Friday, November 21, 2003
So Aunt Ah Gam decided not to come to the US because her life is comfortable enough. Uncle Power is considering. Aunt Sally (his wife) does not want to come, but will go with him if he does. Their primary consideration is Kai-Lap; apparently it would be good for him to go to school in the US, where it isn't as competitive with cram schools and entrance exams and whatnot. Lydia, I don't know; my mom says she may continue going to college and living by herself in Hong Kong while the rest of her family lives in the US. I asked my mom what kind of job Uncle could get here; she said maybe teaching Chinese, or a bank teller, or working at CVS or a Chinese store or something like that. I think it's such a big risk to take; why would someone give up being a teacher to end up being a store clerk in a foreign country?
Thursday, November 20, 2003
What News
So, my Aunt Ah Gam (mother's sister) and Uncle Power (mother's brother), after waiting for their forms to be processed for ten years, are finally immigrating to America from Hong Kong. I don't understand why at such an age; my aunt is retired and my uncle close to. It seems strange to trade everything in for an alien and distant land where people will always look on them as foreigners anyway. I can see the young doing it, because young people have very little to lose, but I find it hard imagining people with well-established lives and families uprooting themselves just like that. I don't know what they really intend to do. My mom says that also a consideration were the political situation in Hong Kong after the handover (they applied for permanent residency in 1993), and that perhaps they are doing it more for their children than themselves.
I still don't understand.
The other news being this: Jon Gray, an online friend of seven years, has been hired as a penciller for the Sonic the Hedgehog comics. His artwork starts appearing as of issue #134. Go him!
So, my Aunt Ah Gam (mother's sister) and Uncle Power (mother's brother), after waiting for their forms to be processed for ten years, are finally immigrating to America from Hong Kong. I don't understand why at such an age; my aunt is retired and my uncle close to. It seems strange to trade everything in for an alien and distant land where people will always look on them as foreigners anyway. I can see the young doing it, because young people have very little to lose, but I find it hard imagining people with well-established lives and families uprooting themselves just like that. I don't know what they really intend to do. My mom says that also a consideration were the political situation in Hong Kong after the handover (they applied for permanent residency in 1993), and that perhaps they are doing it more for their children than themselves.
I still don't understand.
The other news being this: Jon Gray, an online friend of seven years, has been hired as a penciller for the Sonic the Hedgehog comics. His artwork starts appearing as of issue #134. Go him!
Monday, November 17, 2003
Projectile Weapon Day
There were people testing out trebuchets outside today in Erickson field. They really sucked; I suspect Puffy's was better. There was one without a sling, so it was basically a pivoting piece of wood with a counterweight. The wooden cube they threw went like three feet. The running joke was: "We'll make this thing ten thousand times bigger, and it'll go five feet!" Some of the others were more impressive; there was one where the counterweight fell straight down in a guided frame like the blade in a guillotine, as opposed to rotating on the shaft around a pivot point as it fell. Mostly the trebuchets didn't shoot very far, mostly like twenty feet at the greatest and the wooden blocks they shot went higher than far. Sometimes the blocks fell out of the sling. One of the trebuchets shot a block across the field when the group gave up on the counterweight and just had one of their members pull on the shaft. Also, instead of a trebuchet one group used essentially a potato gun, which consisted of a PVC pipe for a barrel and dry ice and water for charge. This didn't work. It sent the block of wood like ten feet. They tried this again with compressed air, and it sent the cube hurtling across the field with a neat little pop sound.
There were people testing out trebuchets outside today in Erickson field. They really sucked; I suspect Puffy's was better. There was one without a sling, so it was basically a pivoting piece of wood with a counterweight. The wooden cube they threw went like three feet. The running joke was: "We'll make this thing ten thousand times bigger, and it'll go five feet!" Some of the others were more impressive; there was one where the counterweight fell straight down in a guided frame like the blade in a guillotine, as opposed to rotating on the shaft around a pivot point as it fell. Mostly the trebuchets didn't shoot very far, mostly like twenty feet at the greatest and the wooden blocks they shot went higher than far. Sometimes the blocks fell out of the sling. One of the trebuchets shot a block across the field when the group gave up on the counterweight and just had one of their members pull on the shaft. Also, instead of a trebuchet one group used essentially a potato gun, which consisted of a PVC pipe for a barrel and dry ice and water for charge. This didn't work. It sent the block of wood like ten feet. They tried this again with compressed air, and it sent the cube hurtling across the field with a neat little pop sound.
Arrows: A primative form of birth control
Sunday's RPG involved me playing a Dragonblooded hostage in Exalted (Chris, the GM, had an NPC he thought I'd be interested in playing). I had sex with Jeremy's character in hope of him letting me go, but he didn't. The dice though, say it was very good sex. Later on, in a disagreement with the rest of the party he threw Mike's character into a lifeboat and cast him off in the general direction of the Blessed Isle (or something) which was where I wanted to go. I jumped onto the lifeboat and taunted Jeremy's character about the size of his genitalia, whereupon he shot me in groin.
I hurt in sympathy.
My character's goal in life is now to find him and castrate him.
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Oh yes. In Jeremy's game I ended up seducing a guard and sending him off into a demon temple, wherein he went insane.
I find this amusing, even though I feel kind of bad for the driving-crazy of a fictional character. I really didn't know it would happen.
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I don't know what is up with all the sex RP. It just kind of happens that way.
Sunday's RPG involved me playing a Dragonblooded hostage in Exalted (Chris, the GM, had an NPC he thought I'd be interested in playing). I had sex with Jeremy's character in hope of him letting me go, but he didn't. The dice though, say it was very good sex. Later on, in a disagreement with the rest of the party he threw Mike's character into a lifeboat and cast him off in the general direction of the Blessed Isle (or something) which was where I wanted to go. I jumped onto the lifeboat and taunted Jeremy's character about the size of his genitalia, whereupon he shot me in groin.
I hurt in sympathy.
My character's goal in life is now to find him and castrate him.
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Oh yes. In Jeremy's game I ended up seducing a guard and sending him off into a demon temple, wherein he went insane.
I find this amusing, even though I feel kind of bad for the driving-crazy of a fictional character. I really didn't know it would happen.
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I don't know what is up with all the sex RP. It just kind of happens that way.
Sunday, November 16, 2003
A Day in the Life of Jeremy's Lovebunny
Me and Jeremy have this game called Fingerbuttag. The objective of it is to poke the other player on the butt and yell, "Tag, you're it!" mostly at random times, like, at dinner, or in the elevator. You're supposed to run away, but this mostly degenerates into us circling each other facing foward.
Niall is excluded because his butt is too small, and Kay is excluded because his butt is too big. Jeremy is glad of this.
Me and Jeremy have this game called Fingerbuttag. The objective of it is to poke the other player on the butt and yell, "Tag, you're it!" mostly at random times, like, at dinner, or in the elevator. You're supposed to run away, but this mostly degenerates into us circling each other facing foward.
Niall is excluded because his butt is too small, and Kay is excluded because his butt is too big. Jeremy is glad of this.
On Friday, played Jeremy's game set in his world. He used the Mage system, which I liked because it's really not necessary to have combat skills, so it focuses much more on role playing. I wuv Mage. Currently, Niall's character is doing the fantasy equivalent of considering going to World War II Germany and finding and killing Hitler... as a gay Jewish black man.
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