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newnumber6So, on Saturday I went to a wedding. It was my stepsister's wedding, and she's marrying a nice guy and I'm happy for them and all, but I'm not very much a wedding person. I don't like to dress up (though I did - of course, as chilly and rainy as it was that day I wound up wearing my raincoat over my nice clothes for most of the time anyway), and thinking too long about weddings gets me a bit depressed.
Also, that portion of the family? Not the greatest planners in the world. After the church wedding, while the wedding party went to take pictures, the rest of the people in the church were supposed to head back to the Bride/Groom's house and hang out until the reception, where there was snacks and such.
The problem? Too many people, and the house was pretty small. There was very little chance of finding a place to sit, and in fact you had to constantly squeeze past people just to move from one spot to another.
Since that wasn't really appealing to my brother, his gf, and I, we went for a walk, despite the chill and rainy weather, to a coffee shop. Of course, this was out in an area that apparently doesn't believe in sit down coffee places, and it took a half hour just to walk to a gas station that had coffee. We then hung out in a playground for a while before heading back and hanging around mostly outside until it was time to go. None of us being terribly social with people we barely know, we'd planned to spend the pre-reception time off by ourselves and maybe making characters for RPG stuff, but inside it was too crowded and outside too cold and windy so that never happened.
Didn't escape a few awkward social interactions, but none of them terribly fulfilling in any way.
Anyway, then the reception. Nothing much to say. At least we were spared the majority of awkward conversation as I knew everybody at our table.
Meal was good, though, and there was lots of it. I decided that since the meal was paid for, it would be a shame to let it go to waste like most people. I ate everything put on my plate save for half of the seafood soup (which was more a taste issue than being full). Well, everything edible put on my plate, anyway. Well, save one thing, but we'll get to that later.
First there were the appetizers, ante pasto stuff. I had various stuff I can't recall, not too much of any one thing, but a lot of little things. Some vinegary-tasting mushrooms, shrimp with sauce (as is my freakesh tendency I never peel the peel and eat shrimp, because I like the crunchiness), proscutto, pizza, bread, cheese, weird possibly-cheese ball, salami, other vegetables, and probably a couple other things I'm forgetting.
The first course was then some kind of pasta. Canneloni(?), and some other pasta with a tomato-based sauce. Not bad.
Then we had brocolli, carrots, potatoes, chicken, and filet mignon wrapped in bacon. Now what I didn't realize at first was that the filet mignon wrapped in bacon contained toothpicks to hold it all together. So at one point I had something crunchy, and didn't think it was all that right, but managed to get it down. Then I discovered toothpick #2, and removed it without eating it. Then in a later bite I discovered part of toothpick #1, and removed it from my mouth. And later a second part of toothpick #1 and removed it likewise. When I lined up the toothpick bits, it seemed that about a third of a toothpick was missing from the final count.
Next up was some salad. Then there was a seafood soup. As I said, Only ate half of it - I tried some of everything that was in it (which included shrimp, clam or oyster, scallops(?), calamari, and possibly other things), but I didn't finish it because it was only okay.
Finally, for desert, there was some kind of lemon ice-creamy thing served in a frozen, hollowed out lemon. Called lemon-peel icecream I think. It was rather nice, actually, refreshing.
Anyway, I had to work early the next morning, so we were getting ready to go after all the speeches were done with. Then they had the MC person do the thing where they choose who gets to take home the centerpiece.
Now, I don't really care about the centerpiece, but it's tradition, so I went along with the instructions. Then one of the instructions was to join hands with people beside you. Then he pulls some crap about going on a world tour, first stop 'greece' where they do the greek dancing, and everyone should go around the table dancing in a circle.
There was no way to really extricate yourself once this little fact was revealed, without screwing it up for anyone who _did_ want to participate.
I should make one thing absolutely clear.
I do not dance. Oh, sure, if I had a girlfriend I might be persuaded to dance with her, one on one, but when is that likely to ever happen, and does not apply to inane 'group dances' anyway.
I resent the hell out of being forced or tricked into dancing.
That MC needs to get kicked in the balls, several times, hard. Preferably with some kind of steel-toe. And then forced to dance at gunpoint. My brother (who is of a similar bent) agrees.
I still didn't technically dance, I just walked along in the circle with joined hands and a stoney face, attempting to be as stiff and non-dancing as possible and to hold down my rapidly rising urge to kill. But the fact that I did not technically dance does not excuse it. You can dance if you want to, but leave me the hell out of it.
That pissed me off more than anything else in the whole day. Hell, maybe even the whole week.
To make matters worse (though not by much, because the mere fact of it is far worse than anything added to it), the dancing had nothing to do with the centerpiece - after the stupid world tour of dancing was done the centerpiece was awarded to a person who had done something in the instructions before it had begun.
As mentioned above, my roommates and I have been seriously talking about getting another RPG game going.
The last ones just sort of faltered after a couple games - no particular reason, we just never got around to continuing, and suddenly it was a year later and nobody really felt like continuing because nobody could remember where we left off. But we've been discussing it again. Strictly speaking, two games. I'd run a Marvel Superheroes game (the beautiful old FASERIP system), probably centered around an 'alternate' Marvel universe where mutants are still relatively new and the X-Men haven't been formed (since both my brother and his gf want to play mutants, I can have them be the first seeds of the X-Men), and allow me to make my own tweaks to the Marvel mythos, mixing in elements from 616, Ultimate, and hell, games like XET (though I won't include any XET original characters I haven't created myself unless you give me permission. I'd love it if you did, but be warned I'd mostly be taking the name, powers, and general 'concept', and might twist personality, history, and motivations to fit whatever plot I want to use them in), and my own little interpretations of what would be cool, or cutting out some of what I feel are the sillier aspects of the MU. Might be fun, anyway, although I don't really have any workable adventures yet.
Anyway, enough about my game... my brother's decided to run Cybergeneration. As I've written in other entries, CyberGen's a game I really enjoyed in terms of books and imagining it in my head, and tried to _run_ it a couple of times (online, message board based, and so not very long lasting) but I've never actually gotten a chance to _play_ it, so I'm pretty excited. Right now it's looking like my character will be a GoGanger (Biker type), with a Tinman cyberevolution (limbs and all bones replaced by metal-like reshapable material and the ability to extrude full body armor at will). I'm actually modelling the guy on Chase from Runaways, with perhaps a hint of Weevil from Veronica Mars. A generally happy guy with a hidden dark edge, not too bright in terms of booksmarts but with a certain craftiness about him. Haven't actually made up the characters yet or played of course, but that's how he is in my head. His bike will be sort of a substitute for Old Lace/The Leapfrog.
Prison Break, Heroes, and 4400 tonight. Woot. (No, not you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
woot, just a general woot).
This morning I've been idly considering trying NaNoWriMo 'officially' for the first time, since I don't have school or XET to worry about this November. Normally I just sort of promised to myself that I'd try to write a little more that month. Well, technically speaking I probably still wouldn't be 'official' since I loathe signing up for things, but that I'd actually be trying to do a 50,000 word novel rather than having no specific goal and just continuing to add a little here and there to my short stories or longer term projects. Of course, I still have myalternaljournal to keep up with and November I plan to be a 'mission month', so I'd have to be writing more of that too, to keep up, and that would take time from and not contribute to my hypothetical NaNoWriMo. Hmm. Well, I'll think about it some more.
Oh, and for anyone still wondering - that convention I went to back a month ago where I met Morena Baccarin and theoretically took her picture? Yeah, there'll be no pictures forthcoming, somehow the camera lost all of them (see, I always said my face would break any cameras!). Ah well.
Also, that portion of the family? Not the greatest planners in the world. After the church wedding, while the wedding party went to take pictures, the rest of the people in the church were supposed to head back to the Bride/Groom's house and hang out until the reception, where there was snacks and such.
The problem? Too many people, and the house was pretty small. There was very little chance of finding a place to sit, and in fact you had to constantly squeeze past people just to move from one spot to another.
Since that wasn't really appealing to my brother, his gf, and I, we went for a walk, despite the chill and rainy weather, to a coffee shop. Of course, this was out in an area that apparently doesn't believe in sit down coffee places, and it took a half hour just to walk to a gas station that had coffee. We then hung out in a playground for a while before heading back and hanging around mostly outside until it was time to go. None of us being terribly social with people we barely know, we'd planned to spend the pre-reception time off by ourselves and maybe making characters for RPG stuff, but inside it was too crowded and outside too cold and windy so that never happened.
Didn't escape a few awkward social interactions, but none of them terribly fulfilling in any way.
Anyway, then the reception. Nothing much to say. At least we were spared the majority of awkward conversation as I knew everybody at our table.
Meal was good, though, and there was lots of it. I decided that since the meal was paid for, it would be a shame to let it go to waste like most people. I ate everything put on my plate save for half of the seafood soup (which was more a taste issue than being full). Well, everything edible put on my plate, anyway. Well, save one thing, but we'll get to that later.
First there were the appetizers, ante pasto stuff. I had various stuff I can't recall, not too much of any one thing, but a lot of little things. Some vinegary-tasting mushrooms, shrimp with sauce (as is my freakesh tendency I never peel the peel and eat shrimp, because I like the crunchiness), proscutto, pizza, bread, cheese, weird possibly-cheese ball, salami, other vegetables, and probably a couple other things I'm forgetting.
The first course was then some kind of pasta. Canneloni(?), and some other pasta with a tomato-based sauce. Not bad.
Then we had brocolli, carrots, potatoes, chicken, and filet mignon wrapped in bacon. Now what I didn't realize at first was that the filet mignon wrapped in bacon contained toothpicks to hold it all together. So at one point I had something crunchy, and didn't think it was all that right, but managed to get it down. Then I discovered toothpick #2, and removed it without eating it. Then in a later bite I discovered part of toothpick #1, and removed it from my mouth. And later a second part of toothpick #1 and removed it likewise. When I lined up the toothpick bits, it seemed that about a third of a toothpick was missing from the final count.
Next up was some salad. Then there was a seafood soup. As I said, Only ate half of it - I tried some of everything that was in it (which included shrimp, clam or oyster, scallops(?), calamari, and possibly other things), but I didn't finish it because it was only okay.
Finally, for desert, there was some kind of lemon ice-creamy thing served in a frozen, hollowed out lemon. Called lemon-peel icecream I think. It was rather nice, actually, refreshing.
Anyway, I had to work early the next morning, so we were getting ready to go after all the speeches were done with. Then they had the MC person do the thing where they choose who gets to take home the centerpiece.
Now, I don't really care about the centerpiece, but it's tradition, so I went along with the instructions. Then one of the instructions was to join hands with people beside you. Then he pulls some crap about going on a world tour, first stop 'greece' where they do the greek dancing, and everyone should go around the table dancing in a circle.
There was no way to really extricate yourself once this little fact was revealed, without screwing it up for anyone who _did_ want to participate.
I should make one thing absolutely clear.
I do not dance. Oh, sure, if I had a girlfriend I might be persuaded to dance with her, one on one, but when is that likely to ever happen, and does not apply to inane 'group dances' anyway.
I resent the hell out of being forced or tricked into dancing.
That MC needs to get kicked in the balls, several times, hard. Preferably with some kind of steel-toe. And then forced to dance at gunpoint. My brother (who is of a similar bent) agrees.
I still didn't technically dance, I just walked along in the circle with joined hands and a stoney face, attempting to be as stiff and non-dancing as possible and to hold down my rapidly rising urge to kill. But the fact that I did not technically dance does not excuse it. You can dance if you want to, but leave me the hell out of it.
That pissed me off more than anything else in the whole day. Hell, maybe even the whole week.
To make matters worse (though not by much, because the mere fact of it is far worse than anything added to it), the dancing had nothing to do with the centerpiece - after the stupid world tour of dancing was done the centerpiece was awarded to a person who had done something in the instructions before it had begun.
As mentioned above, my roommates and I have been seriously talking about getting another RPG game going.
The last ones just sort of faltered after a couple games - no particular reason, we just never got around to continuing, and suddenly it was a year later and nobody really felt like continuing because nobody could remember where we left off. But we've been discussing it again. Strictly speaking, two games. I'd run a Marvel Superheroes game (the beautiful old FASERIP system), probably centered around an 'alternate' Marvel universe where mutants are still relatively new and the X-Men haven't been formed (since both my brother and his gf want to play mutants, I can have them be the first seeds of the X-Men), and allow me to make my own tweaks to the Marvel mythos, mixing in elements from 616, Ultimate, and hell, games like XET (though I won't include any XET original characters I haven't created myself unless you give me permission. I'd love it if you did, but be warned I'd mostly be taking the name, powers, and general 'concept', and might twist personality, history, and motivations to fit whatever plot I want to use them in), and my own little interpretations of what would be cool, or cutting out some of what I feel are the sillier aspects of the MU. Might be fun, anyway, although I don't really have any workable adventures yet.
Anyway, enough about my game... my brother's decided to run Cybergeneration. As I've written in other entries, CyberGen's a game I really enjoyed in terms of books and imagining it in my head, and tried to _run_ it a couple of times (online, message board based, and so not very long lasting) but I've never actually gotten a chance to _play_ it, so I'm pretty excited. Right now it's looking like my character will be a GoGanger (Biker type), with a Tinman cyberevolution (limbs and all bones replaced by metal-like reshapable material and the ability to extrude full body armor at will). I'm actually modelling the guy on Chase from Runaways, with perhaps a hint of Weevil from Veronica Mars. A generally happy guy with a hidden dark edge, not too bright in terms of booksmarts but with a certain craftiness about him. Haven't actually made up the characters yet or played of course, but that's how he is in my head. His bike will be sort of a substitute for Old Lace/The Leapfrog.
Prison Break, Heroes, and 4400 tonight. Woot. (No, not you
woot, just a general woot).This morning I've been idly considering trying NaNoWriMo 'officially' for the first time, since I don't have school or XET to worry about this November. Normally I just sort of promised to myself that I'd try to write a little more that month. Well, technically speaking I probably still wouldn't be 'official' since I loathe signing up for things, but that I'd actually be trying to do a 50,000 word novel rather than having no specific goal and just continuing to add a little here and there to my short stories or longer term projects. Of course, I still have my
alternaljournal to keep up with and November I plan to be a 'mission month', so I'd have to be writing more of that too, to keep up, and that would take time from and not contribute to my hypothetical NaNoWriMo. Hmm. Well, I'll think about it some more.Oh, and for anyone still wondering - that convention I went to back a month ago where I met Morena Baccarin and theoretically took her picture? Yeah, there'll be no pictures forthcoming, somehow the camera lost all of them (see, I always said my face would break any cameras!). Ah well.
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Date: 2006-10-02 07:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-02 07:47 pm (UTC)And in my defense, they really should explicitly warn you 'hey, there's a piece of WOOD in your food, you might want to be careful'.
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Date: 2006-10-02 11:11 pm (UTC)I approve said woot.
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