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I don't do holiday cards.

This is not because I don't like mail. I like receiving mail a great deal.

It's because I totally suck at getting them written and mailed, and I hate to disappoint people by telling them they'll get something in the mail from me and then not sending it. Even worse, I hate to feel that I've offended people by making them think I left them out. I'd rather just not send anything.

So, while I certainly wish everyone happy holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Happy Kwanza, Happy New Year, a Blessed Solstice, etc., etc., I will not mail out any greetings of the season. Since I am not confident of my ability to reciprocate, I generally don't sign up to get cards from people on LJ when they put up their, "Give me your address so I can send you a card" holiday post.

If you still want/have my address and wish to send me something without reciprocation, know that I appreciate it immensely.
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In the course of helping a friend of a friend to get their t-shirt printed on Threadless, I discovered their t-shirt was REALLY REALLY COOL.

http://www.threadless.com/submission/275903/I_Want_To_Live_in_Outer_Space

If you're willing to sign up, go ahead and rate it - more ratings apparently does something to get it printed, though I don't know exactly how it works.
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[livejournal.com profile] bootler Booooooooored.

Pieter - Me too. Let's play D&D or something.

[livejournal.com profile] bootler - lol, sure!

Pieter - Um... you are standing in a forest...

[livejournal.com profile] bootler - I attack the darkness!!
No, wait, getting ahead of myself...
Uhm. I start walking.

Pieter - You see a tree. rolls It is a... rolls... tall... rolls... magical... rolls... Sausage... rolls... tree.

[livejournal.com profile] bootler - I stride forward and rolls attack it with a rolls and shuffles some paper short sword. I rolls and curses miss and stab my own foot

Pieter - The tall sausage tree rolls is in flower. Save versus Pollen.

Tin Crawford - rolls) (double checks stats) uhm, 13?

Pieter - Hmm. You are unaffected by the sausage pollen. The tall sausage tree stands silently, grim and unmoved by your foot-stabbing. Out of the corner of your eye, you spy a rolls... green... rolls... Davenport.

[livejournal.com profile] bootler - Somewhat hobbled, I glower as I limp my way towards the davenport. I sheath my short sword and pull a (checks equipment sheet)... roll of cloth out of my bag to serve as a makeshift bandage. I sit down and perform (rolls)... haphazard first aid on my foot.

Pieter - The Davenport attacks. What sort of armor you got?

[livejournal.com profile] bootler - (looks at equipment sheet) looks like a upturned pot on my head, leather chestpiece, and metal greaves +1

Pieter - Oh, you've played through the Chamberpot Chronicles, I see! Right... so, that gives you an AC of 3. (rolls) The Green Davenport bites you in the hindquarters as you sit down, dealing (rolls) 32 points of Subdual Cushion Damage.

[livejournal.com profile] bootler - I cry out in (rolls) more shock than pain as that cuts my HP by (double checks) a quarter. I leap up, pull out my short sword and (rolls) thrust the sword into the Green Davenport's cushions. (rolls) critical hit! I deal 40 Sharp Stabbing Damage

Pieter van Hiel - The Davenport spills crimson polyfill stuffing all over the forest floor, gabbling and gloaming forlornly as it shudders out its death throes. Searching the corpse, you find $1.76 in pennies and nickles in its belly, along with 3d6 broken crackers and the universal remote.

Silence falls on the forest.

[livejournal.com profile] velvetpage - My students want to know why I'm giggling through French class.

[livejournal.com profile] bootler - (writes down loots on sheet, rolls a 16 for number of broken crackers)

Munching one on of the crackers, I examine the universal remote. Curiously, I press the button for (rolls) "healing"

Pieter - The crimson polyfill glurms and schlurps back into the Green Davenport. It blinks its buttons, and then ROARS....

[livejournal.com profile] bootler - I give a high pitched shriek and reflexively press a random button on the remote. Looking down I see I've hit (rolls) video input

Pieter - The world flickers and shakes, and suddenly, you find yourself in a forest, looking at a female warrior with a chamberpot on her head, carrying a polyfill stained sword. You jump back - and so does she! But you find your view getting closer, nonetheless...

[livejournal.com profile] bootler - Horribly disoriented I close my eyes. "Who are you?" I demand of the female warrior.

Pieter - The female warrior (who looks strangely familar) seems be mocking you, mouthing your words as you say them. Also, you get even closer to her, and then..(rolls)... bite her very hard for (rolls)... 63 points of Subdual Cushion Damage.

[livejournal.com profile] bootler - (rolls an intelligence check; 18) finally cluing in to what has happened, I try desperately to push "video input" again and get back inside my own body. (rolls; 16)

Pieter - Hang on... are we playing 1st edition, 2nd edition or some unholy blasphemous variant of the game that was released after 1989? Peers over the DM screen at you

[livejournal.com profile] bootler - Uhm, 4th edition? holds up books it's the only one I know!

Pieter - Oh, fer.... rolling high for Intelligence checks is bad! Except when it's good! Also, the lower your AC, the better. Perfectly sensible, I'm sure you'll agree. All right, I'm willing to allow the INT check success.

Hitting Video Input again, the world flickers and shakes once more, and then the forest is replaced by a crude stone hut. A deformed woman with red hair and coal black eyes approaches.

"Fred, did you put the sabertooth out for the night?"

[livejournal.com profile] bootler - (writes a few notes next to the skill check & AC area)

"Uhhhhmmmmm," I stare at the deformed woman in confusion. "Yes?"

Pieter - Terrible pain wracks your body as you answer the woman, as though you'd just been gnawed for 15 more points of Subdual Cushion Damage. She does not acknowledge your reply, but a horrible frog-like voice emerges from you...

"Awww, Wilma, me and Barney were going out to play pool!"

[livejournal.com profile] bootler - Panicking I lash out randomly with whatever weapon comes immediately to hand (rolls; 3). At the same time I press a button on the universal remote, with no idea what button it might be (rolls; 14).

Pieter - You wave your sword (not that you can see it) and miss by a wide margin. You mash the (rolls) Power button. You are standing in a silent forest next to an immobile Green Davenport and a menacing Sausage Tree. Searching the dead Davenport, you find nothing.

[livejournal.com profile] bootler - In a tremendous amount of pain, I take my paltry 10 hit points and shuffle a few feet away from the Green Davenport and Sausage Tree before sitting down on the ground. I rifle through my bag and (double checks equipment list) pull out a small healing potion. I drink it gratefully.

Pieter - A warm glow fills your body, and you feel as though angels are massaging your every limb. Wounds close, and bruises fade...

You heal (rolls) 1 point of damage.

Hmm. I probably should have rolled for the HP before describing it so elaborately.

[livejournal.com profile] bootler - (mutters under breath while updating my HP)

Resolving to be more cautious in the future - and breathing a prayer to Kord to look kindly on a lowly warrior - I continue hobbling my way deeper into the forest.

Pieter - Annnnnd, thus ends the Adventure of the Davenport, Part One. :)
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The summer I turned sixteen was the year I moved to Hamilton. It was also the only year I went to the Salvation Army's music camp for older teens and early twenties, known as the National Institute of Music, or National for short. It happened - still does - every year at Jackson's Point in the week right before Labour Day.

That year, I hung out a fair bit with yet another Peter. (How many of those do I know?) Also with his girlfriend, whom I believe he was in the process of breaking up with at the time, named Rebecca. She and I corresponded for a while before falling out of touch. What can I say, it was the age before the internet. Anyway, this Peter was an officer's son like me. His younger sister was good friends with my younger sister, as they were about the same age, and his parents were among the Toronto-area officers who didn't shun my parents when they left The Work two years before. (There were a surprising number who never spoke to my dad again.)

It was a summer of transition, and I don't know if I was at all memorable as a companion. I was painfully shy to my own perception, and awkward, especially about boys. It would be two more years before my snail-mail romance that led to my marriage.

Anyway, [livejournal.com profile] pvenables friended Piet a while back. I'm not sure if he realized that Piet's much-lauded wife is an old friend of his. So, Hi, Peter! It's Erin! How's life been treating you?

Social.

Sep. 6th, 2008 06:51 pm
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My house is full of people, my table full of tomatoes and tomato salad and cookies, and my kitchen full of wings, turkey fingers, and sausage.

I'm happy.

I need a family 2.0 icon.
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Added a few people, subtracted a few others, went, "who the heck is that?" over a few people who friended me at some point since I last looked at the list, and went, "I didn't know I wasn't on their friends list!" over a few others.

If you want me to add you or think you were dropped by accident, drop me a comment and explain why. Most of the personal stuff is friends-locked, and a lot of the semi-interesting stuff as well; I leave Posts of Actual Content unlocked when I can do so without revealing more than I want to, and I rarely lock posted links or memes.

Comments screened so you can do that with some privacy; personally, I hate asking someone publicly why I'm not on their list anymore.
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A friend of mine has a pattern published in this book, which looks really cool. I'm off to order it, to support my budding-author friend as other people supported/are supporting me! (Yes, that was a hint.) If you're into knitting, put it on your Amazon wish list and/or buy it. It'll match the other books on my crafty shelf quite nicely. :)

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