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Mike: "You know, you could end every sentence in this book about the Sidhe [Nobles: The Shining Host] with 'wank, wank, wank,' and it would have about the same emotional impact."
We have been reading up on Changeling lately, due to the lucky confluence of a new game starting, sudden access to Lauren's entire collection, and a lot of time on our hands. Though we disagree on a number of subjects, we both agree totally that the sidhe, collectively and individually, are total assholes. Lauren continues to insist that they have some redeeming qualities, but I cannot see them. These wankers make Ventrue look like enlightened statesmen, in that they tend to at least conform to and work within the system of government of whatever country they're in at the time. Taking a democratic country and trying to restore it to the aristocratic feudalism that helped contribute to the spread of the black death and thus the Shattering is the logic of the extremely inbred. I'm very glad that in the chronicle Lauren is running us through, we're commoner rebels. I don't think I could play a sidhe with a straight face. I'm not sure whether I hate them more than werewolves, who have the same sort of entitlement mentality, but it's certainly a close race.
Anyway, we had a fun day yesterday. Lauren and I spent the morning at the Tanger outlet mall, where I got a couple of cute tops and a pair of shorts, a set of four Pyrex bowls with lids and a Pyrex baking dish, two cooling racks, a deck of cards, a six-in-one travel game set, and some incredible trail mix, all for 63 dollars. Yay! Then in the evening, we went and saw the fireworks. The weather was miserable, but eventually the rain and wind died down enough for them to shoot off the fireworks, and they were just incredible. I've never been so close to a display before, where we could smell the smoke and had little bits of casing raining down on us. It was awesome. We got totally lost afterwards and couldn't find the car for a really long time, but eventually we did and all was well. We learned a valuable lesson about checking which cross-street you've parked nearest. There were plenty of helpful policemen around, but none of us knew where exactly we'd parked. Oops!
Today I have to send a letter to Knox, requesting an official transcript be sent to the law school. What a pain in the butt. Still, when they get it, they will be able to see my awesome Cum Laudeness and be extra-pleased that they decided to give me a scholarship. And that will be good.
We have been reading up on Changeling lately, due to the lucky confluence of a new game starting, sudden access to Lauren's entire collection, and a lot of time on our hands. Though we disagree on a number of subjects, we both agree totally that the sidhe, collectively and individually, are total assholes. Lauren continues to insist that they have some redeeming qualities, but I cannot see them. These wankers make Ventrue look like enlightened statesmen, in that they tend to at least conform to and work within the system of government of whatever country they're in at the time. Taking a democratic country and trying to restore it to the aristocratic feudalism that helped contribute to the spread of the black death and thus the Shattering is the logic of the extremely inbred. I'm very glad that in the chronicle Lauren is running us through, we're commoner rebels. I don't think I could play a sidhe with a straight face. I'm not sure whether I hate them more than werewolves, who have the same sort of entitlement mentality, but it's certainly a close race.
Anyway, we had a fun day yesterday. Lauren and I spent the morning at the Tanger outlet mall, where I got a couple of cute tops and a pair of shorts, a set of four Pyrex bowls with lids and a Pyrex baking dish, two cooling racks, a deck of cards, a six-in-one travel game set, and some incredible trail mix, all for 63 dollars. Yay! Then in the evening, we went and saw the fireworks. The weather was miserable, but eventually the rain and wind died down enough for them to shoot off the fireworks, and they were just incredible. I've never been so close to a display before, where we could smell the smoke and had little bits of casing raining down on us. It was awesome. We got totally lost afterwards and couldn't find the car for a really long time, but eventually we did and all was well. We learned a valuable lesson about checking which cross-street you've parked nearest. There were plenty of helpful policemen around, but none of us knew where exactly we'd parked. Oops!
Today I have to send a letter to Knox, requesting an official transcript be sent to the law school. What a pain in the butt. Still, when they get it, they will be able to see my awesome Cum Laudeness and be extra-pleased that they decided to give me a scholarship. And that will be good.
