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hkellickSo, it's time to clean out the friends page again. The fact is that I have 66 friends and spend ALOT of time reading through people's LJ posts, especially since so many of you post daily or more than once a day. It's gotten to the point where, honestly, I've been skimming alot of people's LJ.
In order to address this problem, I have cut a few people from my friends list.
If I've cut you and you are upset, I humbly apologize, but I really need to cut down the amount I read per day and this is the best way I know of.
In other news, I want to post, for my own remberance if nothing else, a truly fuxx0red up dream I had last night.
I don't know if this one ACTUALLY means anything or is just a pop-culture playground for my mind, amusing itself before I need to awaken.
In this dream, I was a superhero of some kind. I don't know what all my special powers were, but I COULD fly and I had super speed. I was working with, I believe, the police to help stop some supervillian from killing people in my town. I'd like to note that the "town" was a set of hallways in a building and each "house" a window in the hall peering in. Something like a carnival stand on a midway.
The culprit whom I call Kirby for something that happened near the end of the dream, lived in the town a long time and knew the people there. In fact, he knew them VERY well since he'd gone through their trash and read their old letters. The victims were all people who had, at one point, written about thinking of committing suicide or contemplating death.
Apparently, one of Kirby's super abilities was shape shifting, as he always got away from crime scenes by disguising himself. The police felt he was disguising himself as a hooker.
I'd like to note that somewhere in the dream this all became less real and became, instead, a roleplaying game GMed by my friend Todd in real life. In note of fact, somewhere in the dream, it became the Day of Light (a day he, himself, created in his calendar for the campaign I'm in.)
Anyways, I knew who the next victim was, as did the police. It was Mrs. Weasely. The police and I visited her and her neighbors and ended up confiscating their computers to look for clues on who Kirby might really be.
Across the hall from the Weaselys and their neighbors, a bunch of other people were roleplaying (at this point in time, this was all a roleplaying game of some sort). Possibly LARPing and from their end of the hall, I heard Puddle of Mudd's "She Hates Me". I was suspicious of them, but I didn't know why.
Anyways, I get suspicious about Mrs. Weasely and go and check on her. My suspicious were correct and she was gone, but her neighbor's monkey was forced to leave a message for me on a Palm Pilot. The words themselves meant nothing. They were just random wordage, but the capital letters, when read down, said "RoollerRooster" (which I'm sure meant something, really!)
I flew down the hall, checking out the LARPers I'd been suspicious of when some little kid grabbed my foot. As he grabbed my foot, I could no longer move and he said/sang "I hate you" along to Puddle of Mudd. Suddenly I knew it was Kirby (or at least, in part, Kirby). Two more kids appeared and went through a hole that was suddenly there in front of me. And from that hole, I heard a deep voice call my name. I knew if I went in alone, I'd die. So I turned around and called for backup. I turned around again, and the hole closed and I saw Kirby (from Nintendo Kirby) jump out and disappear (hence the name Kirby).
The police and other heroes arrived, but alas, it was too late. Mrs. Weasely was gone.
And then I woke up.
Bloody odd, yes?
In order to address this problem, I have cut a few people from my friends list.
If I've cut you and you are upset, I humbly apologize, but I really need to cut down the amount I read per day and this is the best way I know of.
In other news, I want to post, for my own remberance if nothing else, a truly fuxx0red up dream I had last night.
I don't know if this one ACTUALLY means anything or is just a pop-culture playground for my mind, amusing itself before I need to awaken.
In this dream, I was a superhero of some kind. I don't know what all my special powers were, but I COULD fly and I had super speed. I was working with, I believe, the police to help stop some supervillian from killing people in my town. I'd like to note that the "town" was a set of hallways in a building and each "house" a window in the hall peering in. Something like a carnival stand on a midway.
The culprit whom I call Kirby for something that happened near the end of the dream, lived in the town a long time and knew the people there. In fact, he knew them VERY well since he'd gone through their trash and read their old letters. The victims were all people who had, at one point, written about thinking of committing suicide or contemplating death.
Apparently, one of Kirby's super abilities was shape shifting, as he always got away from crime scenes by disguising himself. The police felt he was disguising himself as a hooker.
I'd like to note that somewhere in the dream this all became less real and became, instead, a roleplaying game GMed by my friend Todd in real life. In note of fact, somewhere in the dream, it became the Day of Light (a day he, himself, created in his calendar for the campaign I'm in.)
Anyways, I knew who the next victim was, as did the police. It was Mrs. Weasely. The police and I visited her and her neighbors and ended up confiscating their computers to look for clues on who Kirby might really be.
Across the hall from the Weaselys and their neighbors, a bunch of other people were roleplaying (at this point in time, this was all a roleplaying game of some sort). Possibly LARPing and from their end of the hall, I heard Puddle of Mudd's "She Hates Me". I was suspicious of them, but I didn't know why.
Anyways, I get suspicious about Mrs. Weasely and go and check on her. My suspicious were correct and she was gone, but her neighbor's monkey was forced to leave a message for me on a Palm Pilot. The words themselves meant nothing. They were just random wordage, but the capital letters, when read down, said "RoollerRooster" (which I'm sure meant something, really!)
I flew down the hall, checking out the LARPers I'd been suspicious of when some little kid grabbed my foot. As he grabbed my foot, I could no longer move and he said/sang "I hate you" along to Puddle of Mudd. Suddenly I knew it was Kirby (or at least, in part, Kirby). Two more kids appeared and went through a hole that was suddenly there in front of me. And from that hole, I heard a deep voice call my name. I knew if I went in alone, I'd die. So I turned around and called for backup. I turned around again, and the hole closed and I saw Kirby (from Nintendo Kirby) jump out and disappear (hence the name Kirby).
The police and other heroes arrived, but alas, it was too late. Mrs. Weasely was gone.
And then I woke up.
Bloody odd, yes?
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Date: 2003-01-08 08:54 am (UTC)And I absolutely hated Vampire and Changeling simply because of how certain people would play them in game. But no one can deny how annoying it is to turn on the tv to see Goth Culture using this as a place to mount their attack to continue turning our culture into crap like. I believe a high point was turning on Comedy Central's Insomnia with Dave Attel who actually visited a Vampire the Masquarade LARP and played along with them for a short while...making fun of them the whole time. It was great.
Ugg. I am all angry now. ::chuckle:: Fuckers. I hate them. Kill zem. Kill zem all.
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Date: 2003-01-08 09:01 am (UTC)Actually...
I took part in a Vampire: Dark Ages LARP once and it was alright. It was well planned out, all the characters had their place in the story and it was enjoyable to all.
I took part in a Vampire: The Masquerade LARP a year after and it was the single most stupid boring experience of my life. First of all, the character I played.. a schizoid .. forget the clan.. not well thought out, no one tried to put him into the story. Why put him in? Why didn't the GMs try to find a place for him? It was.. ugh!
So, yeah, I like the system, but I don't like the games. :)