Lost in the Webernets.

I tried to post to my game today, but it was eaten. I just sent it again--I saved the posting, just in case of such an instance. You see, the posting was made to a mailing list, and this mailing list has a long and illustrious history of sometimes losing things.

My game started in 1998, as an offshoot of Circle Daybreak, which is a site for fans of L.J. Smith. The game is an RPG, so we run around writing posts from the point of view of L.J. Smith's characters. This was the game that got me into writing.

I will write more about it shortly, but my landpeople just called and said I can come over and take pictures and measurements of my soon-to-be-room.

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And now I'm back, a little worse the wear for Naan n' Curry, red wine and chai. I got get my measurements and pictures, and also about 45 minutes of standing on a ladder holding up telephone wires in the rain. I will put the pictures and a schematic thingy up when I am less toasted.

So, game: I just re-sent the post, and it looks like it will go through this time, rawk. I don't feel like it's my best post ever, but being as posting is a quick and dirty style of writing, most of my posts are frankly not going to be worthy of praise. The ones that are, I will link here. And as for the ones that aren't: the more important thing is that they get done.

In the past, posting has functioned for me like sometimes running the engine of a garage-car. It kept my imagination functional on all 8 cylinders, kept me processing the books I read and the world around me, even if I wasn't writing words-for-stories or words-for-poems or words-for-lyrics. And it's a great way, I think, to learn the details of making characters, because one is forced to walk around in their head, and answer all the questions they tell you to ask in those character creation books, and more.

It's not such a great way to learn, say, plot, or setting. But that's a discussion for another time.

I am a hobbit.

It was cold today, so I didn't do much. It is in general hard for me to get motivated when I am cold. Possibly this makes San Francisco a bad place for me to live. But I love many things that are here.

Like my landpeople. They are making me a new room, so that my beloved roommate can go live with her parents again. I was worried about the new room--last time I saw it, the walls still had holes in them, sheetrock abounded, and there was still an illegal inherited kitchen to rip out. Now I'm thinking this might actually be all right.

Alas, though there are plans for a roman-style mural and garden on the wall my window faces, this probably will not be completed for many months. You see, the backyard is currently concrete, and a jackhammer must first intervene. But my hopes are high. The room is large enough for a full mattress, my desk, and (hopefully) one tall bookshelf. The closet is big enough to put a vanity inside it.

The vanity I should be picking up on Saturday apparently hails from a salon--there are lightbulbs 'round the mirror, and small drawers in the table bit, and it looks high off the ground. This is good because I will be able to put shoes and plastic drawers underneath it, and thus, all my organizational problems will be solved. It helps that my organizational problems are small.

I will post pictures when I get a chance. But for now, content yourself with the description that the room is small and hobbit-like, which suits me just fine.