Adolph Bush

I ran two Spaceship Zero adventures at the convention last weekend, and I played in a Star Wars game.

On the Friday night was the Drexoll 24 hour game-a-thon, and I played some Fearsome Floors, and a pretty cool game called…Laval or something. I forget. I played it with Sheri and Stephane and another mystery guy. It was kind of a typical German strategy game. I came in second.

The SSZ games were interesting. First I ran “Bring Me the Head of Dr Quisling” which I will tell you about now, unless you’re a SSZ player who hasn’t played the adventure yet – stop reading. But you’re probably not, so I’ll tell you that it involves Hitler’s brain inside a robot body, living in a ruined castle and creating a new nazi army and subjugating hydronauts. The other scenario is called “Web of the Space Bee” and it’s about a group of space pirates in the asteroid field who have contracted a degenerative disease that ruins their body and makes them paranoid. A winning combination! The session of the latter adventure went really well! The group managed to succeed at their mission (no mean feat) without any combat whatsoever (truly miraculous in SSZ). I ran a playtest at home with Marlo and Mike Jackson and Nathan and Taylor and it was kind of a disaster, so it was good to see that it wasn’t entirely my fault.

From the “Oh that hilarious leader of the world’s most powerful nation!” department: President George W. Bush announced the capture of a “major facilitator and chief planner for the Al Qaeda network.” The captured man turned out to be a mid-level Al Qaeda operative named Abu Faraj al-Libbi. “He used to make the coffee and do the photocopying,” said a former associate.

The New Number of the Beast

After Marlo and I saw Revenge of the Sith for the second time we realized that R2 and 3PO were responsible for Padme’s death. We wondered, how did the droids move a human body? 3PO is pretty useless and can’t really bend over, and R2D2 can only push a body in front of him, rolling the body over and over, or shoot that grappler thing out the back (which plunges into her rib cage) and then drag the body along. So they probably did that last thing, and her head kept bumping into the walls of the ship. Then R2 reprogrammed the medical droid to say “she simply lost the will to live.”

Recently, while drawing, I’ve been watching Tony Robinson (Baldric from Black Adder) talk about – and do – the worst jobs in history on the History Channel. Not only was it interesting to learn what the oldy timey people did to get by, but I learned the origins of a whole bunch of idioms, like “show you the ropes” and…okay I forget all the other ones. But it’s okay because I taped the entire 6 hour series. The best stuff was in the dark ages.

Down with the pope: Did you know that in 2001, Pope Benedict Whatever ordered Catholic bishops to hide allegations against pedophile priests from the public? Let’s hear it for the church.

Also, A papyrologist at Oxford University announced that new techniques in spectral imaging, which make it possible to decipher previously illegible ink on papyrus fragments, have yielded parts of a lost tragedy by Sophocles, a novel by Lucian, and an epic poem by Archilochos; researchers also applied the technique to third- and fourth-century manuscripts of the Revelation of Saint John and discovered that the number of the beast, contrary to popular belief, is 616, the area code of Grand Rapids, Michigan.

The Big Kahuna

Phil: The question is, do you have any character at all? And if you want my honest opinion Bob, you do not. For the simple reason that you don’t regret anything yet.
Bob: Are you saying I won’t have any character unless I do something I regret?
Phil: No, Bob. I’m saying you’ve already done plenty of things to regret. You just don’t know what they are. It’s when you discover them. When you see the folly in something you’ve done. And you wish you had it to do over. But you know you can’t because it’s too late. So you pick that thing up and you carry it with you. To remind you that life goes on. The world will spin without you. You really don’t matter in the end. Then will you attain character because honesty will reach out from inside and tattoo itself all across your face. Until that day however, you cannot expect to go beyond a certain point.

Waking Up is Hard to Do

After a weekend of bad sleeps (I always sleep poorly during gaming convention weekends) it was hard to get up this morning. But I’ve got a lot of drawing to do so I forced myself. Also, they’re doing fire alarm tests in the building this morning. I’ll report later on my weekend but it was fun and I pity the fool who didn’t make it out! The most astonishing part was that I happened to catch 2 garage sales while I was wandering around near the con.

Calgon take me away!

Holy smokes! Who wants to draw for me so I can go out and play tennis and go swimming and biking and looking for crabs on the beach?

You rebel scum

I watched A New Hope, Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi over the past couple of days (while I’ve been drawing, of course) and after having watched Revenge of the Sith, the end of Jedi has a little bit more of a punch.

Also it made me want to watch all my episodes of Samurai Jack.

Tomorrow is the free Drexoll 24-hour game-a-thon at the Marpole Curling Club. What possible reason could you have not to go?

Play Spaceship Zero!

Last night Taylor, Mike Jackson, Nathan, Marlo and I played Spaceship Zero (Web of the Space Bee). It was my playtest for the Cloud City gaming convention this coming weekend. Some of the bits went pretty much exactly as planned, but as always, lack of proper pacing is my downfall. We probably would have gone for another 2 hours (after the prescribed 4 hour block) to finish the scenario properly at the rate we were going, so I’m going to have to make sure I don’t dawdle on periphery when I run it next time. Marlo said that this adventure and the last one (Bring Me the Head of Dr Quisling) were her two favourites so far, so that’s good, and it looks like I’ve made a SSZ convert out of Mike.

100% fun weekend

Chris Woods’ birthday party weekend was full of gifts to me. He came to my place to pick up Marlo, Stewie and me. We drove to Chilliwack and shopped around for games for his new XBOX. The pick of the litter was the Godzilla game, for which I proceeded to slip away from many social expectations throughout the party. I saw my brother, Tara & Jordan, Bob & Karen and spawn, Josh and his gal, Tasha and Chris’ parents. Birthday dinner was tacos and I ate constantly, including cake and ice cream. We slept over and on Sunday we drove out to Metrotown to watch Revenge of the Sith. My biggest complaint was the child who sat next to me and kept idly caressing my arm with his fingers as he fidgeted during the non-action parts of the film. I won’t say anything else about the film on this blog for the time being, because I know certain people are holding out before they watch it, except I really want to watch episodes 4-6 in a row, right now, and that the acting was far better than eps 1 and 2. Then they chauffeured us home after a late dinner at Denny’s. It was so satisfying for me to watch Sith with Chris & Marlo, my closest friends and definitely the two biggest Star Wars nerds that I know. It was perfect! We even got good seats, and only the occasional baby “wah” from the back of the theater interfered with the enjoyment of the movie. But that’s the price you pay for going to the cinema, along with the obligatory, “let’s show up to the theater at the last minute so that we can scour the theater for the three disparate remaining seats in the dark, so that everyone else who arrived 90 minutes early so they could get a good seat are too distracted to enjoy the first scene of the movie.” Chumps! The only bad news is that Marlo left her umbrella in Chilliwack, and the whereabouts of her cute brown cardigan is at present a mystery. So if you see it, grab it! Marlo will no doubt post on her blog the many photos we took of the weekend.

Sweet Lovely Death

Even though I had terrible dreams about being eaten by crocodiles when I was a kid, I think that being eaten would be a great way to go. Because then at least you’re giving something back to the world, or to the crocodile at least. Stupid old humanity and their respect for lifeless husks, it’s a needless burden on the environment to burn a body or to build a graveyard. Let it be known that when I die, I want my body to be fed to sharks or wolves or something. Maybe a swarm of starving chihuahuas so that they acquire a taste for human flesh.

Also I think that when you fill out the organ donor form, you should also be able to write a test. And I don’t mean take a test, I mean write it. When you die and the doctors divide up all your pink goodies, prospective recipients have to take the test you wrote — sort of an application form. If they don’t pass the test (and you can set it so that passing means you have to get 50% or 100% or whatever) they don’t get the donation. That way I can make sure my kidney isn’t going to someone who is stupid (because that would be a waste of a perfectly good kidney), or someone who is anti-abortion and anti-gay, like, say, the Pope.

Dr Where?

Dr Who was pre-empted due to the BC Election last night. Why? Do we really need to know who is counting what on every channel? Can’t they just give us the results once the counting is done, say, during a normal news hour program?

I voted for the Green Party, by the way. It’s kind of like spoiling my ballot because they never win. I was saying to Stewie, if the Work Less Party and the More Sex Party joined forces, then they’d really have something.

Meanwhile, SW III: The Sithening opens tonight at midnight. I’ve heard (of) 2 good reviews so far, one from a friend whose tastes in movies I trust. He didn’t say it was great, but he did say “Certainly, I did not care for episodes 1 and 2, beyond a few choice scenes. Having seen the final cut of the new film, I do recommend seeing it. Lucas’ claims that the movie has relevance to the Bush administration and the average American’s approach to freedom may sound over-stated, but it’s valid. Best Star Wars film since Empire Strikes Back. May sway more voters than
Michael Moore. That goof Lucas may have redeemed himself. Dammit.”

I don’t plan on seeing it on opening night (I don’t like opening nights because I don’t like crowds), but a few more good reviews will get me into the theater sooner or later.