Before · the · Mole · Men · overran · the · Facility, · this · is · what · we · recieved...

And of course, since Im already damned to hell, one more meme can't hurt.

1. Name:
2. Date of birth:
3. Where you live:
4. What makes you happy:
5. Currently listening/the last thing you listened to:
6. Do you read my journal?:
7. If yes, what makes it especially good or bad?:
8. An interesting fact about you:
9. Are you in love/do you have a crush at the moment?:
10. Favourite place to spend time:
11. Favourite lyric:
12. The best time of the year:

RECOMMEND
1. A film:
2. A book:
3. A band, a song, or album:

PLUS
1. One thing you like about me:
2. Two things you like about yourself:
3. Look at my friends-list and tell what you like about one of our mutual friends:
4. Put this in your journal so that I can tell you what I like about you.

I want to see hundreds of replies from this, okay? ^__^ Not that im an attention whore or anything, haha! Bye all, im going to go live my crazy life, which makes me want to hurt myself but I dont but I do sometimes ooo you dont know what ill do next so you need to be careful and give me positive reinforcement yeah im being a little overboard sarcastic here im tired goodnight.

Well, that certainly was an entertaining afternoon turned evening. After contacting mi amigo primo Marco over el Iterneto, we agreed to meet after fixing ourselves lunch in our respective abodes, and watch some movies at his place. Since nothing particular was suggested, I was going to bring "Masters of the Universe", the apex of Dolph Lundgren's acting career; I did, in fact take it with me, but totally forgot about it among everything else, so I think its still in his car. Since I was preparing a tuna melt for lunch, I took an exceptionally long time, since, if anyone knows me, making tuna salad has so many options it always turns into a majoy production; I am a variety whore. Just thinking about all the different outcomes from draining one can of tuna gives me goosebumps from the excitement. Unfortunately, a long time was turned into a long-ass time since i was using light chunk tuna in OIL. I dont normally use this stuff, since my mother apparently insists that the large chunk white albacore must be the best, since its the most expensive; some sort of issue from her childhood, I believe. Unfortunately, while the tuna is very flavorful, it is veeeery small grain. AND ITS IN OIL!!!! My god....im used to just opening the top, tipping the can, and pressing down a little; I literally had to put this tuna in a strainer and spread it around to get most of the oil out, and it was still at least a quarter oil in the bowl. This turned out to be a good thing, since I didnt have that much mayo.

Well, to make a long story end, I was just finishing the sandwhich when Marc just came over to get me; we sat and ate together for a bit, talking about nothing and everything....but mostly nothing. He ate some tuna from the bowl, since having eaten meat for lunch he couldn't have a melt, and we both had tea cookies, although, unfortunately, no tea. Finally, we headed out, taking and promptly forgetting "Masters of the universe" in the dulcet tones of classics such as "Come and get your love", which was unfortunately cut off halfway through as we pulled into the library. Yes, the library; we didnt go to his house, we first went to get more movies to watch. Like I said, choices give me the shivers, and the annoyance of having to make them; thankfully, this was ameliorated by being told to look up some movie ratings on rottentomatoes.com, which was very helpful. Finding out that both "Once upon a time in America" and "The station agent" had 95% ratings, we of course got them out, and I realized I had seen some of "Once upon a time" before; its the movie about bugsy siegel and the rest of the American jewish mob, starring Robert DeNiro; great stuff, surprising how often DeNiro plays Jewish guys. We also took out two classics, "Elmer Gantry" and "The Long Gray Line", and John Cleese's "How to irritate people", but didnt watch them yet, so I cant say much. However, we did watch the station agent, which I had seen before, and assured marc was a great movie, even if it would leave him feeling happy at the end. Which it did. I gotta say, the best movie about trains and friendship in NJ starring a Dwarf I have ever seen. By the way, "The Adventures of Baron Munchhausen"? 89% On Rotten Tomatoes!! EAT IT!!!

Later, after taking a break to eat a lovely dinner consisting of nicely charred chicken, soft brussel sprouts and Broccoli, and corn with Marc, his dad and brother, we finished the movie and tried to find other people to actually hang with. Failing that, Marc and I ended up picking up Nic Palar, and then getting picked up altogether by David Jenkins, both great guys I went to HS with. Also, I by now realize, two great geeks; after making a basically failed trip to Staples for David to buy a binder for the literally around THREE HUNDRED dvd's he got for sixty cents each in china, and Marc trying to get a laptop to TV S-video cable, but deciding it was too short and he wasnt sure if his TV had a spot for it, we left. And somehow, on the way, I put forth the possibility of playing Super Munchkin, and it was accepted. Well, this meant everyone came to my house, we pulled out random food, cleared off my kitchen table, and, with my little sister enthusiastically yelling at us to start, and eating all of our level markers, we got our game on. This included my meager attempts to explain the rules, with David and I getting into a back and forth where he would intuitively guess an aspect of the rules, I would go on to explain more, and he would be totally unable to understand anything I said; in the meantimes, I think Nick read the rules or something, cause he did fine. Marc had already played, so he helped explain some, and we got started, with Sophie joining in. There was a brief hubbub at the beginning of a desire to go play an RPG, but more later. Well, Munchkin is always fun, and I got the Ancient Idol origin, which is awesome, but it went quite slowly due to confusion, learning, and, as I said, my little sister eating the pieces of babybel cheese, cornflakes, and nilla wafers we were using as level markers. If only we still had peanuts. After a while, she was called off to bed, and we lost our enthusiasm. For that game at least; in a matter of minutes, we were up in my room, agape at the huge mess of books which ALEXANDER had strewn all over the floor; David commented it was always how he expected my room to look. After talking about what everyone wanted out of a game, and going over our relative familiarities and proclivities with games raging from Urban Arcana to Exalted, we wound up with a game meeting everyone's standards; Mutants and Masterminds. Of course, everyone was willing to change their standards, and in the interests of expediting the process, we went with plain old version three D&D (Not 3.5). Ha. Expedite. Another hour or two later, after failing to find dice, or even cards really, we ended up in our library office room, me in front of the computer with a die rolling program which got used like, twice, and a sort of freeform D&D, character sheets written on blank notebook pages, most people barely even getting saving trhows on the page, basically getting abilities, which went in a progression of 15, 14, 13, 12, 10, and 8, which we could put wherever we wanted; when I pointed out that 8 was a negative modifier, we were allowed by the munificent and harried Nic (our reluctant, sadistic, and penny-pinching DM) to make it another ten.

Well, we eventually drew up characters, barely, and ended up with Jherek the Cleric (Me), Freyr the Fighter (Marc), and Filomel the Sorceror (David). Of course, this was Filomel the wandering sorceror with no real goals, Freyr the unfortunate, an ex-soldier fed up with our country's civil war (Pay attention, thats an important point), and Jherek, the Cleric...of Olidammara. For those who dont know, that would be the chaotic neutral god of rogues, thievery, and luck, whose temples are frequently gambling den's; or, in our minds, brothels. I told the guys I could get them a discount, but that didnt really appeal to them. Speaking of discounts, this was definitely the first gaming session I've had where knowledge of economics was necessary. Since we were basically do-all mercenaries in a country at war, we figured we could be an independent party trying to make money off of all sides. Somehow, we let ourselves start out having escorted a shipment of granite to a town, and found our buyer dead. Unlike most PC's in this situation, who would embark on a long quest to find out what sinister plot offed their friend....we went to the tavern and started trying to figure out a way to make the most money off of selling our granite. Did I mention we already had some pocket money? Oh yeah baby, ten GP each...rolling in the dough, we were. Trying to make nice with the local imperial guards at the tavern failed when they started a fight with the militia, and, upon trying to step in to help them, Jherek and Freyr both failed to not roll a one or two on a six sided die, and actually hit the guards we were trying to help. After seeing freyr chuck a mug at a compadre, one guard ran to tell his pals, and Fil, being useful, went after him. Jherek, being fed up and worried for his safety, cast obscuring mist in the middle of a barfight, and crawled out the door, running towards the guardhouse to try and give a good story. This, unforunately, left Freyr in the middle of a crowded barfight where noone could see a damn thing. While he was getting banged up, Jherek and Fil tried to assure the guards they were on their side, which didnt help much, and Freyr announcing his name while trying to bring the fight to a close didnt help much either. While the guards didnt arrest my and david's characters, things werent going so well as they rushed into the bar, and, trying to distract them, I had Jherek summon a celestial bear to pretent to maul people. Noone took the bait, even when Jherek shouted into the bar. Man, what lousy guards. I knew I should have summoned a demon...After hotfooting it out of the confusion, our characters split, leaving the seller of the granite to fend for himself, after getting as much of their ten GP commision they could out of him (3 GP each? DAMMIT) and making it to the ferry towards the capital, where we just KNEW we could make some good cash.

Unfortunately, apparently war makes everything everywhere cost bucketloads of money; thankfully, being a holy man has an advantage, but by the end of the session, we all knew that at least in Nic's mind, buying things must be a sin. Also, making a profit is a sin, as shown by my poor attempts at taking out a bank loan, buying a cart and donkey, and loading up on expensive wine. This business venture was actually part of a plot our heroes hatched after hearing about two juicy ventures from the local priests of Olidammara: a shipment of really good wine coming in, which noone in their right mind would take south to sell...except us. Warzone? Meet fists of fury, Summon Monster II, and....Daze. Regardless, just selling wine for 60-70% profit wasnt that exciting to any character except Jherek; however, when we combined that with our other tidbit, we had a plan coming together. See, there was a half-ogre bandit apparently causing trouble in the south; being adventurers, we naturally wanted to stop him, and get paid for it. We decided that Jherek would stay to barter the wine deal, and the others would go make a deal with the half ogre to have him pretend to steal the wine, and we would actuallt give it to him, and then kill him when we had the chance,making money on both deals. While I pointed out that half-ogres get a plus eight bonus to strength, we still decided to go ahead with it, and as Jhereks player, I was left to broker a loan from a bank, buying a transportation vehicle, and purchasing wine for two GP a crate. Suffice to say, with marc and david unable to really help me since their characters were gone, and a few lengthy conversations about compound interest, we eventually decided to end the session, and everyone soon went home. However, as crazy as it was, it was my first real session in a while, so im pretty happy. However, now I need to wake up at 9:thirty to go meet Todd "The Bod" Kulkin and The Big K in the city tomorrow, and my brain is melting from taking melatoning for sleeping aid.

Edit: After talking to David today, he reminded me his character is actually the most normally motivated, since he is searching for information about his mentor and surrogate father figure, and that he screwed up the least, causing no problems. Of course, THATS CAUSE HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING!! Except run after the guard...so Marc and I made the situation worse...at least we tried! And failed.

Oh, and for those who have not yet noticed.....I just updated again!? OMGWTFBBQ. Maybe ill do this again...y'know, this time, not with a few months in between. Good night, Internet.

Memes are fun....and much easier than actually writing about my life...which of course, anyone who knows me pretty much knows, and anyone who doesn't...doesnt't...really want to know.

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
basement_gnome goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as A.....Squirel!!!!.
alexsirkman gives you 15 milky white spearmint-flavoured pieces of taffy.
bigscary gives you 8 tan lemon-flavoured pieces of chewing gum.
cbreakr tricks you! You get a toothbrush.
chirachira gives you 18 mauve orange-flavoured gummy worms.
city_of_dis tricks you! You get a wet rag.
cryingink tricks you! You get a rock.
friendofmarx tricks you! You lose 14 pieces of candy!
georgesworld tricks you! You get a piece of paper.
irianamistifi tricks you! You lose 26 pieces of candy!
jlc gives you 10 pink strawberry-flavoured pieces of taffy.
basement_gnome ends up with 11 pieces of candy, a toothbrush, a wet rag, a rock, and a piece of paper.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.

Well, I certainly should have known better than to go by some of you guys expecting candy...but seriously, HOW many people tricked me? Bassards, all a ya...Okay, now back to watching the seemingly, but hopefully not ultimately, doomed Red Sox Vs. Yankees game.

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Well....if there is anything my first meme has taught me.....it is that I need more people on my F-list.
Next order of Business, does anyone have any idea how I can get more interesting mood indicators? More interesting stories? More interesting friends? Five Kilos of Weapons Grade Plutonium?

But seriously folks, heres my first actual post, as sad as it could have been expected to be...I guess actual info about my life could come in here, but frankly, My attention span is booked solid, and I gotta go. Ciao!

Ah, well central command, what a glorious day, here at the Victrola Six Research Station; and no Mole man invasions for....twelve days. Thats a new record, I think. *Voice off to the side* Actually, it's thirteen days without invasion....check the chart. *Sounds of rustling, a chair moving; steps, a pause, then steps coming close, a chair moving again, and the sound of a person settling* Well, thirteen days it is, what a lucky number. Well, aside from the lack of life or death situations, the research has been going smashingly well; we've already isolated twelve new Liebnizium isotopes, with quite interesting differences in each one; why, just yesterday..*There is a sudden muffled boom, and the sound of a slight reverberation* Oh bother; it sounds like the boys found a new isotope...Hortense, would you go and see if the Temporal Isolation Chronograph has imploded again? *Sounds of a person getting up from a chair, sighing, then a slightly peeved female voice responds* Yes, Professor Forstrum...*Steps receding across a floor, then the sound of pressurised air being released, then of somone going down a metal ladder, and a door rolling shut. The professor can be heard turning back to the transmitter, and begins speaking, but is interrupted by more muffled booms* Where were we again? Ah, like I was saying....now just what do those blithering idiots down there think they're doing? This is a research facility, not a firing range...*Another explosion, this time loud and clear, and the sound of a large metal door being blasted across a room, many people getting up quickly, and many metallic raspings, as of guns being drawn from belt holsters* What in the blue blazes is going on!? Rugworthy, go check out the ladder! *Sound of someone, presumably Rugworthy, quickly moving across the room, towards and then away from the transmitter. Soon after, there is the sound of a smaller explosion, and the wet thwack of a body flying across the room, followed by many footsteps, although somehow softer then the previous footsteps, as if those walking were not wearing deep earth protection boots. The sounds of a struggle begin, with many people yelling, small explosions happening everywhere, and some sounds curiously like electricity arcing through the air. As a sort of mass snuffling cry raises from the farther side of the room, and more explosions can be heard, the voice of Professor Forstrum can be heard through the din* Drat, dingbats, and bothum....now we'll have to reset the chart...*Shortly after there is a click, and all noise ceases to be transmitted*