tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283001192024-03-13T08:57:23.750-05:00Willfully and Persistently(Robin) Christina Lea's Internet Heat SinkChristina Leahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129618630890394036noreply@blogger.comBlogger522125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28300119.post-18077294365701048442024-03-12T08:30:00.001-05:002024-03-12T08:30:00.345-05:00Back in Middle Earth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtSN4WzmYQSr4WhZtczBdB0ZISnttqBvWBZI0I_q3HxC5FVRKI2I8FyWMLYT94EiZsbEZ-1HmT8XKOfhYVpeaWdBcTI8cWIWAz27o_DIpGEBjU4L-pP1jtw9ckODqtenZ4IKuuf4Hrjc5hZAJRTXnI6WdtyANJWR8WbmVNcgje5QaT7wXCNcIR6Q/s1074/Hobbiton.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="655" data-original-width="1074" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtSN4WzmYQSr4WhZtczBdB0ZISnttqBvWBZI0I_q3HxC5FVRKI2I8FyWMLYT94EiZsbEZ-1HmT8XKOfhYVpeaWdBcTI8cWIWAz27o_DIpGEBjU4L-pP1jtw9ckODqtenZ4IKuuf4Hrjc5hZAJRTXnI6WdtyANJWR8WbmVNcgje5QaT7wXCNcIR6Q/s320/Hobbiton.png" width="320" /></a></div>I had been listening to audiobooks on the way home from work. I listened to <a href="https://www.christinalea.com/2023/10/bonfire.html">Bonfire</a> and Darth Plagueis and The Exorcist. <div><br /><div>I started listening to Book of Swords but it kinda put me off after a while. I'm not sure why. Anyway, I got out of the habit. </div><div><br /></div><div>The original idea was to read stuff that's new to me. Recently, though, I decided I needed some Tolkien in my life again so I started Lord of the Rings (unabridged, not one of the dramatized versions). </div><div>I'm in the midst of one of my favorite parts, the Old Forest / Barrow Downs bit (and the Shire-to-Rivendell journey in general). Pure joy.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's probably the best thing happening in my life right now.</div><p><br /></p><p>
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</div>Christina Leahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129618630890394036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28300119.post-41921845093649606402024-03-11T04:26:00.001-05:002024-03-11T04:37:08.983-05:00Death to DST<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQ7hZBMLc38CfBlptiIXP2udIpod0VcETnq9XrqCN-8rz3rSpWBgguE6KwPL6wMGuxrfdPkZREGzkm5t-XmCz5MUWwB5yHCw2_mwyf-u9APC5hUJQxPi6-16XVMVH8PdUnX3kYFp3BTLFaPuqAbibynpcHfKzC0GUA0K4159mkFx2SVwfBgTu9g/s680/FB_IMG_1709255341750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="644" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQ7hZBMLc38CfBlptiIXP2udIpod0VcETnq9XrqCN-8rz3rSpWBgguE6KwPL6wMGuxrfdPkZREGzkm5t-XmCz5MUWwB5yHCw2_mwyf-u9APC5hUJQxPi6-16XVMVH8PdUnX3kYFp3BTLFaPuqAbibynpcHfKzC0GUA0K4159mkFx2SVwfBgTu9g/w189-h200/FB_IMG_1709255341750.jpg" width="189" /></a></div>Adjusting all the clocks for Daylight Saving Time always makes me feel like a collaborator. Like, did I really do everything I could to fight this abomination before I recanted? <p><br /></p><p>
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</div>Christina Leahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129618630890394036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28300119.post-53502658205830106772024-03-07T05:27:00.001-06:002024-03-11T04:36:37.603-05:00Whoever You Hate, Netanyahu is Worse<span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSFc8p6uhuzlJhKxuEmbEgQHC7VOWL0x3NUUGUL62OPrDniJA-PjAqaZG3DaF7dzYIPrBpydPxgRQcVFy8-j7sU3RsGqWa3-3HC1OQp-HFj9RIDqNTnUpkjhCVjNHVQiOmevXZD97WnikLdE0KAuxZqslKNuHBEoFLWkJBPOwoX47A44VAsYYDZg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1171" data-original-width="1921" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjSFc8p6uhuzlJhKxuEmbEgQHC7VOWL0x3NUUGUL62OPrDniJA-PjAqaZG3DaF7dzYIPrBpydPxgRQcVFy8-j7sU3RsGqWa3-3HC1OQp-HFj9RIDqNTnUpkjhCVjNHVQiOmevXZD97WnikLdE0KAuxZqslKNuHBEoFLWkJBPOwoX47A44VAsYYDZg=w400-h244" width="400" /></a></div>I don't want to block the ads, because I'm afraid I'll be hindering their cause, but it really hurts when Facebook shows me pictures of maimed cats that I can't save. I won't block those images because I think there are people who need to see them. The really outrageous thing is, nobody even has to decide whether or not to block images of maimed and murdered humans, because Facebook would never let us see those to begin with. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">And, of course, nobody is happier about this than Israel, because, if you saw their victims as human, you might pay attention. Look at the ads with the maimed animals. If that doesn't horrify you (and it's not my job to tell you what went wrong in your life to make that so) then imagine those abused, permanently disabled, creatures are human. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">And then put that fucking blue star on the image like a trademark, like a brand that they own, because that's who Israel is, as a nation, and that's who we are, because we make it possible. Not 'made,' because we're still doing it. Your tax dollars are, RIGHT NOW, feeding a war that serves nothing but a vicious, simian compulsion to conquer, to rule, to crush. </span><br /><br /><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;">As citizens of the United States, we're all killing and maiming people, just to give Bebe something to jack off to. </span><div><span style="white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><p>
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</div>Christina Leahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129618630890394036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28300119.post-87899488601204816102024-02-01T01:52:00.003-06:002024-02-01T19:24:27.357-06:00Shaking Off Mud<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidmm_0EOgUgPQZAV-U2cYkloSn8Tu0gBoa2VfzPAJnYGDUCNL140EWGpuuls3HNleNefPqoJUnAvQsTmTr0nIsLkJg3v8KA8vS6y9InxszSrxtko1JpdLuIqbXALiToAIktXjaryDI6UZPdK8JTzk3oyXUpgHtVDIca-mSrTxyDWChzk2uWng1w/s3264/IMG_20210214_202024.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidmm_0EOgUgPQZAV-U2cYkloSn8Tu0gBoa2VfzPAJnYGDUCNL140EWGpuuls3HNleNefPqoJUnAvQsTmTr0nIsLkJg3v8KA8vS6y9InxszSrxtko1JpdLuIqbXALiToAIktXjaryDI6UZPdK8JTzk3oyXUpgHtVDIca-mSrTxyDWChzk2uWng1w/w320-h240/IMG_20210214_202024.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I do these visualizations to meditate, sometimes. In one, I imagine all my financial/social obligations as a field of thick, clingy mud. It starts to pull me down, and I give myself to the Fire. The Fire burns brightly enough to dry the mud, and, as its vessel, I do too. We bake the mud into solid steps I can climb. We burn more. We burn brightly enough to cook the whole pit into a platform I can walk across. Finally, the Fire lifts me off the ground and all the mud, the flesh, falls away. The only obligation I have left is to keep burning. <p><br /></p><p>
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</div>Christina Leahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129618630890394036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28300119.post-82894596622576819952024-01-27T16:13:00.001-06:002024-01-27T16:17:34.290-06:00Whatever<h2 style="text-align: left;">Here, have some cat pictures. </h2><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwueKyGjWv82qqOSxkzSOifJ5ACCX9cpGJOS4atrOQIpq-pLZ91apY0TjMw6fwqILOlQzuLlUF26qxl-rpHsQP_PQn31aYlqEC4vi0payCzv0J8d1ROq4LLUIfsKfGNyyfF4SXuGhW92rRbUgZdvcx9qJ9Ln_1chyphenhyphenMeUAK-tSDDil_t8zDWdjP4A/s4160/IMG_20231118_003134050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1872" data-original-width="4160" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwueKyGjWv82qqOSxkzSOifJ5ACCX9cpGJOS4atrOQIpq-pLZ91apY0TjMw6fwqILOlQzuLlUF26qxl-rpHsQP_PQn31aYlqEC4vi0payCzv0J8d1ROq4LLUIfsKfGNyyfF4SXuGhW92rRbUgZdvcx9qJ9Ln_1chyphenhyphenMeUAK-tSDDil_t8zDWdjP4A/w400-h180/IMG_20231118_003134050.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQGqrPSZ99UX6OSPoMuyFN5Qc15ypu5k-RyWcdhqsh7iishngmIDHQ34JpovNILLO4cN-gEdM8Qo7sIwBzeKRgOBpkp2Kj8cxF0O9NVX3nNTtyzykIra8BuQDqb8ZnhrEaqBuy01EYvOhKzXHP0ExQy6WOsRJyX-WXF4C5ugSpYZODBwae0ASuA/s1872/IMG_20231025_001450_125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1872" data-original-width="1872" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQGqrPSZ99UX6OSPoMuyFN5Qc15ypu5k-RyWcdhqsh7iishngmIDHQ34JpovNILLO4cN-gEdM8Qo7sIwBzeKRgOBpkp2Kj8cxF0O9NVX3nNTtyzykIra8BuQDqb8ZnhrEaqBuy01EYvOhKzXHP0ExQy6WOsRJyX-WXF4C5ugSpYZODBwae0ASuA/w400-h400/IMG_20231025_001450_125.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuEftU1HjaeOD5k6EAtSTA9A-8wrxXZg6PK7NXeclrN_7z6qFrxDUdXBSKXl7CrKocEU1B4hGVcZzaDkLP0l2zPR_DRsqA5TFi6vNvKbYc0BcL2XXL6Fiz1qNjHKjImjGp5FHovclMKawsHxghQHeWhXUbVPMJY6cVM0HBMTAjML_afFkYkUoqw/s2694/IMG_20230728_034706238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1872" data-original-width="2694" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuEftU1HjaeOD5k6EAtSTA9A-8wrxXZg6PK7NXeclrN_7z6qFrxDUdXBSKXl7CrKocEU1B4hGVcZzaDkLP0l2zPR_DRsqA5TFi6vNvKbYc0BcL2XXL6Fiz1qNjHKjImjGp5FHovclMKawsHxghQHeWhXUbVPMJY6cVM0HBMTAjML_afFkYkUoqw/w400-h278/IMG_20230728_034706238.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><h2 style="text-align: left;">Feel better?</h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOyroqXLYiCfw507gKWGsILKDmX7LBxFvxoCEohwBKmGtbChmwcFT74qhlMOzUY-x6cgJjEJcwI4ZCDTogl4y5m-Vj2eF7-BlgE9d04rFpq-ZGeEDlXhhvvghlG4YYVK0ZvhMhpUyWeQ0ZN02Nx3JRs9v4abVozh9MYFwOqUhbjUU1RXVsvdN-A/s821/FB_IMG_1701505874161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="821" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOyroqXLYiCfw507gKWGsILKDmX7LBxFvxoCEohwBKmGtbChmwcFT74qhlMOzUY-x6cgJjEJcwI4ZCDTogl4y5m-Vj2eF7-BlgE9d04rFpq-ZGeEDlXhhvvghlG4YYVK0ZvhMhpUyWeQ0ZN02Nx3JRs9v4abVozh9MYFwOqUhbjUU1RXVsvdN-A/w351-h400/FB_IMG_1701505874161.jpg" width="351" /></a></div><br /><p><i><font face="arial">Keep up with future posts by <a href="https://follow.it/christinalea?action=followPub">following me</a>!</font></i></p><p></p><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">
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</div>Christina Leahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129618630890394036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28300119.post-73664643838274758332024-01-10T16:28:00.007-06:002024-01-10T17:36:52.755-06:00Defenders Sessions 8-11<div>I was scrolling through the "SuperHero" tag after posting last night's review and noticed that I never posted the rest of my <a href="https://www.christinalea.com/search/label/Defenders">Defenders</a> session recaps. Some of these were just notes I wrote for myself, rather than for strangers to read, so there's that. Anyway, here ya go. Oh, and yes, one of my players who joined around this point just <i>had</i> to be a goddamn DC character. I apologize on his behalf.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOLwiPz0-qqETcCNGQ6NmLq7v7w1gisIgDlSDjD2Nx0GPG9WkRX6_csLoTQgsFnNjrLLDYxOop-x52MT3_iSJEHSGWK5EeTVjLJ18eJcNvAiEbpf-mhTfqBJGSaYv5bS10ouT5e-R4Ewdpfl15Iy3r6knIfol-nz3Cy4YUO29TerH49uCGuARrw/s2377/Defenders-Session1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="824" data-original-width="2377" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOLwiPz0-qqETcCNGQ6NmLq7v7w1gisIgDlSDjD2Nx0GPG9WkRX6_csLoTQgsFnNjrLLDYxOop-x52MT3_iSJEHSGWK5EeTVjLJ18eJcNvAiEbpf-mhTfqBJGSaYv5bS10ouT5e-R4Ewdpfl15Iy3r6knIfol-nz3Cy4YUO29TerH49uCGuARrw/w400-h139/Defenders-Session1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div><b>Session 8 Recap (04/11/20)</b></div><div><br /><div>Cut Scene: Skivorski investigating. Follows Croit and CTE enforcers into warehouse where he sees them packing up (take this/leave that). Croit mentions that they have to clear everything important out because "those Hydra freaks" have been snooping around. Suddenly we see Skivorski cry out and fall and pan up to Silencer, crouching on top of some crates. Croit and his crew, expecting more people to show up, rush to leave and carelessly knock over a barrel on Skivorski. As the villains leave, we see Skivorski scream and get up as bullets fall out of his skin. He staggers towards the front door as his skin bubbles and his features warp.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jessica has been sleeping a lot. Harry hired a new drummer for Dazzler's band, Johann, "Jack" Toggins, a big nordic-looking guy. </div><div><br /></div><div>The Big Concert: Starts great, although Jack is a little heavy-handed. Then protesters show up with anti-powers signs. Fights break out, but Dazzler pacifies them with a light show and the song, "Imagine." Jess didn't have to intervene. Kate Kane was hanging out at the bar. </div><div><br /></div><div>While the crowd is clearing out, there's a scream from backstage. Alison, Jess, and Kate, show up and see Cassie with a Hydra-drained Lance. She says she just found him this way. Jess is compelled to link into Hyra-consciousness and finds out Cassie did it because Lance caught her melting stuff with her aura. Same with Beefer.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jess pretends to help but really tricks Cassie into burning her arm a little and calls Costa. She uses the burn to make it obvious that Cassie is powered and get her hauled off to The Raft. Introductions and stuff. Everyone's famous. </div><div><br /></div><div>Later, Doc Samson (post-mutation Skivorski) shows up with his muscles and green hair and tells them about the warehouse in the Bronx. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Session 9 (4/25/20)</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Ali, Jess, and Kate check out the warehouse and find several hydras also checking it out. They find spilled chemicals and a control panel with three big buttons and masking-tape labels reading FEAR, DOUBT, and HATE. Jessica used her hydra link to get in on their plan and keep them away from the others. Their plan turned out to be destroying the vault and setting all its inmates loose on the city. None of them knew who Fury really was.</div><div><br /></div><div>They also caught a guy named Basil Elks who tried to freeze Ali and Samson with some kind of psi power. </div><div><br /></div><div>Jessica left and tried to use her hydra abilities to identify Fury. A vague feeling made her suspect Trish. When confronted, Trish seemed oblivious so Jess tried to make contact again. Trish's expression changed suddenly. She said, "what have you done?" and passed out.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Session 10 (5/9/20)</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Cassie got disintegrated by Fury on her way to the Raft.</div><div><br /></div><div>Everybody ended up at Trish's apartment. They couldn't wake her up so they called Claire, who said she needed a hospital with big beepy machinery or something. After a little reconnaissance courtesy of Kate's drone, they found that the old theater across from Rudy's still had an active CTE lab. They broke in and intimidated the scientist there into letting them use his gadgets. </div><div><br /></div><div>Samson suggested projecting their minds into Trish's because "her consciousness is fragmented." In Trish's mind, they overcame some trippy obstacles and finally set her free from a funky dome thing. Trish woke up and told them there was more to Fury's plan and it had wanted to incorporate everyone into its hydra collective. Also, while the remaining hydras (including Jess) were no longer linked, some of them still had powers.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Session 11 (6/8/20)</b></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG9t21lx38_10LaOoU22cAdlpnJnqM_pA7AoNNpgNrawJOq5Ci_j4juPR3XupEI4gqhfRS_px7VEbqglhMIfd7dSIc0qkrOioV4u1xQ9IGp5ZDi4e0kzItpazmusUN6Dn0RJETVbXJZdoGP2RppHO9zkOvNYCQnu8hIV3cDgggsl3UZrr9Lth1kQ/s780/marvel_tv_netflix_card.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="438" data-original-width="780" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG9t21lx38_10LaOoU22cAdlpnJnqM_pA7AoNNpgNrawJOq5Ci_j4juPR3XupEI4gqhfRS_px7VEbqglhMIfd7dSIc0qkrOioV4u1xQ9IGp5ZDi4e0kzItpazmusUN6Dn0RJETVbXJZdoGP2RppHO9zkOvNYCQnu8hIV3cDgggsl3UZrr9Lth1kQ/s320/marvel_tv_netflix_card.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>With the destruction (?) of Fury, Hydra was going berserk in New York. Malcolm gathered a gaggle of powered peeps over at Alias and put together a plan to split up into groups and take down the assorted villains and their brainwashed minions all at once. Dazzler, who had seen Moon Knight die, was a little surprised to see him there. He shrugged it off as, "a Moon thing."</div><div><br /></div><div>15th Precinct – Iron Fist, Frank Castle, Doc Samson</div><div>A ghost was terrorizing the 15th Precinct. Danny put on his Iron Fist outfit and joined Frank Castle and Doc Samson to check it out. They found Cassie ranting to a brainwashed mob about how Dazzler and her freak friends got her killed and she was going to get revenge. Frank ran in and begged Cassie to take him to the other side so he could see his family again. She reached into his chest and he dropped. Samson decided he should take on the ghost while Iron Fist did crowd control, which didn't work out so well because Samson couldn't touch her. Switching roles, Iron Fist found a way to drain her chi, although he pleaded with her to go in peace so he wouldn't have to destroy her. Once she was vacuumed up, they were able to revive Frank.</div><div><br /></div><div>Times Square – Luke Cage, Colleen Wing, Moon Knight</div><div>Ripley Ryan and Vince Hayes were in Times Square preaching the virtues of Hydra. Ripley turned out to be so strong that she was even able to hurt Luke (Sweet Christmas!). Vince had mind control powers. Again, there was a mob to fight but the good guys won eventually.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hell's Kitchen Pier – Hellcat, Misty Knight, Daredevil</div><div>Doreen Green, Jackson Day, Jason Macendale, and a bunch of goons were taking over a boat at one of the docks in Hell's Kitchen. Doreen's annoying power nullification ability caused Misty's arm to weaken. Jackson had rage powers and Jason had a bunch of gadgets. He also had a psychic thing, but he never got around to using it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Next time, in part 2 the season finale, we get to find out what happened to Jessica, Alison, and Kate.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Session 12 (6/20/20)</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Intro</div><div>Red Hook Pier – Jessica Jones, Dazzler, Batwoman</div><div>(Basil Elks, Joey Macone, Maddy Pryor)</div>Oops. I guess I never got around to doing this one. Bummer. I'm pretty sure there was a surreal party scene on a boat.</div><div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0Z6tuDUS3SiWB2yziRRo02zWodUxg3EapceGN6O3Gz4j6H3fGu_AlKRb8f1Y0j9S1fu_IdICgGkHIsjv22Qtej41I8sQzas2KIgNAx6R6nYF3qR8yJVPCeptuCt65pAVGBSMrynEuiNJCv7cl3gdAthyphenhyphenCaLZzkaWldz0xZ63HzZtiC7nvxO-9g/s1350/Halloween-2011.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1350" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0Z6tuDUS3SiWB2yziRRo02zWodUxg3EapceGN6O3Gz4j6H3fGu_AlKRb8f1Y0j9S1fu_IdICgGkHIsjv22Qtej41I8sQzas2KIgNAx6R6nYF3qR8yJVPCeptuCt65pAVGBSMrynEuiNJCv7cl3gdAthyphenhyphenCaLZzkaWldz0xZ63HzZtiC7nvxO-9g/w320-h213/Halloween-2011.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>
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</div>Christina Leahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129618630890394036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28300119.post-32059780264867275902024-01-09T23:30:00.001-06:002024-01-10T17:36:03.775-06:00One Episode of Echo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3M-s7YKPxgF3-uL5NQU9CwuaxKw86ukqHkuFBOktV1HmO2OFkp7ZQsc1i2FNwTEJZuC8Lz6IBiZMc3gD_0Gkc4HoWfaSne41JqEtKDFI76FOwp0ZptGG5KvK66MRXMBc2d74r66kuZtymBF0paSj5Q01d4f-R1KZR1WONYKFFyzY-g16DZhXHAA/s1366/418935320_1069918967655876_2920420509246174376_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3M-s7YKPxgF3-uL5NQU9CwuaxKw86ukqHkuFBOktV1HmO2OFkp7ZQsc1i2FNwTEJZuC8Lz6IBiZMc3gD_0Gkc4HoWfaSne41JqEtKDFI76FOwp0ZptGG5KvK66MRXMBc2d74r66kuZtymBF0paSj5Q01d4f-R1KZR1WONYKFFyzY-g16DZhXHAA/s320/418935320_1069918967655876_2920420509246174376_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Checked out the first episode of Echo. I wonder if this is all we'll get to see of my beautiful Matt. I didn't really worry about that when I was watching She-Hulk because I wanted to watch the show anyway. This time... I dunno. I don't even like the main character, but liking the protagonist isn't a requirement.<div><br /></div><div>I went on, thinking, hey, even without Daredevil, it'll be nice to be back in some approximation of the <a href="https://www.christinalea.com/search/label/Defenders">Marvel New York I loved in the Netflix shows</a>. Yeah, well, about that. Once the flashbacks are over, the first thing they do is take us back to her home town in Oklahoma. </div><div><br /></div><div>Okla. </div><div>Fucking. </div><div>Homa.</div><div><br /></div><div>To which I can only say what I always told my parents when I was a kid and we went to visit my cousins, I DON'T WANNA GO TO OKLAHOMA! It's not a good place. Basically, it's like the description of Africa in that British feed-the-skeleton-people Christmas song. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust, the very air you breathe a poisonous fume.</div><div><br /></div><div>Still, I'll probably go ahead and watch some more. I mean, I made it through Mad God. A show set in Oklahoma can't be too much worse. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Tonight, thank God it's them instead of you."</div><p><br /></p><p>
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</div>Christina Leahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129618630890394036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28300119.post-58576922675022916322023-12-31T03:10:00.000-06:002023-12-31T03:38:55.106-06:002023: Schemes and Dreams<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://books2read.com/ChristinaLea" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="264" data-original-width="257" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjumnJWVSu2adf-mQ8SGcp9-FMioPQ5jeeqrroZ2MtGFvVZgVNVMd-pq8mRPB03BL97oud0IuADSm9DrQC6yueArWeY9NIIfVrBQkLlHk3_LHfVj8CLvOgEh_2qZ0d-BPVjFe4_vdA4AiK4-O4XXCfSl0bQBkeZz_P7GHmP5x5zxD9ubDrYE7dOzw/w195-h200/feanor.png" width="195" /></a></div>I wasn't going to bother with the New Year thing -- I barely mentioned it <a href="https://www.christinalea.com/2023/01/digging-for-something.html" target="_blank">last year</a> -- but, since the timing lines up with a couple of announcements I've been waiting to make, I figured that post might as well do double duty. <div><br /></div><div><b>The Announcements</b></div><div><br /></div><div>First, I put together a new edition of <i>Stars, Specters, and Super-Powers</i>. I did it mostly because it had always bothered me that I rushed it out with such an awful cover. I also had one more story I wanted to add, one that I thought about including the first time but, for reasons I don't remember, left out. Since I was doing all this anyway, I thought I could add a couple more things to make it worth a second look: an RPG scenario I had written up based on one of the stories, and a comic book plot that inspired one of the others. And I threw in the art my brother drafted for a page of that comic book plot. </div><div><br /></div><div>The other announcement is audiobook formats for both <i>Stars</i> and <i>Losing Lanterns</i>. I used AI readers because they were free. Think what you will of that. All I'm going to say is, I write my own stories and pay real artists to draw the pictures. A program that converts text to speech is basically just a another kind of printer. Someday I'd love to hire a calligrapher instead, but it's wonderful to have this in the meantime.</div><div><br /></div><div>Both books in all their various stores and formats can be found at: </div><div><a href="https://books2read.com/ChristinaLea">https://books2read.com/ChristinaLea</a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>The Other Stuff</b></div><div><div><br /></div><div>After a fun game of <i>The One Ring</i> at <a href="https://www.christinalea.com/2023/03/bashcon2023.html">BASHCon</a>, I almost fell back into running RPGs. Boring story for the most part: by coincidence, I missed the first session and that made me think about the fact that it was a mistake to be doing it at all. The thing about RPGs is, I'd like to be using the miniscule amount of time that's actually mine either writing or semi-passively relaxing. Role-playing games are neither. They accomplish nothing and, if you start to relax, everybody gets mad because you're not contributing.</div><div><br /></div><div>More recently, it occurred to me that what I'm really tired of is the pseudo-social ritual of video-chat gaming. For gaming to be more than just the needy bastard of productivity and relaxation, it needs to be in person. There needs to be hanging out, snacking, ordering a pizza or even pausing to go out together. It needs to be a party. I guess that's why I still enjoy it sometimes at conventions. </div><div><br /></div><div>Projects: I've kinda been all over the place creatively, but I can't think of any way it could help me to talk about that. It never has before. I'm actually not sure why I tell you people anything at all. I've already written the other stuff, though, so I might as well publish it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><font face="arial">Keep up with future posts by <a href="https://follow.it/christinalea?action=followPub">following me</a>!</font></i></div><div><p></p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">
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</div>Christina Leahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129618630890394036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28300119.post-12643913218144061502023-12-25T12:56:00.002-06:002023-12-25T13:08:49.092-06:00Christmas Invasion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIdUOozmXxKaMJTstPeDA-sR4KUyrqBleOFVKDf1LLzPms19sta2I-GxDb1DuXEfM10IGhUqRD4x2felpVTjlEQTVm1Sdr54HDh6aR3b6tVjqxQocLzPPd9I0pEmjrOnrYw7zJI6MHyXR93YBI-lOHnmEeRSw50jr5brFNS4s2zrMxs78SiepZew/s619/414141924_1061456221835484_3480147850388465076_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="515" data-original-width="619" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIdUOozmXxKaMJTstPeDA-sR4KUyrqBleOFVKDf1LLzPms19sta2I-GxDb1DuXEfM10IGhUqRD4x2felpVTjlEQTVm1Sdr54HDh6aR3b6tVjqxQocLzPPd9I0pEmjrOnrYw7zJI6MHyXR93YBI-lOHnmEeRSw50jr5brFNS4s2zrMxs78SiepZew/s320/414141924_1061456221835484_3480147850388465076_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This is my favorite Doctor Who Christmas special. I wouldn't argue that it's the <i>best</i>, but somehow it's special to me. Maybe it's some random association or because it was the first (for me, anyway), or maybe it's because he pops up at the end so bright and hopeful and excited about the future. <div><br /></div><div>"It's all waiting out there. And it's brand new to me - all those planets and creatures and horizons! I haven't seen them yet, not with these eyes. And it is gonna be... fantastic!"</div><div><br /></div><div>(I haven't watched this year's special yet.)</div><p>
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</div>Christina Leahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129618630890394036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28300119.post-15707082240405433642023-11-14T03:54:00.000-06:002023-11-14T03:54:22.891-06:00Loki-esque<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOZ61nYMXiEQunNUuxIFBizunOTZKUZUwwvq-iJeEdpYDqba5C77vRNqLm9oab6e8Ggg1SqXSP1sRxKYUalcEvmLTEKHGXExnRRmemhzXM5LmJmAsN4JtJ9BgRwUHCSjDeCV_37pzsHnuhbL7CuWqFSiJ3drKViK2eiaXXM__bShw1QBsOXhkfZg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="2048" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOZ61nYMXiEQunNUuxIFBizunOTZKUZUwwvq-iJeEdpYDqba5C77vRNqLm9oab6e8Ggg1SqXSP1sRxKYUalcEvmLTEKHGXExnRRmemhzXM5LmJmAsN4JtJ9BgRwUHCSjDeCV_37pzsHnuhbL7CuWqFSiJ3drKViK2eiaXXM__bShw1QBsOXhkfZg" width="320" /></a></div>I was watching what appears to be the last episode of Loki and thinking, this guy doesn't deserve to be called Loki. He's a tool of authority, just taking the options someone else offers him, like a player in a bad GM's pre-scripted adventure. <div><br /><div>I don't think it'll be too much of a spoiler to say that I was pleasantly surprised that he *did* end up creating his own path, as any Trickster worthy of the name will. There was an ugly authoritarian angle to the way it worked out, but we can only expect so much from corporate art. It was never gonna be <a href="https://books2read.com/b/Losing-Lanterns" target="_blank"><i>Losing Lanterns</i></a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Three out of four stars. Robin says check it out.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>"It’s full of death and destruction and injustice. Do you really wanna be the god who takes away everyone’s free will so you can protect that?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"But what good is free will if everyone’s dead?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"And who are you to say we can’t die trying? Who are you to decide we can’t die fighting? You’re replacing one nightmare with another. I grew up in apocalypses. I’ve lived through enough of them to know that sometimes it’s okay to destroy something--"</div><div><br /></div><div>"If… If there’s hope that you can replace that thing with something better."</div></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Loki from Wagner</b>: They are hastening to their end, they who imagine themselves so firmly enduring. I'm almost ashamed to share in their dealings! How strongly I'm tempted to change myself again into licking flames, consuming the ones who once tamed me, rather than blindly passing away with the blind, were they ever so godlike! That's not such a bad idea! I'll think it over. Who knows what I'll do?</div><p><br /></p><p>
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</div>Christina Leahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129618630890394036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28300119.post-69233830452849226272023-10-16T02:53:00.001-05:002023-10-16T02:53:17.360-05:00Rough Beasts 'n Stuff<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzQYTxgIKikFd4rflbZZm8f0ITyxkZ4KLLthchIWOvYGNrpeAyR4L-CK5TQWeWkLK_EMGQ-B5ITVNJQbdxEUIu7IWy5LqFxPID8xzt0f5dtT8x5DooTLJ6W8jPKA-IHtkeVCOXR8wY_4IoUdMipuP6Dq994OOqUbG6HVCbNVaL0PrtuqKqtKSGg/s474/th-2801391974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="418" data-original-width="474" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwzQYTxgIKikFd4rflbZZm8f0ITyxkZ4KLLthchIWOvYGNrpeAyR4L-CK5TQWeWkLK_EMGQ-B5ITVNJQbdxEUIu7IWy5LqFxPID8xzt0f5dtT8x5DooTLJ6W8jPKA-IHtkeVCOXR8wY_4IoUdMipuP6Dq994OOqUbG6HVCbNVaL0PrtuqKqtKSGg/w200-h176/th-2801391974.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I was reading Yeats' "The Second Coming" again and I keep getting stuck on the Sphinx rising up to be born in Bethlehem. You could read it as the Age of Leo moving on to the Age of Pisces, but that's not prophesy; it's history. Also, it skips a lot - a WHOLE LOT - of time. Between Leo and Pisces, there's Cancer, Gemini, Taurus, and Aries, each of those covering thousands of years. Unless it's Leo devouring Pisces. Time moving backwards by nonsensical leaps. The world wobbling off its axis. I mean, we've already established that things are falling apart, right? He makes a double reference to chaotic things being "loosed" which, if unintentional, would be kind of sloppy. Desert birds (like Thoth's symbol, the ibis) are reeling in confusion.<p>
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</div>Christina Leahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129618630890394036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28300119.post-57813856727890495952023-10-06T02:37:00.000-05:002024-01-31T20:17:07.095-06:00MaybeHave you ever thought, hey, I've got this wound, and it's starting to heal. If I leave it alone, it should be fine. Also, if I claw the shit out of it, it might radiate pleasure like those hot peppers only ever hinted at. Maybe it'll bleed like a firehose, and the wrongness will get me off. Maybe after this one it will be over.<p>
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</div>Christina Leahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129618630890394036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28300119.post-20831460048376504082023-10-02T03:00:00.001-05:002023-10-02T04:38:42.389-05:00Bonfire<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiegSEPnOZ7cZ-Z87gF5M4_mUs2xztjX8dVGWB289wLR3JaYpanLh76faGR5s2ioan_gvEGr3C5aisCmW3pCYuRiRXxKi3LjeRhVESqy6-LFQdctfa1dhfx3Gjv6e7N_njTWuZvSKW-dmtRy1T5fl0BBhZuu5dgKw94QCluLGxBTkynJ3glMA2G0w/s522/81WDNjQbwqL._SY522_.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="522" data-original-width="338" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiegSEPnOZ7cZ-Z87gF5M4_mUs2xztjX8dVGWB289wLR3JaYpanLh76faGR5s2ioan_gvEGr3C5aisCmW3pCYuRiRXxKi3LjeRhVESqy6-LFQdctfa1dhfx3Gjv6e7N_njTWuZvSKW-dmtRy1T5fl0BBhZuu5dgKw94QCluLGxBTkynJ3glMA2G0w/s320/81WDNjQbwqL._SY522_.jpg" width="207" /></a></div>I've been listening to <i>Bonfire</i>, by Krysten Ritter on the drive home after work and just finished it tonight. I loved it.<div><br /></div><div>I generally avoid books by famous actors because I hate the thought that they might be written by a ghost writer who, while paid, will never get credit for giving some rich person yet another thing to brag about. Not that it would affect whether or not the book was good, of course. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I looked into Ritter's background and I think it's plausible that she can write for herself. She's sold screenplays. And it's not like what you're known for has to be the only thing you're good at. Most of the people I've worked with at my day jobs, even customers I chatted with at my old comic book store, had no idea I was a writer. <p>The book is written in a noir detective novel style, which I think she almost overdoes sometimes, but I'll always pick a book with too many poetic phrases over one with too few. I think there was plenty of Jessica Jones still skulking around in her brain when she wrote this. It's also written in present tense, which put me off at first. It's kind of like when you're watching a good cartoon with a weird animation style, though. Eventually, you don't even think about it. Also, telling the investigation story in present tense makes it easier to keep up with because there are a lot of flashbacks.</p><p>The protagonist is an environmental lawyer who is returning from Chicago with some of her colleagues to the small company-owned town she grew up in, Barrens (a little on-the-nose for a town in Indiana, but whatever). They're investigating the possibility that this company, Optimal Plastics, has been dumping dangerous chemicals and covering it up. Combined with the event from the prologue, it doesn't sound like there's much more to learn, but there are a lot of surprises coming, and they aren't goofy, last-minute <i>Murder by Death</i> style surprises; they make sense.</p><p>Abby, the main character, is <i>not</i> Jessica Jones, but she has some of the traits that make Jessica appealing. She's a loner who thinks for herself; she doesn't mind a drink now and then; and she doesn't have a problem with one-night stands. She's not perfect, but unraveling her flaws is part of the fun of the book, so I'm just gonna leave that alone. </p><p>I guess what it boils down to is, if you like noir, you'll probably dig this. Also, if you've ever lived in one of those small towns that some corporation rules like a feudal lord, you'll find it particularly easy to root for the hero. </p><p>
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I have to question the ethics of any author who writes "The End" without destroying the universe.</p><p><br /></p><p>
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I might have gone last year, if I had known it was happening before it was almost over. <div><br /></div><div>Tom and I <a href="https://youtu.be/XKdKU6p78TQ" target="_blank">left Indianapolis</a> Friday afternoon and, despite some car trouble, made it to <b>Toledo</b> in time for Jerry's D&D game. Once we got into our room, though, we looked out at the sideways thunder-snow and suggested putting it off. Jerry ended up running it for some peeps at his house, instead. We ordered pizza and salads and stayed in.<div><br /></div><div>On Saturday we got registered for the con. It was probably the fastest it's ever been, but we found out later that this was because nobody was there, because somebody thought it would be a good idea to schedule the event for UT's spring break. Didn't much matter, though, because we weren't relying on con guests for players. </div><div><br /></div><div>We got some coffee and our crew (sadly, minus both Cory and Paul, who couldn't make it this year) trickled in. The first game on the convention grounds was Tom's <a href="http://perytonpublishing.com/crawlspace.htm" target="_blank"><b>Crawlspace</b></a> scenario, <b>Florida Man II: Sinkhole</b>. I played a water department worker who Tom described as a cross between Ellen DeGeneres and Kramer from Seinfeld. I had a <i>lot</i> of fun with that, turning every statement into a breathless declaration of impending doom with names like "Level 5 Aquatic Eruption Event," acting like my job at the water department gave me some kind of emergency authority, and trying to get the National Guard called in. I guess it was a lot more Kramer than Ellen. The scenario itself was more comedy than horror, but that was more our doing than Tom's.</div><div><br /></div><div>I asked <a href="https://www.darkshadepublishing.com">Jerry</a> for the file for his cool <b>Crawlspace</b> character card and he did me several steps better by bringing a stack of them printed on cardstock and already cut to size. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1bRI9KIC8RI7bHE3tgddQsID87ey_9sY5QC2uBoSFgXex9-1_Dk2TX0JCe4tiAwLDhCcK-REAonJLgB0GsX-Bx4uenZ1o7ylQmKmNSKqjkT1PqoLjQ_ofnO70dIN-Yh-oOlXHs3oNMMeF6l5LJtKYpgsVaiDflSdHOMeae-bSPJzAEknibBM/s3264/IMG_20230309_232730.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1bRI9KIC8RI7bHE3tgddQsID87ey_9sY5QC2uBoSFgXex9-1_Dk2TX0JCe4tiAwLDhCcK-REAonJLgB0GsX-Bx4uenZ1o7ylQmKmNSKqjkT1PqoLjQ_ofnO70dIN-Yh-oOlXHs3oNMMeF6l5LJtKYpgsVaiDflSdHOMeae-bSPJzAEknibBM/w400-h300/IMG_20230309_232730.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div>Tom and I hung out with Liam and had lunch at <b>Phoenicia</b> while Jerry ran some errands. I picked up a new dice bag with Smaug and the Lonely Mountain embroidered on it. There wasn't much in the dealers' nook. Craft stuff, dice, and a few board games. That was about it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEq4EiLkUo6uTluk3InQCj5WoNRuww2k7cVoEsf8aCi57Z-DUbo0SQ3k4FJQv0_1mhEzjVr7AGhWhPsk9NdV6qrEcMLTylpJeiibDd4t1bGDQ_dDes76dAkx-OmHzwi7_CGr1B4mkbjqmZHAKrb2icv0SbyIqdsW9F0RNUxu1SNxr_Jg7DrtQ/s3264/IMG_20230309_231635.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEq4EiLkUo6uTluk3InQCj5WoNRuww2k7cVoEsf8aCi57Z-DUbo0SQ3k4FJQv0_1mhEzjVr7AGhWhPsk9NdV6qrEcMLTylpJeiibDd4t1bGDQ_dDes76dAkx-OmHzwi7_CGr1B4mkbjqmZHAKrb2icv0SbyIqdsW9F0RNUxu1SNxr_Jg7DrtQ/w240-h320/IMG_20230309_231635.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div>My adventure started in <b>Bree</b>. I love Bree. One thing that's different in this edition of <a href="https://freeleaguepublishing.com/en/games/the-one-ring/" style="outline-width: 0px !important; user-select: auto !important;" target="_blank">The One Ring</a> is that the default focus is on Eriador, which was always more interesting to me, instead of Wilderland. After a little roleplaying, the party was headed off to Sarn Ford to investigate a dead horse and some unusually bitey brigands. </div><div><br /></div><div>One thing I wanted to do with this session was try out the <b>Journey</b> mechanics. I thought they worked well, although I was a little too distracted by my own unfamiliarity to come up with good scenes as the rolls came up. There was a decent ruffian encounter mixed in with my fairly obvious omens. Liam's character killed one of the ruffians in cold blood after the fight was over, earning himself a Shadow point. Murder-hoboing is not encouraged in this game.</div><div><br /></div><div>At one point, I came back from refilling my water bottle to find everyone taking turns saying this one name to each other, then to me. I thought maybe I had had a stroke and could no longer process language, but it turned out they were trying to remember an NPC.</div><div><br /></div><div>They found some undead things and tracked them back to their lair, where apparently an orc was running things. After they had killed the orc and were digging through the hoard, a voice from somewhere in the cave started talking to them. It turned out to be a human-sized bat creature, a vampire, hanging from the ceiling. I picked this particular creature because of Tom, who likes to make fun of the story in <i>The Silmarillion</i> where Sauron turns into a vampire. She nearly killed them all, but Jerry's dwarf finished her off before she could. Maybe Tom learned to respect vampires a little more. Yeah, I know; probably not. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVIxHTskAb84Dj0dckP2V7Gc95VD6bWAhnJBUm_Qp0LpH2sLtCTbtPc7MawvOum8UkhKG2Zx_WYxIf_lQGgSxUwYtc60J9ZcLKLPUw77mbMNGLvyoBBLMqpddQvPhrO61PORa66-6KusIe45W-IAbvm7sgAAiz_uzQpgINGcAuq06fhx7I8J0/s957/img%20(2).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="636" data-original-width="957" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVIxHTskAb84Dj0dckP2V7Gc95VD6bWAhnJBUm_Qp0LpH2sLtCTbtPc7MawvOum8UkhKG2Zx_WYxIf_lQGgSxUwYtc60J9ZcLKLPUw77mbMNGLvyoBBLMqpddQvPhrO61PORa66-6KusIe45W-IAbvm7sgAAiz_uzQpgINGcAuq06fhx7I8J0/w400-h266/img%20(2).png" title="Max, Liam, Me, and Jerry. Tom is behind the camera." width="400" /></a></div>I thought it went well, overall. Back when they came out with the 5e D&D version, I had been a little disappointed. I went in thinking it would have the familiarity of D&D with a bit of customization to make it fit Middle Earth, with both aspects stripped down a little to make the combination manageable. This was probably an unrealistic expectation. The D&D adaptation turned out to have all the complexities of D&D with new subsystems from The One Ring (previous edition, which I think is mostly the same as the current one) kludged on top, resulting in a pile of homework that I still get tired just thinking about.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>The One Ring</b> is a really elegant system. I love the way all the different pieces interlock without getting too complicated. I love that there's a simple, logical, rules-based reason you don't see a lot of people clanking around the wilderness in full armor. I wasn't sure about the Journey rules at first, but I'm sold. I feel like it really captures the tone of Middle Earth. The black & white art is good. The color art is dark and smudgy and just not much fun, but mileage variance and all that. The book is solidly put together and, a rarity in the age of Kickstarter, not absurdly bloated. It's not petite by any means, but it's more manageable than most of them.</div><div><br /></div><div>I could actually see myself coming back to running video-chat games with this one. Jerry ordered a copy of the game, so there's another incentive. <br /><div><br /></div><div>Everybody got together for a late night dinner and there was much rejoicing. On Sunday, Max ran a <b>5e D&D</b> game set in an alternate history post-Civil War America with magic and stuff, which was fun. I love it when I get to solve a mystery. After that it was off to <b>El Vaquero</b> for the victory lunch and then the ride home.</div><div><p>
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The villain in the piece (well, sort-of villain) is a mostly-dead knight whose priests held back his soul and kept him "alive" using a device that extracts the emotional energy from sentimental objects and converts it into magic fuel. <p></p><p>Here in the far-flung future world of 2023, I'm finding myself short on cash, so I've fired up my own ephemera furnace on <a href="https://www.ebay.com/usr/ionekq" target="_blank">eBay</a>, selling old collectibles. Some of them were mine, some were Mike's, and some were just things left over from our long-extinct comics & games store. I sold comic books first because I had some valuable ones and they're easy to ship. Now I'm adding toys to the catalog. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5lHqq0KIAyOzqOq3cBGRi4i6MUgcLJrGu4U6oO2GD6ORWQ19PirL4pgPZwxyMegOZaDWBBRBURf-bduSu-BU6z-6uN-AWbZtWfZJb0tZbRnFI1KT7XYr6l7rL3KZnNCxP3togdZVS14d_1dRxghH4maNyoJ3bjpIC4Gif826hJdLcWNDgho/s500/atst.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="400" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo5lHqq0KIAyOzqOq3cBGRi4i6MUgcLJrGu4U6oO2GD6ORWQ19PirL4pgPZwxyMegOZaDWBBRBURf-bduSu-BU6z-6uN-AWbZtWfZJb0tZbRnFI1KT7XYr6l7rL3KZnNCxP3togdZVS14d_1dRxghH4maNyoJ3bjpIC4Gif826hJdLcWNDgho/w160-h200/atst.png" width="160" /></a></div>The latest batch includes two of the original Mattel Star Wars toys (<a href="https://www.ebay.com/itm/304776418986" target="_blank">Dewback</a> and <a href="https://www.ebay.com/itm/304776445766" target="_blank">Scout Walker</a>) and a beat-up <a href="https://www.ebay.com/itm/304776471677" target="_blank">Rodan</a> from the Shogun Warriors line. These were all Mike's. He liked big stuff, which made his stuff good display items for the store, which in turn meant that they ended up, mostly intact, in my storage shed.<p></p><p><a href="https://www.ebay.com/itm/304776471677" target="_blank">Rodan</a> was special. Mike loved giant monsters. I'm glad he lived long enough to see <i>Pacific Rim</i>. Instead of fighting Shogun Warriors (I'll also have some of those up for sale soon), he liked to start off having his titans menace smaller-scale toys. It was a dark day for He-Man and friends when Rodan and Godzilla came for Castle Grayskull. </p><p><a href="https://www.ebay.com/itm/304776471677" target="_blank">Rodan</a> is also a popular collectible, though, and it's not like I was getting anything out of keeping him buried in the shed, so into the <a href="https://www.ebay.com/usr/ionekq" target="_blank">Ephemera Furnace</a> he goes. 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