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The Dietary Habits of Grues, or Embracing the Inner Geek
It's a new semester. Spring isn't here yet; we're still in the depths of Winter, the days only just now starting to creep longer and longer as the sun comes back to the world. Not fast enough at all, in my opinion, but at least it's a trend I can embrace. Everything still in hibernation, stuck in this frozen holding pattern, but you can at least pretend that if you squint? You can see the shoots about to force their way up through the snow, questing for the light.
All this light and growth needs to stop right now, though, because for some reason I've a pounding headache while I try to get through syllabi and finding the right classrooms and all the rest. And for those who've seen my little shrine to the source of my headache? I'm leaving it up. As a warning, if nothing else; it'll remind me not to post in that sort of state. If I listen to myself, which I probably won't.
Speaking of other alternatives to a social life, since I've fucked that one up royally? Consider this my formal announcement: I'm going to start running a D&D game, if we've got enough interested people. I'd like to note that this is my first time playing, but I'm ready to jump in with both feet, so...be kind to me, if you're interested? I'm thinking of a once-a-week schedule, sometime on the weekend, with the first pass this weekend to get together, talk about what I have in mind, and get characters started. If you're interested, either drop me a note in this post or catch me and let me know?
Last but not least: Annie? I found my phone. It looks like I called you in the middle of...well, sometime after that post, but before I passed out. I don't remember at all what we talked about, but I have a feeling I need to apologize. A lot. Will understand if you don't want to talk to me again.
Looks like time is up; back to the grind of the rest of the day.
All this light and growth needs to stop right now, though, because for some reason I've a pounding headache while I try to get through syllabi and finding the right classrooms and all the rest. And for those who've seen my little shrine to the source of my headache? I'm leaving it up. As a warning, if nothing else; it'll remind me not to post in that sort of state. If I listen to myself, which I probably won't.
Speaking of other alternatives to a social life, since I've fucked that one up royally? Consider this my formal announcement: I'm going to start running a D&D game, if we've got enough interested people. I'd like to note that this is my first time playing, but I'm ready to jump in with both feet, so...be kind to me, if you're interested? I'm thinking of a once-a-week schedule, sometime on the weekend, with the first pass this weekend to get together, talk about what I have in mind, and get characters started. If you're interested, either drop me a note in this post or catch me and let me know?
Last but not least: Annie? I found my phone. It looks like I called you in the middle of...well, sometime after that post, but before I passed out. I don't remember at all what we talked about, but I have a feeling I need to apologize. A lot. Will understand if you don't want to talk to me again.
Looks like time is up; back to the grind of the rest of the day.
Nice to meet you, by the way! I'm Bill. But you probably gathered that.
So happens I have this Paladin...
And I am not an Elf Princess! Unless I get to be a wood elf shaman and kill things with lighting I call down from the sky. *cackles, but only a little... cackles wee*
If Dot's not playing but does come to watch, does that make her the obligatory gamer girlfriend? She should be warned if this is the case.....
A short dissertation
It all began when girls could not or would not play these games, but also could not or would not bear to spend an inkling of time away from their beloveds. They would sit and watch the game. Perhaps a coy and witty remark would tumble from their lips every blue moon. All to impress the lovely lover. (Also, it allowed the boys to prove to other boys of the same ilk that they indeed knew girlflesh, perhaps even intimately.)
In time however, the gamer girlfriend has evolved into a tangential necessity. No game is complete without at least one appearing at least one of the sessions. However, the evolution of this concept/status symbol/integral game piece allows for many variations. The gamer girlfriend need not be physically and/or emotionally involved with any of the gamers present. (We'd all like to think that she's at least connected to a player in some way, or the entire concept ropes in random strangers and crazy stalkers.) The gamer girlfriend in these modern times may even manifest as male. There are almost infinite varied possibilities. And now the gamer girlfriend is no longer an unwelcome intrusion into game space wherein someone desperately attempts to assert superiority, but an iconic trope of the gaming world.
Re: A short dissertation
Re: A short dissertation
Will you be mine? You should get to be someone's status symbol, and I doubt Hemingway would punch me in the eye. You choice of course.
Pick me please?
No. Not the eye. You have delightful eyes.
...
I mean 'where exactly would you hit me then?' A girl need to protect herself.
And thank you for the compliment.
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However, you win points for getting Dot to agree to be yours, so...you win. I may even hand out extra XP for that. (Sssh. Don't tell.)