosticating Stefan, Hosea and Jeff. I think Fabio and Radhika also have strong chances, and Ariane and Jaime have outside chances.

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Short & Sweet

The most recent additions to my reading list are collections of short works. The first is Neil Gaiman's Fragile Things. I must admit, I glossed over a lot of the poetry - it is a form that I seem to have less and less interest in. Some of the short stories tend to run together after a while, as well. However, the standouts - the very humorous "Forbidden Brides of the Faceless Slaves in the Secret House of the Night of Dread Desire" and "Harlequin Valentine" (which, due to my abiding interest in the commedia dell'arte, is exactly in my wheelhouse) - are very good. The crown jewel of the book, though, is The Monarch of the Glen, a novella-length sequel to American Gods. If you enjoyed the book as much as I did, Monarch... is a must-read.

The other, quite different, book is John Hodgman's The Areas of My Expertise, which can only be described as an almanac of made-up facts. I would often be reading it, and wondering how something so dry could be so hysterical. Even aside from the infamous list of 700 hobo names, there are enough other unfactual tidbits to provide hours of amusement. However, to add an extra layer of cognitive dissonance, Hodgman mentions the black squirrels of my hometown and accurately describes a restaurant in Omaha I have eaten at many times. Mostly accurately, at least - I don't recall ever having seen any prophetic, tattooed actuaries there.

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12.16.2008

Battle Nuns?

Astoundingly, we finally had a game session where all 4 of us could make. I think the last time that happened was late summer. To celebrate, we played a quick game of Pandemic, in which we got our butts thoroughly kicked (we cured blue and eradicated eradicated red before the Middle East went kablooey on us). After that, the Tuatha de Danaan campaign.

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On the drive home from the impromptu vision quest, mysterious stranger Ben explains to Ted and Jerome what will be happening next. There are signs that the Fomorians, ancient enemies of the Aos Si, have begun to return in force. In order to defeat them, the Tuatha de Danaan will need to recover the Four Treasures from their resting place in Eire. However, the Tuatha themselves are prevented from returning to Ireland due to mystical barriers erected by the Catholic Church. Their half-human children, on their other hand, face no such impediment.

Over the course of the next two days, Ted and Jerome are both very sick, first suffering from high fevers and then lapsing into a near coma-like sleep for almost a full day. However, upon awaking, they feel refreshed and more energetic than they have in their entire lives.* They meet Ben and one of his colleagues, anthropology professor J.D. Killborn,** at a local diner for an immense late lunch (it is by now sometime on Sunday afternoon). While eating, Ben and J.D. explain the real history of the Irish gods to them and warn them that indiscriminate use of the reality-altering powers they will soon be developing might draw unwelcome attention. Finally, they are told that J.D. will be escorting them to New York City as soon as possible to meet with the cailleach, who will help them develop their powers.

Although initially hesitant to leave before Tuesday's election (Ted is an Obama organizer), they decide that, unless they meet an untimely end, they will have forever to worry about school and politics and will leave the following morning. That evening, Jerome calls his sister in Paris to let her know he is dropping out and quietly says goodbye to his friends. Ted, meanwhile, tries for a goodbye score with Delilah, sometime vocalist for the jazz combo. When that fails, he gets both of them invited over to Jade's (the other girl he has the hots for) apartment. Between the wine, marijuana and Aura of Power (a supernatural aspect that enhances your charisma) Ted manages to summon***, he ends up in a goodbye threesome.

Across campus, Jerome is walking back to his room to finish packing when he notices a black SUV driving slowly behind him. Trying to reach out with his mind, he detects a very vague malevolent presence. Just as the SUV is rolling to a stop near him, it suddenly speeds away. Spooked, Jerome hurries to his room.

In the awkward silence that follows Ted's evening, he says goodbye to the girls and leaves, only to be accosted at the door to Jade's complex by a 2 black-clad women wielding staves. He hurriedly slams the door shut and races to the back door. There are 2 more assailants by the back door, but Ted barrels through them with unexpected strength and begins running towards campus.

Jerome comes out of his room to load his bag into the car to discover Ted being chased by 4 dark figures and the SUV from before. By now J.D. has also sensed the previous use of power and has come to the quad to investigate. Seeing the situation, he runs at one of the attackers and tackles her into the ground hard. A follow-up punch to the head knocks her out. The 2 assailants who were farther back seem to slink off into the night at the sight of J.D. Meanwhile the final mystery woman is clobbering Ted pretty well with her staff while Jerome (ineffectually) attempts to pepper spray her. J.D. resolves the situation by coming up behind her and body slamming her. J.D. informs Ted and Jerome that these were battle nuns, an order of religious trained from childhood to combat 'evil' half-breeds such as themselves. A mutual decision is made to leave for New York City immediately.


*Over the course of the next few sessions, they will find their attributes increasing to borderline superhuman levels.
**Jay's character.
***It took me forever to goad someone into trying to use their powers. The specific use was all Matt, though.

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12.15.2008

Helpful Holiday Hint

For anyone that doesn't do all of their holiday shopping online, wandering through crowded malls with only a vague idea of what to buy for the people on your list can be a stressful event. But have you ever considered the stress on your feet? Here's a helpful hint I learned recently that may be of some use to you - don't break one of your fucking pinkie toes the only weekend you have to get all of your goddamn shopping done.

It sounds so simple, I know, but it really does make a difference.

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12.12.2008

Friday Five: 12/12

In which I blather about five songs randomly selected from my iPod playlist as I listen to them.

"Let's Dance" - David Bowie
Has there been a lot of Bowie recently? I only have the one album, really.

"Kiss" - The Art of Noise with Tom Jones
Uber-kitschy remake of the Prince song. For the longest time, I had this song on my playlist, but no actual Prince music. What the hell, me?

"Green River" - Creedence Clearwater Revival
Speaking of acts that are overrepresented on my playlist even though I just own the one greatest hit album... these guys.

"It's All Been Done" - Barenaked Ladies
"If I put fingers here/ And if I say 'I love you, dear'/ And if I play the same three chords/ Will you just yawn and say (woohoohoo)/ It's all been done." A catchy number from Stunt.

"Hallelujah Here She Comes" - U2
A B-side from the Best of 1980-1990 album. Aside from "Spanish Eyes" it is probably one of my favorite original B-sides from that era (although, some of the covers they did for Rattle and Hum B-sides blow their original material away).

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12.11.2008

The Fictional Truth of Real Myths

One of the big problems I encountered when preparing for my Tuatha de Danaan campaign is that Irish mythology is rather fluid. The son of a god in one source is referred to as their brother in another, or one goddess may actually be three different goddesses who fill similar roles. My challenge was to take all those elements and arbitrarily decide which ones are accurate (as far as the history of the campaign world, which is ours but not quite, go) and which ones have been misremembered or entirely fabricated by the humans who told their tales. What follows is a summary of the history my players have either just learned, or will soon be learning.

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It was about three millennia ago that the Aos Si first came to the land of Eire. They had come from Tir na nOg (the Land of Youth), and were a people skilled in the arts and in crafting and in the ways of magic. Greatest among them were the children of Danu, for whom the Tuatha de Danaan is named, and the Dagda.

The Aos Si did not find Eire unoccupied. The land was home to race of primitive giants called the Fir Bolg. Nuada, son of Danu and high king of the Aos Si, sent an emissary - Bres ("the Beautiful") - to them with an offer to divide the island between the two peoples. When the offer was refused, the Aos Si met the Fir Bolg in battle and overcame them. However, so valiantly did the Fir Bolg fight that afterwards they were offered one quarter of the island; they chose the area that was later to be called Connacht.

During the battle, Nuada's left hand had been severed from his body. Since it was the law of the Aos Si that the king must be physically perfect, Nuada stepped down and Bres was selected as the new king. Bres took to wife Brigid, daughter of Danu and sister of Nuada. Now, there are two things you must know about Bres. The first is that, although his mother was of the Aos Si, his father was unknown. The second is that he was an abysmal king. During his reign, the duties of hospitality were forgotten and the Aos Si were worked as if slaves. After many years of Bres' kingship, they could take no more. Goibniu, the master smith, fashioned a silver hand for Nuada and Dian Cecht, the great physician, attached it and through his art made it function as if it were a real hand. Thus re-perfected, Nuada deposed Bres and drove him from Eire.

Advised by his mother, Bres wandered the dark northern seas in search of his father. After many years, he found him - Elatha, a prince of a race of evil shape-shifting giants called the Fomorians. Bres begged for their aid in re-taking his kingdom. The great Fomorian king Balor of the Evil Eye (so named because he had but one eye, and with it he killed all that he looked upon) raised an army to attack Eire. The Fomorian invasion was swift and caught the Aos Si unawares; the province of Ulster was overrun before the Nuada's army could even be gathered. For many years thereafter, the dark army of the north and the light army of the south fought against each other, neither able to overcome the other.

Now, many years before, at the birth Balor's daughter Ethniu, the child's mother - the Morrigan (the "Queen of Shades," who was to the Fomorians as Danu was to the Aos Si) - prophesied that Balor would die by the hand of his own grandchild. Therefore Balor had Ethniu imprisoned in a crystal tower on a desolate island, surrounded by naught but her maids. It was during the long war that Cian, the youngest son of Danu and the Dagda, dreamt of a beautiful maiden locked away from the world. Searching the world for her, he at last came to Ethniu's tower and by his arts infiltrated the tower and seduced the girl. They remained hidden there until after the birth of a boy, when a servant still loyal to Balor alerted the Fomorian king of what had transpired. Cian and Ethniu were struck down by Balor's eye as they tried to flee the tower, but their son fell into the sea, where he was found and raised by Manannan mac Lir, a cousin to Danu and son of the great sea lord.

As the war between the Aos Si and the Fomorians wore on, that child, who was called Lugh, grew swiftly and became great in skill. When he was of age, he presented himself at the court of Nuada. It was Oghma, the mighty sage and wrestler and twin brother to Brigid, who kept Nuada's door. He attempted to turn the youth away by demanding of him what talent he brought to the court that no other of the Aos Si possessed. He replied he was a warrior, which Oghma rebuffed by saying there was no man that could match Nuada's feats at arms. When Lugh said he was a smith, Oghma replied that the court already had Goibniu, and when Lugh said he was a healer Oghma answered with Dian Cecht. Lugh listed all the arts and crafts and lores known, but each time was given the name of an Aos Si with that skill. Finally, Lugh asked if the court contained anyone talented with all of those skills, and Oghma was forced to relent and admit him to the court.

By this time the long struggle had begun to deplete both the Aos Si and the Fomorians. Both sides gathered their whole host and met at a plain called Mag Tuired. Before the battle, a Fomorian woman called Badb Catha ("Battle Crow," who may or may not have been the Morrigan) came to the Aos Si camp and offered the Fomorian battle plan if the Dagda would couple with her. The Dagda, naturally, complied.

But even with that knowledge, the battle went ill for the Aos Si. Many were struck down by Balor's baleful gaze. As King Nuada, whose sword was a terrible wind that day, attempted to rally them, he was struck down by a poisoned dart thrown by Bres. Just as all seemed lost, Lugh picked up a spear that had been brought from Tir na nOg and flung it with such force that it burst into flames. The spear pierced Balor's eye, pushing it through the back of his head. The eye rolled through the Fomorian ranks, still striking down those in its wake. The decimated Fomorian army began to rout.Bres, meanwhile, seeing defeat all about him, sought to flee, but was caught by Oghma, who threw him down with such force that his back and legs were broken. Only a beguilement created by his father, Elatha, saved Bres from the further wrath of Oghma. He was forced to crawl from the battlefield through a thicket that had been set aflame by Brigid, who had been his wife, until he reached the sea and was rescued by Fomorians loyal to his father.

After the battle, the Aos Si selected Lugh to be their new high king. Though victorious, their strength had been severely weakened. It was at this time that the Sons of Mil (those who would now be called the Gaels) first arrived from the south. Amergin, the first and greatest of the druids, worked a mighty enchantment upon the land that separated Ireland, the island that we know today, from Eire, the fairy-land of the Aos Si.

For nearly a thousand years, the Aos Si were content to dwell in their realm of spirits, coming forth only infrequently to meddle in the affairs of the Milesians, by whom they were worshipped as gods. New members of the Tuatha were born – Aengus Og and the twins Macha and Nemain, and many of the heroes of those days, Cuchulainn and Meave being the most widely known, were the result of a dalliance between an Aos Si and a human. In Eire, the only dangers came from occasional Fomorian raids, often led by the vengeful Bres, who, no longer beautiful, was now called Crom Cruach for his burnt and disfigured form and was himself worshiped as a god.

It was around fifteen hundred years ago when the bastard Padraig and other missionaries of Jehovah began to arrive in Ireland. As belief in this foreign god grew, the barriers between Ireland and Eire became more difficult to traverse. Eventually, the barriers became impassible altogether, and any of the Aos Si blood stranded in Ireland were hunted down by Jehovah’s angels. For many centuries, they languished in Eire, slowly diminishing.

Eventually, there came to be a time when death and great doubt came upon the people of Ireland. The crisis of the Great Hunger, as it was known, was so profound that the walls that separated Ireland from Eire momentarily became permeable. Seizing their opportunity, many members of the Tuatha crossed over to the physical realm and followed the waves of emigrants to the new land called America. Danu could not bring herself to part from Eire, but those who did escape included:

The Dagda - god of the fertility, virility and the earth
Brigid – goddess of fire, poetry and wisdom; daughter to the Dagda
Oghma – god of strength, eloquence and knowledge; son to the Dagda and Brigid’s twin
Lugh – god of light and skill; grandson to the Dagda and high king of the Aos Si.
Macha – goddess of war and horses; born of the coupling of the Dagda and the Morrigan
Nemain – goddess of battle and crows; a twin to Macha
Aengus Og – god of love and youth; younget son of the Dagda
Manannan mac Lir – god of sea and storm; cousin to the Tuatha
Goibniu- god of smithcraft
Dian Cecht – god of healing

For the last century and a half, they have remained hidden, for agents of the Church of Rome still seek to quiet all who would rival her. But signs have been growing that the Fomorians have returned to the physical realm as well, and another great battle with them is brewing. To defeat them, it will be required to return to Eire and recover the four great treasures that were brought from Tir na nOg. But the Tuatha cannot accomplish that themselves. They need us, we who are half-human, to go where they cannot for them.

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12.09.2008

Deities & Disease

There were three of us again for game night. Jay (easily the hardest working person I know) is inundated at work, so he will be spotty for the next forever. C'est la vie.

We started off, as promised, with a game of Pandemic. I was slightly worried that, after having to wait for 2 months to get my hands on the game, it wasn't going to live up to how fun I remembered it being. I needn't have. We didn't win, but we came extremely close - we literally would have won on the next turn if not for an unfortunate draw from the infection deck. The other 2 players took to it right away and (I think) had as much fun as I did.

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After that we started on the modern weirdness campaign we created characters for a while ago. Our protagonists are Theodore Lux (Matt) and Jerome Maxwell (Mike), two students at Bard College in Annandale-on-Hudson, New York. Theodore, a junior computer science/philosophy major, and Jerome, a sophomore math major, know each other from playing in the same jazz combo.

In the days leading up to Halloween, they get it in their head to explore some steam tunnels that Theodore's roommate found* (Trig the roommate, Miles the sax player from their band, and Jade the girl Theodore is trying to impress are also along). They become spooked by strange grunting and shrieking noises and turn back before long. As they are heading back to their respective rooms, they hear shouting and screaming. Rushing to the scene, they find a distraught Jade and an unconscious Miles. They learn that Miles was attacked by "some sort of chimpanzee thing" and thrown against a tree, causing a concussion. Jerome takes him to the hospital.

The next day, Theodore is obsessed with the tunnels, and drags Jerome along with him that night to explore some more. They get further than they did the evening before, but don't find anything unusual. After returning to the surface, they circle back to where Miles was attacked the previous evening and spot a bearded, shabbily dressed stranger sitting on a park bench. Theodore approaches him carefully, and they have a conversation filled with many vagaries. After the stranger leaves, Theodore discovers blood on the park bench and tries to follow him, but he is gone.

The next day, Halloween, the characters attend to some business before attending a costume part/kegger at a local campground. At some point in the evening, the party is attacked by a small giant** (8 feet tall, or so). As people are fleeing, Theodore and Jerome hang back because they can see the bearded stranger striding towards the giant, sword in hand. He motions them away. As they run for Jerome's car, they see at least one simian-looking thing*** stalking them from the edge of some trees. It leaps on top of the car as they attempt to drive away, but they manage to lose it by slamming on the brakes then taking off again.

As they make their way back to campus, they spot the bearded stranger walking by the side of the road. They pull over to give him a ride and demand answers. He responds by asking them to drive him to a field in the neighboring county. Once there he offers them a drink from a clay jar before he explains, which they accept.**** He tells them that the Tuatha de Danaan, the gods of Irish mythology, are in fact real (though the stories about them are not necessarily accurate). And not only that, but both Theodore and Jerome are actually the offspring of one of these gods.

It is about this time that the beverage they drank, which is something like a rye whiskey laced with ergot, kicks in. Theodore finds himself walking through the woods following a red doe. Finding a pond, he looks in it to see a much younger version of his mother in the hospital, evidently just after giving birth. He sees a nurse wheel the baby down to the nursery, then sees a red-haired woman appear from nowhere. She takes the baby, places a different baby in the bassinet, and then disappears. Meanwhile, Jerome wanders across a field until he encounters a large dog. Lying down, he looks up at the stars and sees, as if from overhead, a younger version of his mother in bed with a man who is not his father. As they come back to consciousness, the stranger ("Ben") informs them that Jerome's father is actually Lugh, the god of light and skill. And while his father is actually his father, Theodore's mother is actually Brigid, the goddess of fire, poetry and wisdom.

* This was entirely player-driven. I just rolled with it.
** A fir bolg.
*** A gruagach.
**** They pretty much accepted a drink from a strange container from a shabbily dressed stranger they had previously seen wielding a sword uncritically. It will be retconned into Ben using his powers to influence them, but I think they just wanted to get to the plot.

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The first session was pretty much entirely improvised, with no dice or anything. Although it really only served as a springboard to the main plot, I think it went OK as a session in and of itself. Hopefully, next week Jay will be available and his character will be introduced. He is someone who is already in the know of what is going on, and is actually quite a bit more powerful than Matt's and Mike's character is right now (our rationale is that, given how spotty Jay's attendance might be, he may need to go and Gandalf around while Theodore and Jerome pursue the main plot). We'll see how that works out.

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12.05.2008

Imminent Outbreak

I've been jonesing to play Pandemic again ever since I played it at Nuke-Con. The problem was that it was completely unavailable due to being back-ordered. No longer. It is, even as I type, in my hot little hands, just waiting to be sprung on the gaming group tonight.

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Friday Five: 12/5

In which I blather about five songs randomly selected from my iPod playlist as I listen to them.

"I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" - U2
The gospel choir version from Rattle and Hum. I liked the original version on Joshua Tree, but this one takes it to completely different level.

"Modern Love" - David Bowie
I can't pinpoint why exactly, but this is one of my favorite Bowie songs.

"If I Ever Lose My Faith in You" - Sting
While I enjoy the song, I've always liked the Alfred the Great-inspired video for it a bit better than the song itself.

"Silver and Gold" - U2
"In the shithouse a shotgun/ praying hands hold me down/ If only the hunter were hunted/ In this tic can town." This is the studio version from the Artists Against Apartheid album. As much as love the "Am I bugging you..." rant from the Rattle and Hum live version (#2 all-time, behind "Fuck the revolution..."), in some ways it detracts from what an amazingly angry and kick-ass song this actually is.

"Big Tears" - Elvis Costello
I discovered this one on a 'best of' album. It has a great low-fi sound to it with a driving backbeat and soaring organs.

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12.03.2008

Time After Time

I would consider myself a fan of Guy Gavriel Kay's Fionavar Tapestry trilogy, even though I have previously described it as "so '70s it hurts." Imagine my surprise when I found out it was actually written in the mid to late '80s. As it turns out, Kay's dialogue just has that hazy, late '70s vibe. You know, the one where guys call their girlfriends "Lady" and you can hear it capitalized.

Since I hadn't read anything else by Kay, I was a bit surprised to encounter that vibe again in the erstwhile modern day setting of his latest book - Ysabel. The story itself is compelling enough even if it is a bit murky in places about how the metaphysics of it are working. Plot has never been Kay's weakness, though. Once again, it is the characters, who are just a bit too competent while also being just a bit too quirky, and how they speak to each other where the book suffers a bit. I could excuse this more in Fionavar, where most of the characters come from a fantasy realm (and the ones that aren't are the type of people that go to a Celtic Studies conference and say "Lady" a lot). It seems a lot more incongruous alongside mentions of iPods and Google, though.

I've been meaning to get around to some of Kay's historical fantasies. I don't think it will bother me quite as much if they are filled with the same oddly stilted dialogue, as long as sweeping nature of his stories comes through loud and clear.

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12.01.2008

I Hardly Knew Her

We had six people for poker Friday night (besides myself, there was my dad, Matt and Jay from regular game night, and my wife's nephews Andy and Phil) and decided to go with straight Texas Hold'Em.

For the first game we started with 5000 in chips. Personally, I like playing with a deeper stack because you have a little more time to get something going. I remember some of the first tournaments my dad put together where we started with 1000 chips; if you didn't hit a big hand in the first two rounds you were too crippled to get much farther. Anyhow, I got some good hands early, then cruised a bit through the middle rounds, never down but never up too much either. I started hitting again about the time people were busting out. I put dad out for third place, which gave me about a 3:1 chip lead over Phil going into heads-up play. Heads-up only lasted one hand though. Phil put in a big raise, and I re-raised with pockets 5s large enough to put him all in. He called with Ace-Jack suited, but couldn't make his hand.

For the second game, we went with 2000 chips to start for a quicker game (in theory). Dad built a huge lead through the middle rounds but went cold and wound up going out in 4th place. Andy and I had similar (small) stacks at that point, and I put him out for the honor of facing Phil as a 5:1 chip underdog. Heads-up play lasted for over a full round this time. I got as close to 2:1 in chips, but I could never quite get even footing, and Phil could never quite knock me out until the blinds got big enough I was basically all in with the big blind.

It was one of the more successful nights of poker I've had in a while, and I wish I could say it was because of skill. Actually, I thought about what I was doing a lot less than I normally do. So maybe I overthink when I play usually. Or maybe I'm overthinking now... Whatever the case, I'm sure all the good cards I was getting helped.

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