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Blargh. Been a bit off lately due to some fatigue. Probably depression (holidays suck around here - too many people died around them), the weather (mother nature hates us all), excess blood cells (yay, polycythemia!), or maybe a bit of all of them.

Finished up the last PC for the Aeon "V-Team" today - well I'm FINISHING up the PC. Still need to use Vehicles to knock out a battlesuit. I need to also chart plots and stuff, but that never takes me long. I do have some troubles:

1) I need to stat out a "rewind time" power.
2) I need to work up some other time powers.
3) I need to create some orichalcum weapons and a shield.

I woke up late today from a twisted dream. In it Nimbus and I were sitting on a park bench staring at the sun. There was a clockwork frog sitting next to us with three clockwork flies. Then, sunday the sun *shifted* 180 degrees and we were...somewhere else. Like in the shadows of the real world, but not. Then Nimbus began to speak to me "Oh, boy. You're not supposed to be here." I of course, freaked out because my cat was talking. Then a man in a white rabbit head/mask appeared with a pocket watch.

"Finally. A successor," it said and removed the mask. It was just a guy. He explained that I could see the cracks in things and that was how the light got in (Leonard Cohen in my dreams, man.). That the world was full of cracks that let you travel to other dimensions. And that's when things went CRAZY NUTS. Somehow, the White Rabbit took me into the fourth dimension and I was a hyper-fractalized being spinning in and out of existence. Then we went through a door and into this...place. It was some sort of pocket dimension filled with knick knacks from all over the world and time. WR explained that he wasn't the first White Rabbit nor was the man before him. It was a title passed down as was "the Alice" (but he never explained that in the dream). His job was to keep the dimensions separate but partially conjoined. Since I saw the crack if was now my job as his successor to take up the mantle. Then he showed me this room where everything was two-dimensional and I became two-dimensional and then another room where I became one-dimensional. Just a point in space. It was so disturbing that I woke up with a start and took a while to get back to sleep. Crazy right?
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Man, it's been one of those days. Ended up waking up late for New Year's dinner to find that my mum was late getting dinner prepared. Ended up helping with that. We fried about 15 lbs. of chicken, made homemade mashed potatoes and gravy, sweat peas, collards, black-eyed peas, mac n' cheese, corn muffins, and some brown and serve rolls. Then I got to do the dishes and clean up because I didn't want her to have to do it (she had stepped away to deliver some food to my aunt).

Basically my day went to hell. I had some stuff I had to do and I BARELY made the deadline.

I need to go shopping tomorrow and then Tuesday is the dreaded Hematologist's appointment so they can pull a freaking 5 gallon bucket of blood out of me for more tests (ALL THE BLOOD. ALL OF IT).

Wednesday I'm going to do a "online mixer" for my Aeon guys since we haven't seen each other in almost a month. Stupid adult responsibilities.

Oh, whoever sent these crystal skulls for an X-mas present, har har har. (No, seriously, it's hilarious. Where did you get them you magnificent bastard? My current supers campaign has crystal skulls as a theme and I thought this was awesome as hell.)

Ah well. Off to do more work.
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Wow, it feels eons since my last post…reality check, it’s been three freaking weeks. Still, between getting my garden ready, getting my GURPS campaign ready, socializing with my friends, and dealing with all the crap that comes with real life…well it’s been bloody busy. Still, things have more or less slowed down, my garden has been planned out for this year, and some of the new plots have been denuded of weeds, grass, and other undesirable plants. This weekend I’ll probably try to till it (though my sister will end up doing it most likely, my leg being damn near crippled after all), barring that I’ll finish prepping the ground and putting up some runner fences for the cucumbers and other vine plants. And yeah, if you’re wondering I really like to work with my hands especially when it comes to creating or growing things. I’m in no way as good as my mother when it comes to gardening, she has a helluva green thumb. I do okay though and I’m not half bad when it comes to growing herbs.

It’s a tense time right now for me, being as badly insulin dependent as I am I have to get my medicine from a charity clinic, hell, my medical care from said clinic. I have a ton of articles written for Pyramid (and at least 3 half-written ones using Ritual Path Magic) but I can’t submit them because if I get paid the medical care I have been receiving might go away…I know what you’re thinking right now “Gee, you’re a lay about and are just avoiding work!” actually I’m not, I’m doing the only thing I can do to stay healthy. I take 60 units of Levemir and 45 units of NovaLog insulin a day, I go through on average a bottle a month of each (which is a LOT) each bottle retails for about $250…Pyramid articles pay maybe that for one article…see my dilemma? And I'm sure as hell not badmouthing Pyramid, that's a really competitive rate, but right now, it hinders me more than helps me.

So I do the only thing I can do, I write my ideas down, and hope that I’ll be able to get the government assistance I so desperately need. Purely physical (paying) jobs are more or less impossible for me now and that’s all the job training I’ve ever really had. I get dizzy if I’m on my feet to long and have to sit down or fall down. Hell my leg starts twitching after twenty or so minutes and it only gets worse if I don’t rest. When I say “I’m going to be gardening”, it’s more like “I’m going to be gardening from the comfort of a nearby chair I can sit in if need be” I’m twenty-nine freaking years old and I already have mobility issues, that just sucks, least I’m not in a wheel chair, hell I got to keep my leg so I’m grateful for that.

Oh, my good friend Troy wrote a blog post about gaming yesterday, the whole post stemmed from a conversation my gaming group had about psychics in my Chronicles of Ceteri setting. NOTE: To anyone reading said post when Troy talks about the Council they’re more like a paranormal version of the UN than the Watcher’s Council (from Buffy the Vampire Slayer) or The White Council (from Jim Butcher’s the Dresden Files) though they do share similarities with both, and many other organized bodies in urban fantasy or other supernatural fiction. No, the Council in the Chronicles of Ceteri setting tries to police the supernatural world, mostly succeeding, but sometimes failing utterly and miserably, after all they are just one group, a powerful one, but they can’t be everywhere.

For those so inclined to read I intend to post synopsis of my game sessions on my blog, and note that the synopsis is written more as a story than a after action game report, i.e. nearly zero mention of game mechanics.

Whew. That was a lot to get out, aright, I’m gonna go get a taco. ‘Cause taco’s rule.


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