*glares at the sky*
Look, you. I very rarely have weather requests. I am usually just grateful that flaming meteors and/or livestock are not falling from the sky on a regular basis. That being said, I really, really do NOT want to camp in the mud and rain this weekend. Oh, I will if I have to. Its just my preference that it not be a re-enactment of any of the Flood mythos this weekend, mmkay?

Thanks!
~Mare
who can think of @ least six different & more enjoyable ways of getting damp that don’t involve rain

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Last night’s game was productive if not terribly exciting. I wish people would pull their collective heads out of their asses, stop contantly whining about what they want and how if we would just do what they want, the game would be so much more uber, etc. etc. Its annoying. Hopefully, with the meeting we had there will be more of a consensus and less stupidity happening. We shall see. I really love gaming with the majority of this group. There are one or two players that make me want to smack ’em, but that’s pretty much the norm in *any* gaming group.

*geek alert, unless you’ve played in this setting, this may not make sense*

Its a RiFtS game — totally fun; mercenary type setting in an apocolyptic world. I’m playing “Hal’oween”. She’s a true Atlantean Crazy. Her particular psychosis is that she believes that she is an Undead Slayer (hero complex). So she tends to walk around with her one arm canted over her breast and the other trailing behind. Think old, serial comic-book hero walking around like he’s got theme music and you’ll get the idea. Of course, she *does* have theme music. The mods in her head – the things that make her Crazy – are fully capable MP3 type players. EVERYthing she does has its own theme music, setup by the mad docs who put the enhancements in, in the first place. She didn’t sign up for the mods like most do. Oh, no. She was experiemented upon by body-shop docs working for the Splugies. She doesn’t even *know* that she’s been modified.
Oh, and her name? Yeah, she took it from the battered card she found when she woke up. It read “Happy Hal’oween”. Since she was happy – albeit a trifle sore – she figured it was describing her and therefore that was her name. The details…*big non-blinky eyes* …the details are NOT important.
Gotta love being an insane hero.

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Tonight must accomplish:

Laundry — all washed, dried, folded and put away
Bags pulled out and sorted
>>>> Clothing bag
>>>> Toiletries bag
>>>> Misc. bag (cards, pens, paper, books, lamps/flashlights, etc.)
Music CD’s made
Floors swept/mopped, vacuumed

Ok, there’s not much to do here. Let’s try to get this done, mmmkay?