In which I spout a few words about how to game, while traveling to a game. (Yes, the title is a pun.)
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In which I spout a few words about how to game, while traveling to a game. (Yes, the title is a pun.)
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In which I talk about the gaming I normally do on Monday, because it’s Monday.
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Ah, one of my favourite topics of all times! My hobby, my passion, my god I’ve got a lot of games on my shelf.. But first, some blather about my day.
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Becoming someone else is hard.
I don’t mean changing who you actually are, but rather, the process of putting on a role, such as what an actor or a gamer does.
I’m not really an actor — I’ve done some audio drama and one stage play in high school — but I am a gamer. I love to game, but have a very hard time truly inhabiting a character. To do that requires, I think, a certain sense of empathy and imagination, which I have when I’m writing, but when it comes to gaming I’m often just a bit too tired to focus and summon that skill.
I should clarify for the newbs: when I say “gaming”, I’m not referring to video games, I’m referring to old-school, table-top, pen-and-paper, dice-and-character-sheets, game-master-and-players kind of gaming. I’ve been doing that since about 1991, playing in dozens of games — perhaps hundreds by now? I’ve probably run a dozen or two games, with varying success, and I’ve written game skeletons, fictions and even a few very bad game systems.
When I say “gaming”, I mean gaming.
And it’s hard to do.
At least for me.. Continue reading
I now look upon a collared shirt with no vest or no tie as somewhat lacking. It’s like it lacks structure and form.
A collared shirt alone is a void. Like space without stars. Or an empty ice cream bucket.
Much like a face without a beard.
Or maybe just my face without a beard. Although now I’ve had chance to grow a moustache. With only half of the month completed, I can know call myself “moustachio’d”.
That is, if anyone can. (It largely depends on the word-status of “moustachio’d”..)
It’s been an interesting month to challenge myself. Growing a moustache. Regularly blogging about it. Learning acoustic guitar. Wearing a vest every Tuesday. And yesterday: hemming pants. Continue reading