Saturday Night - Sunday Morning

It seems that I am only writing to this journal at weekends, weekdays I seem to be entirely too tired to do anything ... s'probably all that going to work nonsense.

Friday I picked the Fox up from a dinner party he'd attended with friends from work, he was quite pissed, but has revealed himself as one of those very rare people who isn't actually unpleasant to be around when one is sober and he is newted. When we got home I proceeded to neck a bottle of wine in record speed to sort of catch up (don't ask me why I did this ... it seemed like a good idea at the time) the result of which was that I was suffering somewhat on Saturday morning, while he seemed positively chipper ... bastard! The rest of the day was spent trying to get this damn PC in a sufficient state to run EQ, again without a great deal of success. EQ will run but at a sluglike pace ... apparently something to do with the motherboard and processor. The Fox thinks he can solve the situation tomorrow by doing an almighty swap between his PC and the guest one ... it all sounds fraught with peril but he is confident so I'll leave him to it and just try to float around in a supportive manner.

Fame Academy has ended with our favourite contestant, Alex, winning the car, the flat and the record deal ... the Fox had predicted her success from the first show. That makes us 2 for 2 in the reality TV stakes (we also predicted that Cameron would win Big Brother). Our relationship seems to be defined by reality TV shows, whether you find this scary, romantic or worthy of the death penalty is entirely up to you Gentle Reader.

I've just read Sexbat's rules for 'The Wake' and was amazed (and rather flattered) to see my name co-credited. Let us get one thing clear, it is Sexbat who has done all the work ... I simply blithered at him for an afternoon. Nevertheless, it is very gratifying to see our joint brainstorming set down on paper in a cohesive manner, though not nearly as gratifying as I predict it will be at the event itself. 'The Wake' now joins NWO's 'Rome Tribunal' and Maelstrom as the games to attend next year. All three are, in their different ways, indications of a very healthy trend in live roleplaying, a trend of growing maturity and complexity of thought both from organisers and participants. I am somewhat saddend though by the realisation that two of those three are (one way or another) Freeforms. For those who don't already know ... I don't play freeforms and it is only by virtue of the fact that I can whine for England when the mood takes me that I have managed to avoid it in these magnificent games. I live in hope that one day the two styles will be able to merge seamlessly with one another. Such a merger is in its infancy at the moment but it will come one day, oh yes, it will.

But now, gentle reader, my wine glass is empty and I think it may be time to retire for the night.

Success! (well, sort of)

I am happy to report that the Fox has managed to swap things over such that I am now able to play EQ quite happily here in HA. I'm certain that the only reason he was able to do this was my calming presence, so I shall take all the credit for this mammoth undertaking. On the downside his PC now can't see mine (and, therefore, the printer) so he'll have a fun little project to keep him busy throughout the week.

And so to bed

Well, what an eventful day! The Fox and I drizzled around the house until about mid-day, when Himself decided he fancied a trip to the beach. As you can imagine, gentle reader, I was less than enthused about this and sent the Fox off on his own to enjoy the brisk autumnal air. Naturally he wasn't gone ten minutes before he returned and demanded that I go with him seeing as how it was such a beautiful day and the air would do me good and I'd love it. Well, I went having decided that after all he'd done for me this weekend, the least I could do was to sit with him on the beach for half an hour, so off we went. Unfortunately, you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink; and having decided that I didn't really want to go, I completely failed to enjoy what was, in fact, a beautiful day. Fortunately, neither of us got grumpy about the situation and what could have developed into a horrendous situation actually turned out to be merely frustrating for the both of us. Sometimes I wish that I could leave my preconceptions at the door, because it was a lovely day, and the sea was beautiful ... maybe I'll learn one day.

On then to an afternoon of playing with computers (for the results of which, see below) which was pretty intense (more for the Fox than me) but had a happy ending. And then on to dinner, wine and Hallmark's wonderful 'Arabian Nights' which is only very slightly inferior to 'Merlin', and rather better than 'Jason and the Argonauts'. I am miffed, by the way, that although Hallmark have released 'Merlin' on DVD, they have failed to release either 'Arabian Nights' or 'Jason and the Argonauts', if anyone out there knows different, please let me know. The Fox wasn't in the mood for fantasy tonight though and spent most of the evening playing with the PCs, trying to get some software to run, with varying success.

Ah, I missed out the fact that I have to endure an endoscopy on Tuesday and have therefore been on a somewhat limited diet today (boiled fish, potatoes, white bread, eggs, milk and cheese). This is, however, nothing compared to the privations of tomorrow when, in addition to taking industrial strength laxatives, I'm on a liquid diet. I can hardly wait.

And with the cheery thoughts of urinating through my rectum running through my brain, I shall turn in for the night.