A long weekend in the mists

[bunn]

A party rallied round at our place, where we proceeded to mill in confusion for almost three days. The milling was broken by the occasional outburst of roleplaying. Our subsidised liner, the Brownie, crashed into a moon (woe). We were rescued by the Army (hurray!) They forced us to wander round an extremely volcanic planet (yow!) and do a spot of mining for them (yawn). The mineral mined was alive (Ooooo!), but we failed to come to any useful conclusions about this, which was a bit sad, as its home planet sounds like it was well worth a visit.

We went to Shelimik instead, where we roleplayed going to the beach. This was much better than really going to the beach would have been, as the weather was extremely damp, and kept raining on me whenever I walked the dogs. On Shelimik, we milled for most of Sunday, before finally working out who had crashed us and why, and causing a vast battle in which a huge number of innocents were horribly slain (Hurray! or Woe! depending on who you were playing).

My character was the youngest, most naive and idealistic of the party by a long way, which may or may not mean something. We did 'rolling up random characters that are as different as possible to the usual ones' which was interesting, though I'm not sure I've really done enough roleplaying, either real or computerised, to have a stereotype yet. My new character was interesting, though she is human, which is, of course, a bit dull.

On Sunday, quite heroic quantities of booze were drunk, and I learned that the word 'quite' should be used with care in transatlantic contexts. Which was quite interesting really. And the Japanese symbol pronounced 'No' got far more attention than it is used to, I imagine.


Az was very stressed by the arrival of new people to begin with, so I was very pleased that by the end he was wandering around quite happily, hopping over those members of the party who were prostrate. He also managed to catch a poor rabbit (badly myxomatosed) on Saturday, which delighted him enormously, even though he didn't know what do to with it once he'd picked it up. It died of fright. I was inspired to book the rabbits in for their myxi boosters (though the vet told me today that really it would have been OK to leave it to January).

The cats had a great time, with much more one on one attention than they usually receive. Mollydog also enjoyed herself, though I think possibly she thought the best bit was when we left to take chainmailmaiden & Bacchus to the station, and she ate a great many bread rolls, which had been rashly left on the diningroom table. They were rather stale by that time though, so no great loss.

I can't decide if the dogs are relieved it's over, or if they think the return to normal life is a bit dull. Either way, we had an attempted reenactment of Mollydog's Greatest Races (with Az playing all the other dogs, and Squeaky Hippo as the rabbit) in the livingroom this evening. Our livingroom is adequate as a place to sit and watch telly, but as a racetrack it's a bit on the small side...


From a couple of things ladyofastolat said, I deduce that she writes her journal with her audience in mind, which is most commendable. I'm afraid I don't. I am writing this largely for my own entertainment, and because my memory is really quite abysmally poor (who were you again?). I'm not locking it because I'm lazy, and also because it's handy to be able to refer to it without typing in yet another damn password.

Should you find it dull, well, that's life. You can safely yawn and bugger off somewhere more interesting. I will not take offence, as I will never know. Isn't the Net great!

Comments

[the-marquis.livejournal.com]

LoA wites for her audience? My word. Well it takes all sorts, even if you only write for yourself I find much of what you say interesting or amusing to read by turns accoridng to what you're doing. I just write for me with the occasional, if I can be arsed, tweak of a phrase to de-idiomise it or because another wording has struck me as likely to amuse others too.

Drat! Now I feel an urgency to create a Jane Austen icon :D

[bunn.livejournal.com]

Thinking about it, I guess it can't be just for me, because in that case I probably wouldn't bother to post amusing things that are just there to share.

I suppose what I tend to do is witter on about stuff that interests me without regard to whether it interests anyone else. Which I hope is less rude on the 'net than it would be in person....

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I write with audience in mind. *muses*. I think my decision not to recount our adventures was more due to the fact that I was being sad/obsessed enough to be updating within half an hour of getting in from a 5 hour journey, after a night with about 3 hours' sleep. In other words, because I was lazy, and my brain couldn't cope with actually remembering what our party had done in between milling. (Compare last year's (http://ladyofastolat.livejournal.com/14271.html) account, which must have baffled any audience who stumbled upon it.)

And your account is much more interesting and amusing. Made me laugh, anyway.

[bunn.livejournal.com]

Actually, it was something that you said in person rather than online that I was thinking of - something along the lines of that you tended not to invent pseudonyms for people because you didn't think it added anything (I think I have that right?).

I don't do this that often, (because I don't actually see all that many people in person!) but I do do it sometime, and afterwards, I wondered why. I came to the conclusion that I do it for my own benefit. Otherwise, I'd forget what I was on about, so I need to give myself a hint.

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

I did say that, yes. Actually, the main reason I don't invent pseudonyms for people is that I just can't do it. I can never think of them. So I just give context instead - "the chap who's in charge of our mixed dance team," "the person from work who lives two doors away from me," "Pellinor's youngest sister." This is actually clearly to me, as well as to any audience. If I go back a year later and re-read this entry, and I plucked a pseudonym out of the blue for this person, and never used it again, I wouldn't have a clue who I was talking about.

[chainmailmaiden]

I don't remember the discussion about the word 'quite', but maybe that's something to do with the heroic quantities of booze... I'm almost certain that also accounts for the big blank I have about what we discussed post 2am after you and Polo went to bed. I do remember Bacchus had very loud hiccups once I managed to get him to go to bed though :-)

[bunn.livejournal.com]

That'll be the pint of sherry! :-D