I played All Flesh Must Be Eaten, a zombie role playing game. Quality RPing all around with Niall GMing, Jeremy as Mr. Brown, a normal Joe who works at a recording studio and is easily freaked out, and Kay as an easy-going and witty cop. Jose was playing too, but had three hours of sleep the night before and was fairly out of it.
Quotes:
"You just killed your friend! How do you feel about that?" -Kay's character, after grabbing a clone's gun arm and shooting another clone with the gun.
"I boing him!" Kay, describing his character's action. The proper word here should be "pistolwhip."
"Do you have genitalia?" -Kay's character to Niall's NPC who said, on two seperate occasions, that 1) the clones created in a lab have no genitalia and 2) that he was created in a lab.
"Look, all I know about aliens are the ones that come across the border... oh, and Bette Midler." -Niall's NPC, about aliens.
"Do... you... speak.... English....? Parlez vous English??? *nasal voice* Huh huh huh!" -Jose's character, attempting, badly, to communicate with a French NPC.
"He opens a box of Altoids, eats one, and is dead immediately." "Altoids... the curiously strong mint!" "Mentos, the Deathmaker!" -Niall, describing an NPC who poisons himself with a cyanide tablet.
"I shoot until I run out of bullets and then continue pulling the trigger" "You're like, 'AH! AHHHH!!!!' BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM CLICK CLICK CLICK!' " Jeremy describing the action of his panicking character, emptying clips into a zombie who won't stay dead, and Niall the GM, embellishing.
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Also of quality; Jeremy demonstrating combat actions on me.
"I knee him in his back and push him up and away from me, while still holding onto his arm."
"What?"
"Like this!"
"Oh..."
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
Monday, October 13, 2003
Me and Jeremy had an argument, about To the Lighthouse. He doesn't like it.
That's the extent of our arguments, up to this point. It's not like we're assessing the status of our relationship, but it isn't very profound. We hang out and touch each other, and Jose gives our kisses a 6 out of 10 when we let him judge. "More romance!" he says.
Jose also said that Jeremy has an oblong head, at which point Jeremy quite playfully threatened him with a knife. Which proves that one should not listen to anything Jose says.
That's the extent of our arguments, up to this point. It's not like we're assessing the status of our relationship, but it isn't very profound. We hang out and touch each other, and Jose gives our kisses a 6 out of 10 when we let him judge. "More romance!" he says.
Jose also said that Jeremy has an oblong head, at which point Jeremy quite playfully threatened him with a knife. Which proves that one should not listen to anything Jose says.
Go Back to Rockville
I went home for the weekend, and everything looked strange, as if I'd been gone a year and had grown taller or something, and of course it smells different. At first I didn't know how to talk to my parents either, but it got easier. On the drive home we drove down Emory in the depths of autumn and I was reminded of in 9th grade when I'd first walked by myself to Malex's house for D&D, and the weather had turned slightly cold, and I thought about visiting him, and wondered how he would've felt, in his 90 degree California weather, looking back on his old familiar road, but of course he wasn't there and won't be there until December. The leaves in Rockville have changed colors, while the ones up here seem mostly green still, and while I was home I took a walk through the golden afternoon, and was reminded of how beautiful the place was that I left.
We went out to dinner at Fortune Star because I don't miss home cooking at all (and feel only slightly guilty about it) and I haven't had good sushi in forever. There, my mom was talking about how a family friend's daughter at Penn State had no boyfriend, and asked my dad if he knew of any acquaintances with nice Chinese sons who could be introduced to her, or, since they were on the subject, any nice Chinese sons who could be introduced to me. I coughed and said it really wasn't necessary. My dad said, "She's so smart and pretty I'm sure she'll do just fine by herself." ^___^ I feel the same way about nice Chinese boys that Malex feels about boys in general. It would be nice to have one, but being that Asians are 3% of the US population (as, coincidentally, are gay men), me and Malex face about the same odds. I used to not understand why Malex said he'd probably end up dating girls and not guys, but when I think of it in the same way I think of Asian guys, I think we understand one another. So I opened myself up to the other 97%, and I couldn't be happier. It's not like Jeremy (who is white like Wonder Bread) is a last resort; he makes me happier than 99.9% of all other guys; black, white, or purple.
At the end of dinner, a woman who was sitting a table away from us fell unconscious, a crowd of people gathered around her, a man held her head up, cradling her neck with his hand and in a professional manner asked her husband about her medical condition, someone yelled, "Call 911!", everyone in the restaurant craned their necks to see what was going on, and someone did on a cell: "...Someone's on the floor, send an ambulance to Fortune Star Restaurant on Nicholson Lane..." The person on the phone was given reassurance that an ambulance was coming shortly, and all the spectators went back to eating and casual conversation with each other. I thought it was a strange change of tone; someone's (possibly) having a heart attack like ten feet away from you, and in the meantime, how about that weather? We were done eating anyways and just left, but I'm not sure if I wouldn't have acted like everyone else were I not done; after all, you'd paid for food, there's nothing you can do, and panicking or continued staring does nothing except hamper people who are actually there to help. My dad said that the more people were clustered around anyways, the worse it would be. Still, I thought it something of an exercise in human apathy.
My dad said there was a doctor and nurse there, and that he'd heard them give their registration numbers to 911 over the phone before applying care. When I got back to school, I asked Kay (who has EMS training and is going to med school) about this, and he said that it was true, and that any doctor who treated someone on the scene of an accident was obligated by law to tend to the victim until he or she was fully recovered, and it'd happened to his dad more than once, coming across accidents on highways or medical emergencies in airports. ("My vacation was ruined.")
Kay is great, by the way. He's one of Jeremy's suitemates, and serves as a big brother of sorts to me, in real life (comforting me on me missing my econ exam) as well as in D&D where he's the other halfling, and ends up saving me more often than not after I fail my reflex save or fall unconscious. He's a big Italian dude also, so it ended up that while we were eating dinner with him at the dining hall on Friday, half of the time, as always, he talked about how how he'd cook back home in Italy ("Nothing's a real meal without tomatoes"), and the other half of the time he told gruesome EMS stories.. ("The first time I dissected a corpse I was on a field trip, and I made bets on which of the other guys would puke and faint first, and I made like $20...*imitates vomiting sounds* 'There goes Bob!' " ... "So we dumped a packet of red Kool-Aid into the machine that pumps embalming fluid into the bodies, and I reached my hand into a kidney and squeezed it and the Kool-Aid went qqqqqssshhh! And I yelled, 'Look, it's bleeding!!!!' ") It makes for interesting contrast. He's a genius too, and is having a paper about the 100 or so mutations of e. coli (or something) in the Netherlands since 1990 published in a medical journal. You guessed it... Blair Magnet alum ^___^. He denies his genius though, claiming that anyone who can put on a pair of clean underwear is as smart as he is, but don't you believe it. Once he gets out of med school for neurosurgery (at like age 30 though), his starting salary will be something around $500,000.... Me and Jeremy were good-naturedly sickened. Hey, you know how much of a starting salary an Ancient Studies major will command? ... I think like $35,000 for a teaching job..
Anyway, the point of that long and rambling paragraph is that I suppose more people go kaput in public than I'd formerly thought.
I got a haircut, and now my head looks round like a lolipop. Also, I saw the cover of TV Guide.. apparently there's some tv movie about the Snipers. It's that time of year when they're going to exploit the hell out of it. We'll see how this goes. I want to see how they portray Rockville, seeing as that this was filmed in British Columbia.
I went home for the weekend, and everything looked strange, as if I'd been gone a year and had grown taller or something, and of course it smells different. At first I didn't know how to talk to my parents either, but it got easier. On the drive home we drove down Emory in the depths of autumn and I was reminded of in 9th grade when I'd first walked by myself to Malex's house for D&D, and the weather had turned slightly cold, and I thought about visiting him, and wondered how he would've felt, in his 90 degree California weather, looking back on his old familiar road, but of course he wasn't there and won't be there until December. The leaves in Rockville have changed colors, while the ones up here seem mostly green still, and while I was home I took a walk through the golden afternoon, and was reminded of how beautiful the place was that I left.
We went out to dinner at Fortune Star because I don't miss home cooking at all (and feel only slightly guilty about it) and I haven't had good sushi in forever. There, my mom was talking about how a family friend's daughter at Penn State had no boyfriend, and asked my dad if he knew of any acquaintances with nice Chinese sons who could be introduced to her, or, since they were on the subject, any nice Chinese sons who could be introduced to me. I coughed and said it really wasn't necessary. My dad said, "She's so smart and pretty I'm sure she'll do just fine by herself." ^___^ I feel the same way about nice Chinese boys that Malex feels about boys in general. It would be nice to have one, but being that Asians are 3% of the US population (as, coincidentally, are gay men), me and Malex face about the same odds. I used to not understand why Malex said he'd probably end up dating girls and not guys, but when I think of it in the same way I think of Asian guys, I think we understand one another. So I opened myself up to the other 97%, and I couldn't be happier. It's not like Jeremy (who is white like Wonder Bread) is a last resort; he makes me happier than 99.9% of all other guys; black, white, or purple.
At the end of dinner, a woman who was sitting a table away from us fell unconscious, a crowd of people gathered around her, a man held her head up, cradling her neck with his hand and in a professional manner asked her husband about her medical condition, someone yelled, "Call 911!", everyone in the restaurant craned their necks to see what was going on, and someone did on a cell: "...Someone's on the floor, send an ambulance to Fortune Star Restaurant on Nicholson Lane..." The person on the phone was given reassurance that an ambulance was coming shortly, and all the spectators went back to eating and casual conversation with each other. I thought it was a strange change of tone; someone's (possibly) having a heart attack like ten feet away from you, and in the meantime, how about that weather? We were done eating anyways and just left, but I'm not sure if I wouldn't have acted like everyone else were I not done; after all, you'd paid for food, there's nothing you can do, and panicking or continued staring does nothing except hamper people who are actually there to help. My dad said that the more people were clustered around anyways, the worse it would be. Still, I thought it something of an exercise in human apathy.
My dad said there was a doctor and nurse there, and that he'd heard them give their registration numbers to 911 over the phone before applying care. When I got back to school, I asked Kay (who has EMS training and is going to med school) about this, and he said that it was true, and that any doctor who treated someone on the scene of an accident was obligated by law to tend to the victim until he or she was fully recovered, and it'd happened to his dad more than once, coming across accidents on highways or medical emergencies in airports. ("My vacation was ruined.")
Kay is great, by the way. He's one of Jeremy's suitemates, and serves as a big brother of sorts to me, in real life (comforting me on me missing my econ exam) as well as in D&D where he's the other halfling, and ends up saving me more often than not after I fail my reflex save or fall unconscious. He's a big Italian dude also, so it ended up that while we were eating dinner with him at the dining hall on Friday, half of the time, as always, he talked about how how he'd cook back home in Italy ("Nothing's a real meal without tomatoes"), and the other half of the time he told gruesome EMS stories.. ("The first time I dissected a corpse I was on a field trip, and I made bets on which of the other guys would puke and faint first, and I made like $20...*imitates vomiting sounds* 'There goes Bob!' " ... "So we dumped a packet of red Kool-Aid into the machine that pumps embalming fluid into the bodies, and I reached my hand into a kidney and squeezed it and the Kool-Aid went qqqqqssshhh! And I yelled, 'Look, it's bleeding!!!!' ") It makes for interesting contrast. He's a genius too, and is having a paper about the 100 or so mutations of e. coli (or something) in the Netherlands since 1990 published in a medical journal. You guessed it... Blair Magnet alum ^___^. He denies his genius though, claiming that anyone who can put on a pair of clean underwear is as smart as he is, but don't you believe it. Once he gets out of med school for neurosurgery (at like age 30 though), his starting salary will be something around $500,000.... Me and Jeremy were good-naturedly sickened. Hey, you know how much of a starting salary an Ancient Studies major will command? ... I think like $35,000 for a teaching job..
Anyway, the point of that long and rambling paragraph is that I suppose more people go kaput in public than I'd formerly thought.
I got a haircut, and now my head looks round like a lolipop. Also, I saw the cover of TV Guide.. apparently there's some tv movie about the Snipers. It's that time of year when they're going to exploit the hell out of it. We'll see how this goes. I want to see how they portray Rockville, seeing as that this was filmed in British Columbia.
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