shanmonster | Pi R Squared? No! Pie Are Round!

I didn't end up gaming last night. We started to, but kept getting sidetracked, so we gave up on the enterprise and shot the shit instead. We told stories, grossed one another out, drank beer, and ate pizza and wings. It was great. I did, however, pass over an excerpt from what I'd written up on Margd to Brent, the guy who's playing Malicus, and asked him what I thought. He read it, and his face fell. "Aww...," he said. "That's really sad."

Writers are demented folk, really. We're quite sadistic. We put our creations through horrible situations, and then when a reader reacts in the way we hoped for, it gives us satisfaction. We specialize in mind games. So yes, I take just as much pleasure in reader's sadness as I do their laughter, and when I see this happen, a more removed part of my psyche sits back, looks at me and says, "Shan, you're fucking twisted."

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And here's how much of a geek I am. Next week, my gaming group may be taking a field trip to Hamilton, the current setting of our game. Why are we doing this? So we can have a better idea of the geography/landmarks when we're in-game.

Gaming tourism. Why aren't there travel agencies for this?

Next stop, Borgo Pass so I can see the castle where Margd boffed Vlad Tepes.

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Tonight, I'm NPCing for a Hunters LARP.

My dorkiness knows no bounds.

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I rather miss working at the comic/game shop. It was an enjoyable job, the asshole boss notwithstanding. The people who hang out at comic shops are mostly a very entertaining bunch, and the conversations (aside from the freaks who only like to recite Star Trek spacecraft schematics) interesting. That being said, it was often a job filled with squick. Being a relatively attractive female who works in a testosterone-riddled environment has its set of problems. The biggest is accepting the fact that you're masturbation material for a sizable collection of 12-year-old boys. Yikes.

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