October 31, 2011

Trick or Treat 2011

We weren't planning on being home tonight due to a regularly scheduled Monday night meeting.  When the meeting was cancelled we stocked up on candy for the potential onslaught of tykes toting tiny treatbags.

Needless to say the onslaught was more of a trickle.  The first Trick or Treater showed up about 6:30 PM and by 8:30 PM we've started getting the High Schoolers.  I'd guess we've had maybe 20-30 kids.

I've noticed a couple of things this year that bug me.  The first two are probably just me being a crotchety old fart, but the third simply pisses me off.

1) Kid trick-or-treating are way too grabby.  When I present "the bowl" and say, "Please pick a candy bar", inevitably the little buggars grab a handful.  One kid did ask nicely if he could have a Kit-Kat and a Reese's.  Ask nicely and of course you can have a second piece.

2) Few kids say thank you without having their parent present to remind them to say thanks.  I'd put the number at less than 20%.

3) A significant number of kids (in my opinion, any more than 1, but I'd say about 20% again) were being driven around by a parent.  That sound innocuous, but picture this: a kid is walking from house to house while their parent follows along in the car.  Instead of parking the car and walking alongside with your kid you make him/her walk by themselves while you sit in your nice warm car.  If something happens to your kid, what the hell are your going to do.....drive off for assistance?  If you are so "worried" about your kid, just go to your church Halloween function and be done with it.

Edit: I had to post this picture of my cat "guarding" the candy bowl and looking out the window for Trick-or-Treaters.

Vaccinations

Lately I've been watching documentaries on Netflix.  For some reason I popped on one regarding vaccinations.  Right now the lead proponent of the anti-immunization effort is questionable Jenny McCarthy, along with her partner in crime Jim Carrey.  I was a fan of Jenny when she was a Playmate (come on, I was 19 when she was Playmate of the Year), but a couple years later when she started bad-mouthing Playboy, she was off my list.  Seriously, all of a sudden being "too good" for the very organization that made you popular....not cool.  Don't get me started on Jim.  I've never been a fan of actors that a) Hog ever second of the spotlight they can and/or b) Leave their spouse the moment they get a taste of fame.

October 30, 2011

Kool-Aid

This afternoon I was feeling a little parched and decided to get myself a drink.  We have a water cooler, but I passed it to go to the fridge.  My choices were whole milk, Sam Adams Oktoberfest, some Hornsby's Hard Apple Cider, two-year old Possman Frankfurter Applewine, a Dr. Pepper, some Pepsi, and some Fred Meyer Almond Milk.  There was also some pickle-juice, but I was fresh out of Wheaties.*

Crap...nothing to drink.

Well, the Almond Milk was tempting.  I didn't feel like "drinking", so the alcohol was off the menu.  I try not to drink "regular" sodas and the Dr. Pepper belongs to my wife's friend (why it is still in my fridge, I cannot tell you).  The whole milk is for cooking and while I'm not lactose intolerant, I do tend to pass a lot of gas when consuming milk.  I know, TMI.

I need me some Kool-Aid!  Fortunately I have a lot of it at the house.  Allegedly Kool-Aid is just for kids.  I have to call BS on that one.  I've been a sucker for Kool-Aid since I was a kid.  When I was younger I had two things to drink at my Dad's house: milk and Kool-Aid.  I can remember when I made the switch to skim milk and my family went to RAW milk.  Ummm....nothing like having to skim the pure fat off of you milk before you could drink it.  Needless to say I drank even more Kool-Aid.  I don't remember what we had when I was with my mother except Pepsi.  She drank it like it was liquid crack.

Anyway, I liked the Kool-Aid.  Probably around my freshman year of High School I started collecting those Kool-Aid points in earnest.  I had enough points to buy a watch, an alarm clock, and I remember getting the Kool-Aid video game for the Atari 2600.  Does that date me or what?

I honestly can't tell you if I drank much Kool-Aid when I was in the Air Force or not.  I doubt it.  When I got out and moved to Idaho, I definitely picked it back up.  At one time I probably had several thousand Kool-Aid packets stockpiled at the house.  Back in 2003 (or so, I'm guessing) there were a serious of Kool-Aid promotions that caught my attention.  One grocery chain that tends to have higher retail prices than everybody else had tons of Kool-Aid coupons instead of having reasonable prices.  Before you get into me, I spent enough time in retail management to know that generally speaking grocery stores have a very small margin on boxed goods, but when you see such a price discrepancy between chains, there is no way that it can all be chalked up to differences in cost.    These coupons were manufacturer's coupons for $1.00 off when you bought ten packages. Another chain located here in the valley had their Kool-Aid slightly reduced at 10 packs for $1.00.  It was worth my time to get all the coupons I could from one chain and use them at the other.

Technically the Kool-Aid wasn't free since I still had to pay the sales tax.  You know what is even better than getting Kool-Aid for free?  Yes, you are correct.....getting paid to buy Kool-Aid!  Pretty early on in the process I was getting my coupon doubled, so I was basically earning 94 cents to take home 10 packs of Kool-Aid.   You know I took full advantage of that!

It is surprising just how little room those packets take up in a box crammed somewhere in the kitchen.  A couple of years ago I went through and sorted all of the packets, just keeping my two favorite flavors.  I gave the rest away to a family that had a LOT of kids.  Now I'm pretty much down to just a couple hundred packets of Blastin' Berry Cherry.  It is good to know they still make that flavor in case I do run out.

I make mine with Equal (Saccarine) instead of sugar.  Over the years some of the packets tend to have their contents get a bit clumped up and crystallized a bit.  With those I just have to let them sit in the water and give it a good stir before drinking.  Since I only like it cold, I can just make up a batch and stir/shake it when it cools.  Good times.

*When I was in 6th or 7th grade my uncle (3 years older) and my brother conspired against me.  They threatened to lie to my parents that I had done some horrible thing unless I drank this concoction they made that consisted of pickle-juice, milk, OJ, Wheaties, and God-only-know-what-else.  Of course I threw up.  In fact I got so sick they became worried they'd get in trouble.  They promised to do anything to prevent me from telling on them.  Of course I made them drink the same concoction.  That pukey afternoon became known as the Pickle Juice & Wheaties incident.

Halloween Party!

Today was the big Toastmasters Club 61 Halloween Party.  I spent the last twenty-four hours rushing to finish our costumes...with mixed results.

My Ellis towing cap and the first aid packs arrived Friday.  Friday night I spent coloring the neck and sleeves of my Bullshifters shirt brown, but I forgot to wash the shirt again which meant the next was all pulled out and distorted (It is hard to color those).  My biggest task was getting the first aid kits squared away.  I managed to get all of the old imprint removed and all I had to do was get the new stuff painted on.  After masking everything I tried to give it a nice coat of spray paint.  The paint went everywhere it wasn't supposed to and pretty much ruined them.  Hopefully I can remove the new paint and start again, but it's too late for this party.

The next big project was finishing my bile bomb.  I was able to get the lid put together easy enough, and I was able to get the flip bar made out of plasticard.  With a little work using a heat gun I was able to shape it how I wanted.  The hard part was cutting out the part of the top that let me run the cotter pin through.  That was a mess and very difficult.  I think next time I would drill the hole first and then work to cut away the parts of the lid I need to.  I have the parts to remake one should I want to.

The plan was originally to find a small blacklight (do they make blacklight LEDs?) and fill the tube with a slime that is phosphorescent.  Since there is no blacklight, I just went with a thicker water/cornstarch solution, with a hint of school glue.

The next prop I needed to work on was the Molotov Cocktail.  All I had to do for that was make the labels and slop them on an appropriate bottle.  I wouldn't have minded using a real whiskey bottle, but for safety reasons I wanted to go with plastic.  I found a cheap 99 cent bottle of root beer that would suffice.  I soaked the label off and put a hole in the cap.  After that all I needed to do was stick a piece of t-shirt through the hole, add a knot, and give the free end a quick burn.  I keep a pile of old t-shirts to use as rags, so material wasn't an issue.

Pills...check.  Boomer Bile....check.  Molotov Cocktail.....yep.  Guns.....oh, yes...almost forgot.  I still had to fasten the flashlights to the Uzis.  I used zip ties instead of electrical tape.  Once that detail was wrapped up we were ready to go to the party.

 

October 29, 2011

Netflix

I was first exposed to Netflix around 2002 by my supervisor.  He was pretty excited about it, but at the time I still preferred going down to my local video store.  I couldn't imagine having to fill out a list of movies and having to wait to watch something.

Fast forward seven years and I'm a subscriber.  Netflix let the wife and I watch movies we just couldn't find at the video store.  Of course now we don't have a video store, but we do have Redbox.  Between cable, Netflix, and Redbox we were set.  Then I quit my job.

When you've got money coming in and you pay your bills automatically it is easy to let a few things slip by you.  Cable was one of those things.  I noticed this spring that Netflix had pretty much taken over our TV viewing.  When over a month went by where we hadn't turned on the cable, that was $55 a month that needed to go.  There are a few shows we miss, like Chuck and Mythbusters, but we can get the DVDs or watch live later.  Carolyn doesn't want to wait so she is buying Mythbusters on iTunes.  Still a LOT cheaper than paying for a mostly unused cable, and we can watch things on our schedule, not theirs.

Streaming Netflix through our Xbox has been great.  We were already using the Xbox to control our Media Center PC, so using it for Netflix was a no-brainer.  Last year I even went so far as to get a second Xbox just to extend that functionality to the bedroom TV.

The only thing I'm not a huge fan of is sharing my Netflix cue with my wife.  It isn't that I don't mind sharing things, after all I did marry her, it's just that &^%#$! Xbox requires the Netflix subscriber to have a gold account.  Carolyn doesn't play video games for the most part, so paying $50 a year just so she can have her own Netflix feed is overkill.  I subscribe to the 2 DVDs at a time plan and Netflix would let me split that up between us (1 DVD each) which would also get each of us our own feed.

Why would I care?  Netflix likes to make suggestions on what they think you would like to watch.  I wish they would base their recommendations on shows you actually have watched, not just put in your que.

Here were my latest recommendations:

Gilmore girls.....kill me now before my man card is taken away.  Was this based on the fact I liked Happy Gilmore?  I love that flick!  Bob Barker saying "The Price is Right.......bitch" was classic.

 What a Girl Wants.  I've seen this flick, I think...er, never heard of it before.

 I definitely never heard of the last movie and quite frankly I don't even want to bother to look it up.  Tales of the Gold Monkey however, I have heard of.  I think Carolyn does want to watch it.  Isn't it just a live-action version of Talespin?


These four movies were all in the same recommended category, by the way.  Netflix suggests lots of other movies too, just in specific categories.

You'll notice I haven't brought up the whole pricing fiasco that has plagued Netflix recently. I don't see any reason to comment other that to say it appears that the free market made a self-correction in this regard.  Capitalism can work comrades!

October 28, 2011

"Last Minute" Prep

Tomorrow is the Club 61 Halloween party and my last costuming pieces arrived in the mail today.  Since I ordered them on the 8th of October, there is nothing like getting something almost too late.

I still have a lot of little things to do to get our two costumes ready.  I've got the graphics done, just need to get them printed and applied.  I also have to do some painting to get the first aid kits squared away, some boomer puke to make, and some cookies for the party.  If I have any extra time I wouldn't mind taking some silver paint to dry brush some wear and tear onto our plastic weapons.

I'm liking how it is all coming together, but the costumes are just too damned clean.  Believe it or not I just don't have the time to get them as appropriately dirty as I'd like.  If we end up wearing these outfits to some kind of cosplay event (not that I go to those), then I'd need to take the extra step.  I also wouldn't mind mounting some sort of blacklight into my bile bomb to make the boomer puke fluoresce.  That would be cool.

I'm going as Ellis and Carolyn is dressing up as Zoey.   I'll try to get some pics posted and eventually will have a break-down of my bile bomb....assuming I finish it on time and it looks good.

October 27, 2011

200th Post

Woo Hoo! (or for you KoDT fans.... Hoody Hoo!)  I've reached my 200th Blog entry.

My very 1st post was made on December 20th, 2004.  I'll warn you now if you feel like clicking that link to view the post that there is a picture of my friend Rob's hairy tattooed butt.

Wow...December 2004.  A lot has happened since then while some things have remained the same.  In September 2004 I had quit my job at Fred Meyers so I could look for a better job.  I had been working as the Relief Assistant HOM Manager.  I had made a deal with my supervisors to help me attend Boise State University.  My general shift was 2 PM to 11:30 PM, but it wasn't uncommon to have to work until 1 AM or even as late as 2 AM.  My normal days off were Tuesday and Thursday, but there was a LOT of variation, especially when I wasn't taking classes.  Early shifts started at 5 AM, so I could realistically have to work anywhere from 5 AM to 2 AM, 7 days a week on a schedule that changes every week.  It's hard to look for work with that kind of work schedule.  "Can you come in next Tuesday at 3 PM for an interview?"  Hell if I knew....

Fast forward to today.  Again I'm on the market looking for work.  Have been for almost a year.  There are lots of good opportunities opening up, so I'm actually much more hopeful than I have been since I started.  I would be extremely surprised if I don't get a couple interviews in the next few weeks, preferably after my bone marrow harvest.

The last seven years.....wait a second, 200 posts in seven years?  That means I've posted, on average, every 12 days.  That sucks.  You have to admit I've been much more serious about posting these last two months.  I'm trying to post every day.  I do have another blog which pretty much is themed to playing HackMaster, so my overall blogging post count is actually higher.

Anyway, in the last seven years I've come across a lot of blogs.  I tend to return to those that I enjoy providing one of two traits exist: they post nearly every day and/or they post some great content.  For me great content usually means the blog is themed and I enjoy the theme.  Of course you could post a lot and just drivel on about nothing and I won't stick around for long.  Hopefully that previous sentence doesn't describe my blog.  I've been working to post something worthwhile every day for your reading pleasure.


For the most part I have no clue who reads this blog.  I know a couple of friends do because they tell me so.  I know that at least one blogger I follow checks in at least occasionally.  At the time of this entry I have a whopping three (Count 'em...1, 2, yep...3) people who actually "follow" this site through that whole Google Connect.  I had to sleep with one of those followers to get her to sign up, and I had to marry one follower's sister to get him on board.  I guess that makes one follower I didn't have to shill out for in some way.  Well now you know I'm not beyond whoring myself out for followers AND that I'm probably not worth following.

I still appreciate everyone who does check in on my not-so-random musings.

That ClusterMap is a map of everyone who has stopped by this place in roughly the last year.  All of the available continents are represented, and understandably most of my visitors are from the US.  I think that one spot in Russia is actually some kind of spyder that has been indexing this site for some reason.  I don't think it is a person.  If it is, I apologize Comrade.  There is a decent sized spot in Malaysia also.  That I don't think is a spyder, but actually a bunch of people.  If you've ever randomly gone through some Blogger blogs using that "next blog" button, which I don't have, you'll find a HUGE amount of blogs from that part of the world.

Well, here's to another 200 posts.  Hopefully I'll be hitting that milestone sometime early next summer.

Stevil Van Hostile




Do you know Stevil from the hit comic book Knights of the Dinner Table?  Not sure if Stevil is based off of Steve Johansson from Kenzer & Company, but I've spent enough time around Stevil, er I mean Steve, that I totally see the influence.  Even if Stevil is based off of Steve, they are two totally different characters.....and they both are characters.

Stevil.....the real one...he tells it like it is.  He likes to go off on these little rants about games, gamers, and life in general that are hilarious to watch.  The thing about his rants though, when I ignore the delivery and actually listen to what he's saying I tend to find I really agree with him.  The man is very insightful at times.

Even though he's a member of the D-Team, he doesn't participate all that much on the KenzerCo Forums.  The man is busy, ok.  When he does post it is usually to put up some new alpha or beta testing material for the upcoming release of HackMaster.  Most of the playtesters are running a mix of HackMaster Basic and whatever new rules have been released for testing.

Stevil's name and image have recently been cropping up to taunt GMs that have dropped the ball and given their players far too much control, or GMs that simply screwed the pooch.  I'm currently playing in an adventure where another table's GM apparently specifically went against the authors specific instructions regarding the introduction of the adventure and of course the players had a cakewalk.

I'm not sure Bulburd will survive his zombie adventure, but I'll be damned sure that he takes as many deadheads as he cane with him!

This other GM.....some of the GMs are giving him a well-deserved hard time.  Steve chimed in to say something about the God of Assassins.  Piecing things together it sounds like this GM has a player who follows the Assassin deity and was able to command the undead in the adventure, forcing them to immolate themselves in a bonfire the players built.  Assuming this is true, there are some issues with this.  a) Clergy of the Assassin God evidently don't have the ability to affect the undead in any way, b) There were some penalties (I don't know what) that should have made commanding/turning much more difficult...possibly impossible, c) Undead aren't going to off themselves.  That should have been construed as an attack and their control ended at that point.

Someone else had posted a pic of Stevil's floating head which I appropriated to commemorate Stevil's thoughts on the Assassin God possibly seeing a contract kill shambling around as the undead.  The second pic was just my entry in making fun of the GM.

If you would like to make your own KenzerCo/HackMaster/Aces & Eights floating head spouting Stevilisms.  Here's a base file:

EDIT I had another go, using some higher rez pics and downloading a nicer background.  The heads aren't as big, but I can play around with them easier.




October 26, 2011

Big Sister Night

I was pretty active in the Boy Scouts in my youth, as well as a good portion of my military career.  Every year I was involved in the ritual that is Boy Scout Summer Camp.  First as a camper for two (maybe three) years and then as a staff member for five.  Camp Wapello was practically in my back yard since I'm from Pulaski, IA.  I also worked up at Camp Mitigwa for three years.  Heck, I lived at Mitigwa for a while before and after the 1991 camping season while I was getting my head straight trying to figure out what to do.  There has been a lot of conflict between the supporters of both camps and my father, an old-time Scouter and Wapello staffer in '65 and '66, has been involved since the get go.

October 25, 2011

Tards

Sometime in the last century, during the time of my youth, "tard" was a derogatory term that was short for "retarded".  It was specifically reserved for someone who definitely was not retarded.  I'm not what you would call "politically correct" by any stretch of the imagination, but I'm also not one to consciously piss people off for something as little as an easily avoided word or phrases.

That being said, this blog post title was deliberately chosen to entice you to read this post.  Well, to continue to read this post.

Today I had to go to Fred Meyer for a quick health screening for our insurance and I noticed a couple of retarded kids at the store.  Hard to miss a kid wearing a helmet.  They were with another kid, I'd say high school aged.  As I check out there is another high schooler and another mentally challenged kid, along with an adult.

OK, I figure there must be a class outing or some such.

Since I had to fast for my screening, I'm famished.  There is a Wendy's across the parking lot to help me take care of this rumbling in my belly.  At Wendy's there are a fair number of high school kids including a couple more mentally challenged folks and a couple of adults.  The kid to adult ratio is pretty high.  This definitely has to be some sort of class event, but it doesn't feel like one to me.  I'm amazed at how normal everything seems to be.  It's more of an adult normal.  I'm pretty much used to seeing groups of high schoolers act pretty stupid...the larger the group, the worse their behavior can be.  These kids were pretty sedate.

I found the whole experience kind of cool.  When I was in high school the special ed kids were pretty much separated from the other kids and those times they were integrated they were largely ignored.  I can remember a whopping two actual interactions with one of the few special ed kids we had.  For the sake of this post I'll call him "Biff".  I never went to school or have even met a person met Biff, so I feel comfortable using that name.

Biff wasn't in any regular classes with other students, or at least none that I'm aware of.  If not for seeing his picture in our school yearbook I doubt I'd remember we were in the same grade, much less school.  I'm not sure, but I think he entered school a year before me so he would have been on the five year plan to be a senior the same year I was.  As someone who took 15 years to finish his first bachelor's degree, I think Biff is doing a pretty decent job.

My class got to have a Senior school trip where we went skiing at one of the few ski slopes in Iowa.  I suck at skiing, but I'm one of the few members of my class that had been skiing multiple times before.  As such, I had no problems getting ready to hit the slopes.  A rather cute girl in my class was having problems with her boots so I helped her out.  Biff was right beside her and was having the same difficulty.  She asked for my help, I'm not sure if Biff did or not, but either way it wasn't a big deal.  I helped him out and asked if he was "cool".  Thanks, yep...and he clumsily clomped away.  There is no graceful way to walk around in ski boots, especially your first time.  I remember looking up and seeing the Principle staring at me.  It was a bit spooky since it was like he was looking through me.  The rest of that trip....well that trip went very bad later that day, but it is another story that probably won't be told since I was a just a bit player in that one.

The next spring when we were going through graduation prep I run into Biff again.  Unlike some of my readers, I did not go to a big school.  My class was the largest in a decade at a whopping 120ish seniors.  We are all assembled in the gym and we're told that we have to choose partners to walk down the main aisle with and sit next to during the graduation ceremony.  All of the cool kids seem to have known about this before hand and people have already paired off.  Biff doesn't have anyone to walk with so I ask him if he'd walk with me.  I doubt that 22 years later anyone remembers much anything about that graduation other than the Valedictorian.  I remember that I walked with Biff and that I got to wear my National Honor Society sashy-thing and a set of honor cords my stepmother claimed as her own for some reason after the ceremony.

Believe me, I'm not some great guy for being nice to Biff these two times.  As far as I'm concerned the fact that it was Biff is merely coincidental.  It could have been anyone else and for all my other classmate interactions it was someone else.

When I saw these teenagers having a pretty normal afternoon at the store and at the burger joint it struck me how odd it really was because this was not what I had in school.  The self-realized irony was not that these few kids were retarded, but how much my own classmates were.  My classmates, I'm certain myself included, weren't all that nice to our mentally challenged students.  Hell, many were not nice to any of their classmates.  Some guys were just plain assholes.  Some of those assholes have eventually matured into pretty decent guys.  But back then, most of us were "limited in emotional development".

A lot of us were Tards.  It was nice to see today's teens in a much more favorable light.




re·tard·ed

adj, \ri-ˈtär-dÉ™d\

Definition of RETARDED

: slow or limited in intellectual or emotional development or academic progress

Zompocalypse Part II

SPOILER ALERT!

If you plan on playing Kenzer & Company's Dusk of the Dead, then don't read this entry.


Where we left off last time, our intrepid band of mercenaries were trapped on the second floor of a waystation with an unknown number of zombies milling about downstairs.  Our group, consisting of 6th level Dwarven Fighter Bolburd (M), 5th level Dwarven Fighter Salt (F), 3rd level Human Rogue Kazon (M), and 3rd level Human Caregiver Tacane (F) has had the opportunity to flee the waystation, but instead has chosen to remain and deal with the problem at hand.  A very brief discussion about burning the place down with the zombies trapped inside was dismissed out of hand.  This waystation exists here for a tactical reason as much as a financial one.  It supports the keep by protecting the caravans that travel to it, so it must remain intact.  Thankfully we aren't too keen on keeping the place pristine.

The two rooms we are in at the moment have already been smashed up a bit.  Bolburd and Tecane hole up in the smaller room while Salt and Kazon take the larger room next door.  Their doors open up at right angle to each other in the small hallway bordering the third, larger bedroom.  The idea is that Salt and Bolburd will engage zombies coming up the stairs and down the hallway two-to-one.  If we need to attempt to turn them, Tecane can be seen down the hallway from the small room.  The ladder we used to climb up to the room is partially in the room, with the bulk of it sticking out the window.  We've weighed down the end with our packs to keep the far end up off the ground.  The very last steps are for Kazon to move some furniture into the hallway to try and make it single-file access only while Bolburd smashes a hole in the wall between the two rooms.  If we need to move between rooms, we won't be able to use the hallway.

Moving the furniture and smashing the hole in the wall brings forth the zombies.  Salt and Bolburd take down the first two without difficulty.  We realize that body disposal might be an issue since we have to let the zombies have some access to us.  Tecane bashes another hole in the wall for us to drag and drop bodies into the courtyard below if needed.  Zombies come up the stairs into our trap, but some veer off into the larger room.  Kazon was wanting to get into the fight and he doesn't have to wait long as zombies eventually crash through the adjoining wall from the large bedroom into his room.  Since he is being attacked by multiple zeds Tecane goes through the hole into the next room to help him out.  She is quickly grabbed and the battle in the hallway is bogging down.  The zombie bodies are impeding the progress of new combatants, so Bolburd goes to help what is shaping up to be a larger battle in the other room.  Bolburd manages to knock the zombie on Tecane away from her, but two more grab on.  They start munching away and Bolburd is unable to help as he gets grabbed as well.  OOC: When zombies latch on to a PC, that PC has their weapon damage limited to a d6p.  That makes it difficult to knock any zombies back.  Furthermore, once a PC has been grabbed twice (doesn't have to be the same zombie) every adjacent zombie gets a free 1d4p bite....every 10 seconds! 

Tecane soon goes down and is at negative hit points.  It is up to Bolburd and Kazon to try and save her.  Bolburd is severely hampered because he has been grabbed, but he manages to kill the zombie on him which coincidentally had a hold on Tecane.  Kazon manages to knockback and kill the second zombie on Tecane.  These actions briefly create a little breathing room, allowing Bolburd to grab the unconscious Cleric and toss her body somewhere behind him before moving to plug up the hole in the wall with his own body.  He'll have to fight zeds two-to-one, but he hasn't been injured yet, so he might prevail.  OOC: I had to use my KoDT Mulligan to try (and fail initially) to knock back a zombie and Kazon's player Adam ended up using a mulligan and burning 10 Honor to force a re-roll.  Tecane's player Jaime also burned some honor to up her defense from another grab (and set of free bites) and to stabilize her wounds.  Essentially we had to pull out all the stops and be a little lucky.

Salt has been kicking ass in the hallway this whole time, but she is almost cut off from the group.  The bodies are piling up and becoming a hindrance and at one point she fumbles, which causes her shirt to become hopelessly twisted up, hindering her ability to fight.  Since the zombies are pretty much pouring into the larger bedroom she has some space to fix her impediment, which means she removes her shirt!  Salt isn't what you would call an attractive woman and hopefully she can get some clothes back on before anyone else sees her. OOC: There is a little more content regarding this here.

We had to break here and we won't be playing this game next week due to work schedules.



Weaponology

I was perusing my Netflix que on the Xbox and one of the recommended TV shows was Weaponology from the Military Channel.


Not a bad show, but probably not one I'd really want to get into.  The first ten minutes or so of Season 1: Episode 9- Booby Trap is worthwhile for player and GM viewing.  That informative ten minutes were about the beginnings of booby traps and depicted a fair number of nasty traps made with wooden sticks.

I realize that with my dual RPG and military experience going back several decades now, I don't have too much of an issue imagining how these types of traps come together.  Other players and GMs may not.  Bolburd, my Dwarven fighter, recently suffered a nasty wound from an ankle trap that limited his movement to 1/4 normal speed.  That really hurt his combat effectiveness.

On the GM side of things, imaging you have a kobold lair that the PCs are trying to infiltrate.  Those little buggars probably have a series of small, easily constructed traps littering the appropriately sized approaches to their nest.  This show could get you started on a few good examples.

As for being a player, this episode could show you why adventures often had a 10' pole.

October 24, 2011

Tortitude?

Everything is slowly getting used to the new pet dynamic that was brought into being when we adopted Polly.  There is still much hissing going on, but everyday it lessens.  Our other indoor cat, Krystal Meth (believe me, it was an appropriate name when we got her) for the most part could care less.  Our dog Tessa occasionally tries to play with Polly, but few cats would want to have anything to do with a big dumb dog.

Having Polly has been interesting.  She is very talkative and inquisitive.  More so than other cats we've had.  Polly likes to jump up on everything just to check it out.  Catching her in the act of jumping up on the kitchen counter is near impossible.  I'd only know she's doing it because she isn't so graceful jumping down as she is up.  At night she loves to rub against your face as you try to sleep and she loves to get in under the covers.  Our only saving grace so far has been Krystal.  Polly won't jump on the bed if Krystal is already there.  They have been switching off roughly every other night so I get a good night's sleep 50% of the time.

In reading up on Tortoiseshell cats I've found that they are almost always female, just like any other calico, but 1 in 3,000 males might have that coloration due to having a XXY genetic anomaly.  Evidently the coloring is tied to that same chromosome as sex is.  Evidently it is somewhat common for these Tortoiseshells to have a bit of an attitude.  They tend to be independent (even for cats), feisty, and   unpredictable.  Some have gone so far as to describe this particular mix of personalty traits "Tortitude".

Oh yes...Polly is full of Tortitude.

October 23, 2011

Dwarven Women

Female Dwarf by Nephilim-Phoenix
We had an interesting HackMaster game tonight.  I won't go into the details due to spoilers...and because I have a different blog for that kind of thing.

The night was lively as it can be facing a small horde of zombies and things happened, one of which was we know have a topless female Dwarf.  The other Dwarf in the party had also survived the zompocalypse campaign and had come around to my idea that wearing armor when fighting zombies was a bad idea.  She shed her armor in preparation for battle.  Again, there was a very brief talk of meta-gaming, but this time it was pointed out the past history that I laid out before in an earlier post.

The problem for Salt (the player likes to name her PCs after spices) was when she fumbled and got a roll result that had her armor getting bound up somehow and giving her a -1 to hit and damage until it is removed, fixed, and put back on.  Since she wasn't wearing armor, the GM simply ruled that her top was somehow snagged up.  First chance she had free, which wasn't for another in-game minute of battle, Salt simply removed her top.  Taking the time to put it back on when the rest of the group is in trouble is a bit much.

This is where I should probably mention that Salt's Looks (Comliness) score was recently raised....to a 6!  As I put it, she went from Fugly to simply Ugly.  So we now have a topless, ugly, hairy Dwarf bathed in zombie gore running around.

Doesn't that give you a wonderful mental picture?

Probably not, and not for the obvious reasons.  I don't know why gamers have such a problem accepting that Dwarven women have beards, or at least they should have beards.  With the advent of 4th Edition Dungeons & Dragons, the folks over at Hasbro have decided that not only should Dwarf women be beardless, but they should be "sexy" by our accounts.  I wish I could link to where I read this in the 4th Edition pre-release info from years ago, but I kid you not....they specifically referenced "sexy Dwarf women".

I don't get why people have a problem with this.  Tolkien, probably the greatest single source material for Fantasy Role Playing Games, was pretty clear that Dwarven women had beards.  Heck, even if you have only seen Lord of the Rings, Gimli clearly indicates that Dwarven women look so much like Dwarven men that only a Dwarf could tell them apart.

Try to find a female Dwarf with a beard.  It isn't easy to do.  The only miniatures I can find were those made by Kenzer & Company so long ago.  I know that there is an outfit getting ready to cast otherwise OOP K&C miniatures, so there is hope of getting more.  If I want a female Dwarf I pretty much have to make a paper miniature using Hero Machine.  I tried to do an image search for "female Dwarf" on Google and I think it was page 9 or 10 before I finally found one with a beard.

What the heck people?  I would think when playing a fantasy game that the imagination could be broadened just enough to accept that standards of beauty for another race (as in species, not ethnicity) could or would be different than our own.

Crap from our past...

Tonight I had dinner with the In-Laws.  Pretty good fare (corned beef & cabbage), and we brought a growler of beer from Sockeye Pub & Brewery.  Never bought a growler of beer before....that was interesting.

After dinner my Father-in-Law brought out this large box of crap.  This box-o-crap was salvaged from a couple of his cousin's safety deposit boxes.  Carolyn's Second Cousin died a couple months back and the remnants of the extended family (lots of only children, many without heirs) went out to do an initial sort of the estate.  The Cousin was a bit of a hoarder.  The "treasures" found inside these boxes were mostly pins of various types: political, educational, and some special groups (PTA, bowling, etc.)  There were also a few buttons and insignia from WWI.

When we got home I thought of some of my crap I have lying about.  I like boxes and tend to pick up ones that interest me.  Those boxes get filled with crap.  I went to grab one of my boxes and picked up another box that was with it.  One box is definitely not full of bona fide crap, but the other is filled with the same sort of stuff that my FIL was piling on the table for us to look through.

I thought it would be interesting to go through my box-o-crap.

Two boxes of many
First off, here is a shot of both boxes.  The wooden box was one of several I picked up when I was serving with IFOR (Implementation Forces) in Bosnia.  I just like the design on this thing.  A local artisian spent I don't know how much time carving this box so he could try to hawk it for a few bucks on the side of the road.  There was a decent amount of mortar shell art too, but I couldn't bring myself to purchase something made from an item that may have been used to commit genocide.  I'm a bit old-fashioned that way.  The blue box is special to me, but that will become apparent in the next paragraph.

The blue box is easy.  I got this a couple of years ago shortly after my maternal Grandfather's death.  His story is a long one I wish I knew more about, but I doubt that I will learn as much as I'd like to.  I do know that he grew up dirt-poor in Appalachia and ran away to join the Navy at 16.  He had to lie about his age to get in.  I know he made it to the top of the enlisted ranks before becoming an officer.  I know he met my grandmother on a train also serving as a troop transport and they married in (I think) San Francisco.  More germane to this blog post, my Grandfather was a Pearl Harbor Survivor.  He was aboard the USS Tennessee during the attack and at some point was trapped below deck and needed to be rescued.  The family was awarded this large medallion (?) after the funeral.  My mother obtained it after my Grandmother's death and gave it to me.  The memorial card has a brief prayer on the reverse, "Eternal rest grant unto him and let perpetual light shine upon him.  May he rest in peace.  Amen" This box is definitely not full of crap.

The wooden box is filled mostly with medals from high school.  There are a couple of other items, such as my old HackMaster Association Member pin.  I actually have a couple of these pins.  For some reason I got new ones every year for a couple of years.  My first one, or at least I assume it is my first one, is still in the plastic baggie it arrived in.

Another item of my Grandfather's is one of his National Defense Ribbon medals.  My mother gave it to me along with the Pearl Harbor Survivor token.  He probably had a bunch of these over the years and who knows when he picked this up, but it was his.  This is significant to me because I've been awarded this particular ribbon/medal myself.

One of the many activities I was involved with in high school was National History Day.  A few students have been involved in NHD before me and one managed to make it to the State level.  My Freshman year I did a project about the Kiowa Indians for the "Conflict and Compromise" theme.  I managed to place 1st at the district level and 2nd at State.  That got me the opportunity to compete at the National level of National History Day.  My Sophomore year I switched over to the research paper event and got to State again.  I may have actually placed at State, but I'm not sure.  After they announced the winners I reviewed my judging documentation and realized they didn't add up my scores correctly.  I actually placed in a totally separate category!

Another activity I was involved with was Speech.  I went to State for Speech a few times and earned medals four times.  I cannot recall what two of those medals were for, but two were inscribed on the back.  In 1987 and 1988 I was part of a small group that competed in the TV News category.  We were given a large amount of fake news stories which we had to select a certain number of events, edit them, and then use them to put on a fake broadcast, which was taped for our entry.  We went "on the air" as WKED, which stood for Working for Killer Ed, the teacher in charge of Speech.  Good times.  Now that I think of it, I remember going to State for storytelling and I competed once doing a dramatic reading and another time doing some sort of debate.  Those weren't good times, but I competed anyway.

Yet another activity was Future Problem Solving Bowl, or "Future Bowl" for short.  This was generally a gifted and talented after-school activity. Future Bowl was a doozy.  We'd get a scenario describing some future situation in elaborate detail.  It'd be a messed up situation, like global warming, and we'd have to brainstorm a number of very specific problems from within the scenario. We'd then have to pick our "best" problem and brainstorm a number of solutions.  Then we'd have to pick our top five solutions, create judging criteria, and use that criteria to select our best solution.  The last step was to write up the solution.  The kicker was that we only had three or four hours to do all of this.  It really was an exercise in creativity and formalized brainstorming sessions.  I was in Future Bowl in junior high and the transition to high school kicked thing up a notch.  We competed every year and we went to State every year.  One of the things we did was learn generally how our work was judged.  When we brainstormed our required list of 20 problems, we made sure we had an environmental problem, an economic problem, a political problem, etc.  We also really had to learn time management because finishing the exercise in the allotted time was difficult.  I enjoyed Future Bowl with the exception of some of the competition at State.  At State they added an extra weird step.  We were given an odd assortment of school and craft supply odds & ends.  With this very specific pile of crap we were expected to create some sort of play/demonstration of our solution.  I think this was an attempt to make nerdy kids look utterly stupid on stage.  The only time this was done was at State, never at Districts or in normal practice sessions.  We ended up placing 3rd in the Skit competition two years in a row.  I have to admit I feel good being able to say I have more trophies in the school's trophy case than the rest of my family.

Another activity I was in....should I now mention that I was in every non-athletic extra curricular activity my school offered except French Club (I took Spanish) and Mock Trial? Oh and Band, I never took band.

I was on our school's Quiz Bowl team.  Have you ever seen Head of the Class?  It's an academic competition much like the one in that show.  It was fun.  We went to an assortment of school competitions and each one had it's own quirks.  I recall if we went to Missouri we would get more bibleish questions.  What was the shortest bible verse?  What Angels are given by name?  That kind of stuff.  The general layout of the matches was that there would be a pop-up question and if you answered that question correctly you would get the opportunity to answer a multi-part question.  Competitions ran something like a half-hour and they generally were double elimination arrangements.  To help make things run faster, many events had a 100 point rule.  If you were beating your opponent by 100 points they'd stop the match.  We went to the Van Buren County Invitational all three years I was in Quiz Bowl and we won all three years.  I remember the final match my first year because we won 390 to 10.  It was ugly......we were playing Van Buren in the final.

My Freshman year I also ran Cross Country.  I wasn't a very good runner.  I received medals at two meets, but this isn't saying much.  The one medal was for 9th place and the other was for 13th.  My family didn't put much stock in non-athletic extra curricular activities, but sports were important.  This was a feeble attempt to get my father to approve of me.  It didn't work.  Cross Country as a competition didn't work for me, but I later loved those rare times I got to go trail running and for a while I was running several miles at least a couple times a week.  That was until my knees started bothering me.  I've always been a little heavy set.  Never had much of a runner's body.  Football is where I probably should have focused my energy.  Allegedly the Coach wanted me to go out for football, but nobody told me that until the season was over.  Probably a story for another time.

Last, but not least, are some of the convention pins I have picked up over the years.  I have more, but these are the ones from the box.  There are pins from Origins Gamefair 2006, 2007, and 2008.  The last pin is from a small convention in Salt Lake City.  We went to the first one held.  I don't know if that one is still around.

We all pick up little trinkets throughout the years that may or may not hold special meaning to us.  Just how much of this ends up being crap?  I think that if my nieces and nephews had to sort through my boxes after I'm gone they'd have just as many questions and my In-Laws have sorting through their cousin's stuff.

If you lock it away in a box where it only sees the light of day every couple of years, is it really that important to you?