My house is a mess, but I am not bothered by it the way I would have been in the recent past. Things got done. We just haven’t cleaned up the inevitable mess from progress.
Much of the mess is from the creatures that live with me. With increasing heat, my adult cats found the courage to face the big dog and the tiny kitten that had scared them into the garage and the yard beyond.
They have found their way inside, and established that they are bigger than the kitten – and do not want to play. Also, Pippa (the dog) mostly remembers she’s not supposed to chase cats in the house.
Problem is even here helping me xfutkdo right now.
My humble residence has become the party spot for Rey’s gang of friends. Because it is an actual house with a working TV you can play games on, and an actual yard you can smoke in while you pretend to play with the dog.
That leaves the kind of mess you would expect.
Some of that mess is from creating things. Rey creates long,mutant attrocities from old Furbies and a stash of sewing supplies.
You can buy this from her.
Long time readers (meaning from the start of this year – or four posts ago) may recall that Cheryl and I were on the verge of running a vendor booth at the Las vegas Pirate fest and tpoints beyond. That would have been in April – so it didn’t happen.
But we still have inventory – all over both of our houses, and I hope to have a website to hype by the end of the month.
Last week I wrote about the truck – which I have named Verity – and how I got what I paid for. I paid more – the radiator cracked in addition to the wonky brakes, but all is relatively right now. She is road worthy, unless you try to stop for fast food. Then you will learn that the windows will not go down.
I’ll care more about that when it stops being 106 at night. (that’s right – as I write this, at nearly 10pm, it remains 106 F outside.)
(Still better than snow, as we say in the valley – but I begin to have my doubts.)
It’s a mess now. Cheryl (my girlfriend) talked her mother into selling the house her mother no longer actually lives in, and the worst outcome came to pass: it sold nearly immediately. This meant a lot of trips to Congress, a lot of moving crumbling cardboard boxes in the heat, and hauling loads to Las vegas and Phoenix in verity and the ressurected trailer I liberated from Cheryl’s mom (who does not have the means or inclination to tow it).
I call the trailer Rattletrap.
A trailer can sit for 20 years and still work if you:
- Grease the bearings (not complicated, but extremely messy)
- Replace the tires
- Replace the wiring and lights.
- All told about $250 and a bottle of whiskey for the hero who helped me grease the bearings.
It is harder to teach yourself to tow it, especially an old one with a short tongue, but I got it from Congress to Las Vegas to Congress to Phoenix without undue disaster, and it now sits in my yard.
My game room is covered with Go Action Fun Time game materials and artwork, all being scattered by the dogs and cats. I am trying to get regular episodes going on Discord (that’s Zoom for 20-somethings, being both irreverent and free).
A few lessons from that first session:
- It was suprisingly painless to make a fill-in PDF for charater sheets. Perhaps my Adobe subscription is worth something after all.
- I need a table mic. My current system works for me facing my laptop, but that’s not how I run games, particularly with people also playing in person.
- I might have to look into some dice-rolling bot.
- It is possible to play You-Tube videos (or other sound sources) such as the unofficial GAFT Theme song (an acquired taste – you were warned!) through discord with the aid of some bot the kids hunted up for me.
- Discord runs in the background unless you actually disconnect from the session, so your find can come on-line and haunt you for several minutes until you figure this out.
- The Go Action Fun Time discord general sever can be found here: https://discord.gg/tQrW5a
I’d update the writing – but look at the time: It’s 10:48 pm, and the temperature outside has plummeted to 103.
Now we know.