Monday, June 19, 2006

Upgrade Request

I was almost there! I finally finished all the real writing tasks for Peryton RPG and I'm ready to put everything together in the book format. And now my hand has to go all screwy and keep me from typing or using a mouse for more than a few minutes at a time! I'm pushing it just doing my part time job but I really can't afford to stop that too, and so far it's getting better as long as I rest it at home, take asprin, and keep the wrist immobilized.

But hey, there's good news too. It really is almost done, and it's totally gonna rock. So there's that anyway. Guess I can use this time to pull back and look over my printouts so far. Make sure it's all gonna fit together when this carpal tunnel thing settles down.

I keep toying with adding this one new class but I still haven't made my mind up. Sort of an ascetic healer/transcendentalist type. It would have some abilities in common with the D&D monk class but would not be as focused on combat and funky weapons and Oriental culture. More of a healer type, but (hopefully) with enough tricks to make it still fun to play.

So maybe I can work out the details of that while I'm sitting around re-playing the Doctor Who episodes I recorded and cursing the frailty of flesh.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

The Greatest Generation?

I'm getting really sick of hearing about how everyone who's too young to have fought in World War II is a spoiled brat who'll never be anywhere near as wonderful as the least among the "greatest generation."

There's nothing all that great about that generation, anyway. They fought in a big war. They went with the tide of history. They did what anybody else would have done in their situation. There's nothing heroic about that. It's just life. And they bred like rats, too. Thanks a lot for that population nudge, greatniks. Thanks for the boom that led to urban sprawl, toxic wastelands, and global warming. I am so humbled before your greatness.

There's no such thing as a great generation. The only thing we get from glorifying the past is the inability to grow out of it.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Puritan Pain

I've got a headache so bad that it's actually upsetting my stomach as well.  I just wanna go home and lay in the dark for the rest of the day, but noooo, I had to have this stinking "work ethic," so here I am, squinting at these crabby little correction notes and updating engineering specs instead.  Yet another reason to curse the black souls of my Calvinist ancestors.