All Work, No Play?

[thessalian]

The work is done. Repeat: the work is done. I am an admin god.

Unfortunately, I have found out the hard way how much one bangs the backs of one's hands against things in the course of the average day. All that dead skin on the burned bit of my hand? Well, it's not there anymore. There is a fabric plaster. There is useless micropore tape. There is pain. (There is now no longer useless micropore tape, because micropore tape is ... well, useless. And not sticky. Cat hair sticks faster than that stuff. Then again, cat hair sticks harder than any substance known to man, except possibly SuperGlue or whatever keeps Blair's lips perennially attached to Dubya's arse.) But on the whole, there is pain. Whee.

I booked my annual leave and will be spending those three days ... well, working. Though the commute will be a bitch (heh). Seriously, I plan to get lots and lots of Affils work done next week, barring random acts of kitten and nothing worse happening to my hand. And not being sucked mind, body and soul into the Legacy Challenge thing. Well, I could possibly just get it out of my system tonight, after quick drink with dodgyhoodoo and weaselbitch this evening. Saturday, of course, could go either way until 7 pm, when I'm meeting North London NaNoers (hopefully; some of them can't make Saturday), and Sunday's Mage. And of course, possible random acts of lokean.

Oh yeah; a minor note about The Good Old Hockey Game, the fantasy NHL league in which I participate. Well, sort of participate. Um-participate, if you will. I am getting my arse kicked. This is because I never remember to update my team to reflect which of my players are actually playing on any given night. This is either because I am completely overextended, or because I am a dumbarse. I'm really not sure which yet. Either way, at least I'm not dead last. Though that will change after this week because I am, I repeat, getting my arse kicked. 3-10 on points. Ow. I never win these things. Of course, it might help if I had a better idea of how the various players in the League are actually doing rather than relying on stats, but that's not going to happen because, hello! England! No televised NHL hockey except possibly at about 2 am in the middle of the fucking week! And yet I continue to play Fantasy League. I don't know why, but I am leaning towards either national imperative or dumbarse again.

I'm bored. I want to go home.

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Random acts of Lokean

[lokean.livejournal.com]

Well, there's either posting a comment on her journal asking for further guiance *snip*

*falls to his knees obeisantly*

Oh great Thessalian, of whom all other GMs [of whom I am aware, in london] are but pale shadows. I prostrate myself before you, that I might be enlightened on your Great Works of Mage. Yea, do I relinquish my contrariness and seek guidance on matters of the eternal Setting and the blessings of the Character...

*blinks*

I have no fucking clue where that just came from...

Umm..

[mapp.livejournal.com]

Do you have an email address, Mister Lokean? Or ICQ? Or.. umm.. anything!

Re: Random acts of Lokean

[thessalian.livejournal.com]

I'd recommend just sending me some character basics. At this point, I can fit in damn near anyone except Verbena. They all dead. I wouldn't really recommend Adepts either. Hard to play in a setting where computers are very, very scarce. Ask nadriel about the setting and let me know what you come up with.