Have I mentioned that I'm in shock? 2007 is right around the corner. Let's ignore the fact that I have been witness to a new millennium. Yet there's nothing to be concerned about when the years increment from zero to six but when the years start getting to seven, eight and nine that's time to shit bricks. What have I done in the past decade that's of any notice? Are there any accomplishments for the passage of all those minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years? There's always an accounting even if it is just my own judgemental brain.
A few days ago I had another idea. Collectible business cards. Business cards with a theme and something about them that encourages people to get the entire set. Unfortunately I'm not very interesting and I can't think of anything that would be collectible or tradeable about business cards.
Since there's going to be a period of two weeks without a game, now I'm all riled up and want to run something right now! Oh well, at least I won't be at a loss once I feel that the current storyline can be either put on the back burner or brought to a conclusion. This requires patience.
One of the things I need to remember is not to rush things. This isn't like the opening adventure where all the bases needed to be covered. Asbury Park by Night has a definitive story arc and will expand and shrink as necessary per the actions of the players.
I'm quite pleased with myself and I'm excited about the next handful of games.
On the way home KCMN was playing campy Hallowe'en songs like Dinner with Drac by Zacherle (!!!) and the perennial to the point of cliche Monster Mash. KCMN is full of goodness. Plus have I mentioned that they've stopped playing this one patriotic song? It's an audio montage of some woman singing about eye-rollingly stereotypical stuff that Republicans and evangelicals wet their pants over like baaaaaaaaaaaybies and other nonsense. Interspersed are choice quotes from Chimpler. Apparently Chimpler's approval ratings are so low in the toilet that even this gem of a station with weird right-wing leanings is turning their back on him.
Plus there's a great song playing right now "Pray for me, I drive Academy". This gives me douche chills just like when I heard them playing that New Jersey song. You know, John Pizzarelli's "I Like Jersey Best".
While I was waiting for my computer to start up and run some programs I called New Jersey. Left a message for Brian on his cellphone. I'm so proud that I remember his cellphone number. In the past I had to look it up but one day I dialled it and blam I got it right. I don't even call him that often that it'd be ingrained to my memory.
Next stop, my folks. Mom told me about how there have been coyote sightings in my hometown and she's certain they're following the wild turkeys which are being forced out of their habitat by urban development. During the call I think my father picked up on the other end and I asked "Dad?" Mom called to dad and he said he wasn't on the phone. Being the paranoid sort I started talking as if the NSA/FBI/DHS/CIA was listening in on my dumb call by declaring violent overthrow of the government, openly embracing dissent and sedition for the ends of traitorous acts.
Sadly or fortunately, there was no party van, no doors broken down and no guns pointed at my head as I was dragged off to a mercy camp where habeas corpus is suspended for my own and the Republic's best interests.
Anyway the rest of the night is the usual schedule of idiocy which is absolutely irrelevant to the world at large.
Happily I was able to climb out of the collapsing rubber and saw there was a decrepit tug or trawler floating on the ocean. What struck me as interesting about this dream was the fact that I can't recall any other dreams where I was in the ocean. Usually the ocean represents menace. Since the boat was still floating I swam over and climbed aboard through a hole in the hull.
The cargo hold was full of weapons and ammunition. First thing to run through my head, "This is Osama's boat." Not really a revelation or cause for excitement but a statement of fact. There were strange bullets which ended in three hooks rather than a single point. Reckon these were a new kind of fletchette. I explored more of the ship and found more of the same in addition to being accompanied by other people who I don't remember from waking life. Sometimes I wonder if dreamers have a certain group of fellow dreamers who make anonymous appearances but never meet in waking life.
When I got on the deck, I saw that I was on a boardwalk behind a chainlink fence. On the other side of the fence was the ocean just like a recent dream.
