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November 27th, 2005


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11:55 pm - Weekend Update: The Masquerade
Our house is full of LARPers.

Madison By Night usually games in the Memorial Union, but the Union is closed, apparently, so they've gathered here. I don't really know any of them and I've already forgotten the cute one's name, so I'm hiding out in my room.

Anyway, this has been a good and weekend. On Friday night I braved the bad weather to drive to my friend Josh's house. I know like, eleventeen people named Josh, but this is the only one who doesn't have a livejournal. evil_jim and I went to his place to check out the game Call of Cthuhlu: Dark Corners of the Earth which looks great. For both of the H.P. Lovecraft fans in my audience who aren't Jim, the plot of the game is a pastiche of The Shadow Over Innsmouth and The Shadow Out of Time, re-imagined as a first-person shooter. To the credit of the developers, they really made some good choices with this game. Lovecraft doesn't adapt well to visual media because his stories are all about effeminate college professors poring over ancient, blasphemous tomes and correlating forbidden knowledge. The Shadow Over Innsmouth is a rarity in Lovecraft's cannon in that there's a prolonged chase scene where the main character is being hunted by the semi-batrachian inhabitants of a crumbling New England fishing town. This premise is perfect fodder for a mindless first-person shooter, but the designers of Dark Corners of the Earth were obviously familiar not only with the source material, but with the reasons it works (hint: it's about story, not action). I'll be picking up the PC version, if it ever comes out.

We also watched the film The Call of Cthulhu, which Jim had been saving for an appropriate time. It was well-liked. I was relieved, since I'd purchased Jim's copy for him without telling him first, and asked him to knock the cost off a debt I owed him.

On Saturday I got together with Ellen before she had to go to work. We had lunch at the Irish Waters Pub and talked about the usual stuff Ellen and I talk about. Books. Movies. He-Man vs. Chris Elliot. Whether or not Dolph Lundgren ever starred in anything good. I wish I could make hanging out with Ellen sound more exciting, but the fact is that we have these terribly worthwhile conversations which don't come across well in summary.

Saturday night I had dinner at the home of my high school choir director. Most people have one teacher to whom they owe the ability to function as an adult, and Mr. Beutel is this person for me and a great number of my friends. Four out of five members of offBeat look at him this way, as do two (possibly all three) of the people I lived with until August. Anyway, he had invited a couple of people over for dinner and asked them to extend the invitation. Eight guests showed up in all, three of us members of offBeat. Nice, quiet gathering, and the food was incredible. I was the youngest one there and it is slowly dawning on me that I accidentally wormed my way in high school into a social group that is otherwise comprised mostly of the sons and daughters of community leaders. They are all purchasing condos and working on having kids and being white and affluent, which is the course they've been plotting, more or less without realizing it, since birth. It's a little weird, but it was pleasant, and I didn't have to admit that I don't have a business card or talk about not going to Europe for the summer because the conversation was monopolized by the couple who work in law enforcement and the Japanese guy who is fascinated by American criminals.

Today I took my sister and her boyfriend to my parents' house and conned my dad into watching Best In Show which (I hope) he liked. Later on I got together with offBeat. We had a potluck dinner and practiced. Then I came home to find the living room full of LARPers.

What fun.
Current Mood: nervoushiding in my room
Current Music: The Brain Surgeons -- The Revenge Of Vera Gemini

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From:seanorange
Date:November 29th, 2005 01:33 am (UTC)
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Yeah, year 2 was the Hoe Down where they made all the guys dress in skirts and do the can-can. I think I still have a picture from The Hub where I'm prominently displayed.

(insert long hair joke here)

It's crazy to think that Kaebisch has been doing this for 10 years (and has a son who's coming up on six!) -- when I started in high school she was newly married and fresh out of college. When I went to visit a couple of years ago, she had CUT OFF HER HAIR. It was crazy. Turned my whole world upside down.

It's funny -- after all that, and I pick up the bass...

~Sean
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From:sacredspud
Date:November 29th, 2005 05:34 am (UTC)
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and I pick up the bass...

...but you still like girls, right?
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From:seanorange
Date:November 29th, 2005 10:52 pm (UTC)
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o_O

I'm not sure what you're referring to with that quote -- all I meant by it was that after seven something years of violin playing, I pick up (the electric version of) the instrument on the other end of the of orchestral spectrum as my axe of choice.

On this aforementioned visit, she asked me if I ever picked up "this funny little wooden instrument" from time to time, and I sadly had to admit that I did not.

Hm, perhaps explaining that encounter first would have helped the previous comment make sense to people who are not me...

Yes, I still like girls -- long, billowing tresses or no.

~Away!!
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From:seanorange
Date:November 30th, 2005 05:13 am (UTC)
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Now that I'm more sleep-deprived, the lack of oxygen has allowed me to understand the gag you were going for. :p

~Sean
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From:sacredspud
Date:December 7th, 2005 04:51 pm (UTC)
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Well... The gag wasn't worth it anyway. But congrats on your good taste. I too am fond of women, with long, billowing tresses or otherwise.
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