Tonight is the family campaign and I still have a bunch of stuff I would like to do before we start playing tonight, so I'm not going to spend much time here. With only a handful of days left to the election, I, for one, am getting pretty excited. In my heart I'm definitely a political junkie and all signs point to this being an incredibly tight race, though I have a hard time imagining it could end up as tight as 2000, but only time will tell. Slate does have an article on people who vote twice, which is not an encouraging sign, by any means...
Unless you're living in some sort of self-enforced media-blackout (perhaps as a result of weariness about the upcoming election), I assume you know that the Red Sox finally won the World Series after an 86 year drought. Of course, my Cubbies still have the record, and I was surprised to find out that the other Chicago team last won in 1917 -- maybe it's something about being in Chicago, though I can tell you that during my limited time there I quite enjoyed myself. Though I guess it must be noted that I spent most of the time in Evanston, which is not the same thing.
Some interesting articles about the presidential polls everyone is so focused on in these last few days: First, we have Dick Morris talking about the difficulty of accurately polling. Normally I haven't been very impressed with Dick Morris' predictions, but in this particular case he's not making a prediction and he was in the polling business, so I'm inclined to cut him some slack, plus what he says does make quite a bit of sense. Secondly, we have an article from Slate comparing all of the major polls based on a variety of factors like whether they pressure you to make a choice or whether their survey questions are available online. I have often thought that polling receives a disproportionately small amount of attention for the impact they have on the election, particularly where it concerns the methodology, but that's probably because most people are unable to grasp the methodology.
Finally, the other night my brother-in-law brought over his old Nintendo for my kids to play. And my kids, especially my number one son, automatically want to play video games all day every day. I'm a pretty big proponent of video games. I pretty much figure that playing video games for a half an hour is demonstrably better than most TV programs, but I do recognize that both need to be limited. Though I didn't have a video game console growing up, so there is a part of me that is sort of living vicariously through my children, and as a result wants to let them play video games as much as they want. I mean, that's what I want to do right now.
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I finished The Da Vinci Code and though I would recommend the book, I don't think it's as good as sales and hype would lead you to believe. Certainly the opening of the book was quite engaging, but unfortunately by and large the ending seemed to be something of a cop-out. Also as I mentioned yesterday, the amount of stuff he tried to tie into some ancient pagan origin was truly staggering, and by staggering I mean appallingly incorrect.
Despite my cheering them on (which is the "Curse of Ross" referenced in one of the comments), the Red Sox are now one game away from winning their first World Series since 1918. And despite the fact that I would like to see them win, I would prefer for it not to be a sweep. I almost always prefer an interesting game to one where one team, even if it's the one I'm rooting for, wins in effortless fashion.
In any case, I realize this is not going to be very long. In addition to everything else, I have a Halloween party to go to tonight. In that spirit I will leave you with a link to a site where you can carve your own pumpkin.
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For reasons which are better left unsaid I started reading The Da Vinci Code. I must admit it had an extremely gripping opening, but as I get farther along it's started to lose some of it's steam. As an example I was talking to a friend of mine today who got her masters degree in feminist critical theory, and I mentioned jokingly that I was reading The Da Vinci Code that great feminist book and after her shocked gasp she mentioned precisely the point that I was going to make, that Dan Brown (the author) tried much too hard to make it into a feminist book. Still I'm not done yet so maybe this assessment is premature.
He also takes great pains to tie everything into some pagan mystical root. At first it was charming, but around the time he talked about the deep pagan roots of iambic pentameter I started to lose my "suspension of disbelief", which I must confess was already wounded. In any case lest I mislead you I am enjoying the book and I'm sure I'll finish it today, it's just not quite as superlative as I had hoped.
I mentioned a week or so ago that I had more GenCon pictures. These particular ones were taken by a guy I meet while at the con so I take no responsibility for the content or the astonishingly high percentage of females in the pictures. In any case here you go.
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On Friday, after I posted my blog for the day, I found out about the treachery of my sister and her husband. Despite the fact that I mentioned it repeatedly in my blog, they decided to let my sons watch Episode Two while I was in Arizona. Now I know I couldn't have kept Episodes 1 and 2 from my kids forever, and I know that all of my kids are going to love both 1 and 2 and probably 3, but I just wasn't ready yet. When I confronted them, my sister gave me some lame excuse like they weren't even watching it. Of course, this is belied by the fact that my five-year old can now quote the entire movie verbatim and has even managed to develop a rather solid Hayden Christensen impersonation. The fact that he's five helps out enormously.
One of the things my son remembered vividly and recounted with some glee to his older sister was that there was a wedding. My daughter, who is obsessed with all things bridal immediately demands to see Episode 2. I can sense that having seen the procession and the fanfare at the end of A New Hope that she is convinced that it is going to be the most spectacular wedding ever. At which point I'm forced to tell her that they eloped. 15 minutes later, after I've explained what it means to elope and indoctrinated her on the worth of same, she's somewhat disappointed but still demanding to see the movie.
As I may have mentioned, I'm a University of Utah alum. I don't know if you've been paying attention to this at all, but their football team has been doing quite well this year. On Saturday it only took them 15 seconds to score a touchdown -- certainly one of the most demoralizing things I've ever seen in a football game. Not only that, but the initial BCS rank was seven and their victory on Saturday moved them to sixth which guarantees them a spot in one of the BCS bowls if they can hold on.
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Tomorrow is the semi-annual used book sale at the city library. It's become something of a tradition to get in line an hour early so that we can be some of the first in the door. We used to go to breakfast beforehand, but lately we've been doing that after the sale. One of the great things about the used book sale is that you can go around buying every book in sight that has even the slightest appeal to you, and still end up with a bill of just around $20.
I have a confession to make. I've started playing Magic: The Gathering again. For those of you unaware of what this is, it's an addictive little card game based on two competing wizards casting spells. That short description doesn't do justice to the infernal addictiveness of this, the first collectible card game. So far I haven't spent any money on it -- I've been playing with a friend's deck. At most I plan on buying a single tournament deck with a couple of boosters and doing a sealed deck tournament. I say that now... Though honestly, I think I played so much Magic back in the day that though I can still enjoy it, I think I'm largely immune from becoming addicted and spending wagonloads of money on it again.
I guess I should toss a link in before I close. Scientific America did the top 50 science websites the other day. I didn't have time to look through it that much, but it looked like there was hundreds of hours of really quality web surfing available for anyone with the time. And the latest Election Scorecard has Bush back on top, but only by the slenderest of margins.
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Just as I was leaving for work, not one, but two kids started throwing up at almost the same time. Besides delaying my departure, it gave my wife an excuse to keep score. My number one daughter was holding a lead of one for most of the day over my number two son, but then just recently, she really pulled away. For awhile I really thought my son was going to close the gap and take the lead, but I guess he just wasn't as sick. I suppose that's a good thing.
Unless you've gone out of your way to avoid all forms of sporting news, you've obviously heard that at long last the Red Sox routed their arch-enemies the Yankees and managed to do the unthinkable and come back and win a seven game series after being down three games to nothing. Of course, they will have to go on to win the World Series if they truly want to exorcise their demons and put Bill Buckner behind them.
As I've tried to explain to people, it's not that I enjoy baseball, particularly during the regular season there are very few sports I enjoy watching less. But there is a historical factor to baseball, particularly when talking about the Red Sox (or in my case, the Cubs) which transcends the somewhat dry nature of the sport. Though to offer a counter argument, one of the things about baseball that is interesting is that it's really not over till that very last out. In football or basketball, develop a sufficient lead and the chances of a comeback eventually become non-existent, but that's never the case in baseball, which may be the one thing it has going for it -- that and historicity.
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Once again my apologies in advance for not getting the new GenCon pictures up. I have a play tonight, so my time is going to be very limited. I was cruising Slashdot and came across a great interview with Neal Stephenson. Not only were the answers very enlightened and intelligent, but his answer about who would win in a fight between him and William Gibson was possibly the funniest thing I've read this year.
Other than that, I did get sucked into the Red Sox-Yankees Series. I missed the first three games, but caught each of the three games where the Red Sox faced elmination with every game and managed despite that, for the first time in history, to force a seventh game after being behind 3-0. That, in and of itself, is quite an accomplishment. If they are actually able to win tonight and go on to win the World Series it might be the sporting story of the decade (I say that, because Lance Armstrong first won the Tour in 99).
I watched Gattaca while donating platelets. I had heard for years and years that I should watch it, and somewhere along the line I got the impression that it had a tragic ending, so when it basically ended well, I was kind of surprised, which is generally a good thing for a movie to do. It did share with Signs an above-average disregard for, shall we say, logic. The main character is an astronaut who ends up going into space in a suit and tie...
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I didn't get a chance to post the pictures last night, and I probably won't get around to it tonight either. I've actually been really tired recently; I'm not quite sure why. I ended up going to bed at 9:30 last night and I'm not sure I'll stay up much later tonight. 'Course I have to stay up till at least 9 so that I can watch Scrubs. A sample quote:
Dr. Cox: I'm going to be one of those weird old guys who brings his son to the park and everyone's like, "Is he the dad? Is he the granddad? Is he the granddad's granddad? And, oh my god, why is he pushing a traffic cone on the swing while his five year old little boy is in the mud crying? Is he taunting the little boy? No! He can't even see the little boy. And now look! He's actually taking the traffic cone, putting it in the minivan and driving away while the little boy cries and the traffic cone sits quietly and watches "Finding Nemo" on DVD.
In our continuing election coverage, we once again turn to Slate, which recently ran a story on Five Nightmare Scenarios for the November Election. Though I confess to being very tired of all the talk of Bush stealing the election or Scalia electing the president, given that it grossly oversimplifies what happened.
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I didn't get a chance to post on Friday, with all the traveling. The trip went really well, though as usual it was too short. We were down for a wedding and Friday night was the rehearsal dinner (though I don't think anyone actually called it this), and as is often the case, the bride and the groom were tasked with introducing their relatives and friends. Somewhere along the line in the course of getting some food, I had ended up across the table from my wife rather than sitting next to her. So when the bride (my wife's cousin) introduced us she said, "This is my cousin Ross and his wife, Liz, they're separated."
Needless to say, separation and reconciliation jokes were all the rage for the rest of the weekend, and my wife was none too pleased that I was given the status as blood relative, while she was relegated to being a hanger-on. Saturday I had a pretty good steak (yes, this was the day of the actual wedding and the reception, but the steak is what sticks in my mind). On the way home on Sunday I was selected to be taken out of line and searched. Fortunately, we had arrived with plenty of time, so it was more of a curiosity than an actual inconvenience.
I had a bunch of D&D books with me, so my big fear was mostly that I'd be branded as a big geek. Fortunately, one of the guys going through the luggage played, and ended up asking me how Monster Manual III was. In other news, I got some more GenCon pictures from one of the guys I hung out with at the con. I'm hoping to put them up this evening. Also, with the election only a couple of weeks away, I've been keeping a really close eye on the polls. One site that I've found to be invaluable is Slate's Election Scorecard. Today is the first in many weeks that Kerry is leading on the Electoral Count. Everyone said that it was going to open up at some point, but so far if anything it's just gotten tighter.
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The thing last night was not that bad. They promised a very low pressure experience and that's precisely what it was. The dinner was good, the presentation actually interesting, and my wife and I caught up with a couple we haven't seen in a couple of years. Compared to what you fear will happen when someone invites you to a "presentation," this was downright pleasant. Overall there were some interesting ideas, nothing spectacular, which conversely meant we didn't have to deal with any "too good to be true" issues. Frankly, given the free food involved and the lack of any sales pressure, I'd recommend it. But maybe I've just been so successfully brainwashed I don't even realize it.
I came across a link to a very good comparison of the three versions of the Star Wars movies (Original, Special Edition and DVD). Unlike other, similar, comparisons, this one includes pictures of each of the three versions so that you can make your own comparisons. Personally, I thought it was very even handed. In general it spared no praise for the editing which had been done on the DVD version. Of course, the two scenes it is the hardest on are also the biggest, so it probably all evened out at the end. One of the scenes it's particularly harsh with is the scene where Han talks to Jabba, which I confess I feel should have been left on the cutting room floor.
I'm leaving tomorrow to spend the weekend in Arizona for a wedding, so I may or may not get a chance to post before I leave (as in tomorrow's entry). I swung by my FLGS and picked up some D&D books for reading material while I'm gone. These new hardbacks they're coming out with, like the Complete Warrior and Races of Stone are pretty cool. I'm looking forward to getting a chance to page through them on the plane ride, though given how short the flight is from SLC to PHX, I doubt I'll have as much time as I would like.
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I don't have a lot to say, but that's nothing new. I have decided that before I can really work on anything else, that it's time to clean and organize the office. This is a bigger task than you might imagine, given that I'm a huge pack rat (particularly when it comes to books) and that I'm really, really disorganized (perhaps "messy" is a better word). I'm not sure if I'll have a chance to start on it tonight -- my wife and I are going to a "presentation." It's a basically a sales pitch to re-finance, but they've really gone out of their way to make it appealing.
The basic setup is they pick one of the nicest restaurants in town (tonight it's Tuscany). They buy you dinner, give you a little presentation, and that's that. By all accounts it's a $100+ dinner in exchange for a very low pressure sales pitch. All in all it sounds like a nice night out. In any case, I have to boogie if I'm going to be home in time, so I think I'll end here with a link to a series of questions Bush, Kerry and Nader all answered I haven't had a chance to read it all yet, partially because it kind of turned my stomach in parts....
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I started watching the Star Wars trilogy with my kids on Sunday. No, not the new DVD releases, but the original movies on VHS. Our main VCR is broken, so all the kids would crowd into my office to watch it on my little 14" TV/VCR. Every so often do you ever look around and think, "This is what it's all about," or perhaps, "This is exactly how I imagined it." It's a sort of a sudden epiphany that your dreams have come to pass and life is pretty good. Last night as I was finishing up things with Jedi I had that feeling -- one kid on my lap while I worked on the computer, another sitting in a folding chair just behind me and to the right, and another one sitting on top of the second desk, all basking in the magic.
Of course, those little brats would not shut up with the questions (yes this part is tongue-in-cheek). Why are they burning Darth Vader? Who's the Emperor? If Luke and Leia were seperated at birth how are they 100% brother and sister? Why is Luke wearing a glove? Is that Ewok dead? Who does the blue tail belong to? Why is the big fat man crying? How could things which resemble teddy-bears and possessing stone-age technology defeat the most advanced military in the galaxy? (okay, that last one is mine, and disappointingly none of my kids and an answer.) Still, despite the questions, to be able to watch the movies I loved as a children and have my children love them just as much is pretty damn cool.
For the link today, we have a recent article in Snopes about General Patton. There are several nice things about this article: first, unlike many recent articles in Snopes, it turns out to be true (or at least it's actually an anecdote related by the great general, not something incorrectly attributed to him). Secondly, it makes fun of the French, and finally anything about Patton is automatically cool.
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Long-time readers (an oxymoron if I ever saw one) of this blog, know that I don't post on weekends or holidays. Of course, today is the latter -- it's Columbus Day, and as such I won't be posting, or rather I won't be posting that much. Of course, this is also probably a bad precedent to set, since next thing you know I'll be taking off Bubble Wrap Appreciation Day (January 28th), National Whiners Day (December 26th, and certainly one I ought to be celebrating) and Talk Like a Pirate Day (September 19th, and certainly deserving a day off if ever a holiday did).
I did come across a news story over the weekend about someone being fired for running SETI. The question of whether or not he should have been fired is interesting in his own right, but when you check out what his boss is quoted as saying, then it enters a whole new dimension.
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I don't know if it was staying up late on Wednesday (though that couldn't have helped) or something else, but I seem to have come down with the flu, or something similar. It started yesterday afternoon and by last night I was pretty pathetic. Of course, I went to bed early, and shortly after climbing into bed I realized that I need to keep drinking something. Gatorade works pretty well when I'm sick, but we keep that downstairs in the storage room. I definitely didn't feel like getting back up. So my next thought was to have my wife get it for me, since she was downstairs, but I wasn't sure how to do that. I thought about yelling loud enough that she'd hear me through the baby monitor in the next room, but a) I didn't have the strength to yell, and b) I figured I might wake up the kids, then it hit me.
My cell phone was charging right next to the bed, so I picked it up and called the house. When my wife answered I had her get me some Gatorade. I have to confess that was pretty pathetic. One of the problems I have when I'm sick is that I always have really unsettling dreams. Last night I was convinced that different parts of my body were fighting on another: sometimes they'd reach a truce, and then I had to let them all into my chest (I guess that's like the seat of power). Of course, that took forever so next thing you know they're fighting again. The horrible dreams combined with the body aches mean that I didn't sleep well last night either. I'm hoping that whatever it is that it doesn't last very long. I particularly hate being sick on the weekend.
In between car problems, plumbing emergencies and now being sick, this hasn't been a very productive week. Hopefully next week will be better. I'd like to insert some kind of clever or interesting link here, but I'm really not in the mood to browse, so you'll have to find your own stuff on the internet today.
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Back around the turn of the century (yes I'm talking about 2000, I'm practicing to be an old timer), there was a TV show on the WB called Popular. It was seemingly one of the dozens of interchangeable angsty teen dramedies that UPN and WB unleashed every year; somehow among all these I ended up getting hooked on this one, though not until the second season and unfortunately just before it was cancelled. Lucky for me, while the show apparently didn't have the numbers to sustain production, every TV show has the numbers to justify a DVD compilation. As a result, I ended up picking up season one a couple of weeks ago. Hi, I'm Ross and I enjoy revealing embarrassing secrets online.
I finally got around to watching my DVDs last night. I watched the first four episodes in one sitting, which caused me to stay up too late, which caused me to drink a caffeinated beverage much later in the evening than I should have. The result being that my mind was racing with all the scenes from what I'd just seen, so it took me forever to get to sleep and when I did my dreams were consumed with surreal high school imagery involving cheerleaders, ambigiously-gendered biology teachers, pink military vehicles and Dr. Pepper.
Anyway, enough embarrassing detail, there was an update to the story of the runaway car I posted the other day. Renault is calling the story a load of crap, which upon reflection does make a certain amount of sense. There's a story about it here, but unless your French is pretty good, you'll just have to take my word for it. Or you could get Google to translate if for you, but in the past I've been somewhat unimpressed (from a translation standpoint -- from a technical standpoint, it's pretty dang cool).
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I went home early yesterday to help in the FEMA-run disaster clean-up that was taking place at our house. Actually, it wasn't as bad as I thought, nor anywhere near as bad as it could have been -- there were a couple of times when the cleaner combination I was using seemed to be taking off several layers of skin (my right hand still feels like it's been sanded) and when the fumes from the chemicals brought me close to passing out. But like I said, it could have been a lot worse. On that subject I dropped my car off at that mechanic last night. I just got off the phone with him; it looks like another $400 or so there...
Other than that, I did watch most of the vice-presidential debate last night. I have a hard time forgiving Edwards for being a trial lawyer, though maybe that's a case of hating the player when I should be hating the game, and though Cheney has done a lot of things I don't like either, he still strikes me as something of the only adult on either ticket. In general I'd have to agree with those that said that Cheney may have had a slight edge in the first half when it was about foreign policy, while Edwards seemed to hit his stride a little more in the second half. Looking at the news, it seems to me that the consensus is that Cheney won, but by a fairly narrow margin.
As you might imagine, beyond the disasters of yesterday I don't have much else to say, and looking around it seems like a pretty slow day elsewhere on the internet as well, though I did come across an story yesterday about a car whose cruise control got stuck at 120 mph. Interestingly, my first reaction was wouldn't it be cool to have an excuse to drive down the freeway at 120 miles per hour?
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I hate being a home-owner. I just don't think I'm cut out for it. It seems like owning a home is the equivalent of having another part-time job, but instead of getting paid you end up paying in, which might not be so bad if it was just 5 bucks an hour or something like that, but no! Adding insult to injury, the amount of money you have to pay in seems to be determined in some kind of hideous parody of the Wheel of Fortune. Sometimes it's ten dollars for some lightbulbs and other times it's thousands of dollars for some hideous air-conditioning repair, or hundreds of dollars for a plumbing disaster. Such was the case today...
My wife called sometime around ten this morning to tell me that somehow (at this point the DK's (and I'm not talking about Dire Kobolds) are the prime suspects) the main sewer line running from the upstairs to the downstairs became clogged, causing toilets to overflow, bathtubs not to drain and eventually resulting in a flood of crap water (literally) to burst forth and begin flooding the basement. My immediate response was to call a professional. I find that one of the keys to effective leadership is to immediately realize when you're out matched. Of course, Roto-Rooter couldn't be there until five so we called some local plumbers and they were there within the hour, but they ended up wanting 700+ dollars to do the job. Of course I said go ahead, I mean what are you going to do when you've got floaters in the basement? And of course you have to wonder if they know that they have you over a barrel?
In any case, that's the excitement (in the Chinese curse, "May you live in exciting/interesting times" sense) for today. Hopefully the rest of my day will not be spent cleaning the basement, weeping for my lost innocence and cursing the great-great-granchildren of everyone who told me to buy a home, but then again it may...
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I'm not sure if it's just me, but weekends are never as rejuvenating as I expect. Obviously, part of the problem is that in an effort to suck all the enjoyment and recreation I can out of a weekend, I generally stay up much later than I should, but part of it is that they're just too short. What would be really nice is if they would let me work four 10's rather than five 8's. I'm often at work for 10 hours in any event, so with the exception of getting an extra day off each week, there wouldn't be a lot of difference.
I listened to a fair amount of NPR over the weekend. This American Life was a re-run, but that was okay because they did one of my most favorite segments. The have a reading of a short story about the guy who ends up in a rebound relationship with Lois Lane after she dumps Superman. Great stuff, and available on their website if you want to hear it for yourself.
I've reached stage two in my Eberron fascination. That's the stage where I realize that however much I like the setting that there are some things which just have to be changed. The first thing that occured to me is that I didn't like the fact that all the NPC's are fairly low level. So I decided the best thing to do was to come up with a formula which gave me the number of people of a certain level per unit of population, so for example, one out of every 23 people is 2nd level. The formula I came up with was 1.5 to the levels power times level+8 which worked until about tenth level, and then it got a little more complicated, but that actual formula isn't important -- what's important is the question, could I be a bigger geek?
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Well, it looks like after months of searching that they may have finally found Lori Hacking's body. At the time of this writing they're only saying "human remains" have been found, but it's either her or there's some other murderer on the loose. For those who've forgotten the Lori Hacking case, it was the one where the husband claimed she had been abducted but it was quickly revealed that the husband had lied about everything -- from being accepted to medical school to graduating from college (actually, I guess those lies are fairly closely related, thematically). It turned out that he was lying about her abduction as well and that all evidence pointed to him having killed her. It's nice to know that her final resting place won't be a landfill.
On to a less depressing topic (but only slightly less depressing), I don't know if you've ever heard of or seen "Trekkies". It's a documentary about being a Star Trek fan. It's pretty funny and very illuminating. Well, another group of guys decided to do something similar for gaming geeks, and they put together a movie called "Uber Goober." I had been looking for a copy at GenCon and was unable to find it, so I ended up ordering it from the website. I finally got around to watching it last night; I'll confess that it wasn't quite as good as "Trekkies" (and thus not as good as I had hoped), but it still was interesting. One of the things which stuck out is how several of the people interviewed opted to be interviewed in silhouette so that they couldn't be identified.
Speaking of gamer geeks, my own campaign is tonight. So far I've been happy with how it's gone, but I'm something of a perfectionist and I'm always regretting things I could have done differently. Plus, there is of course the grass always being greener. At this time it's the EBERRON setting that's drawing my eye. I've been reading the setting book recently and it's pretty cool, a lot cooler than I thought. Still not the orgasmic level of coolness I expected out of the Setting Search winner, but cool enough that I'm tempted to ditch the current campaign and restart something in Eberron. Just add that to the thousands of other annoying quirks (i.e. character flaws) I have.
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