Nomad Scry: The Darkside Dragon: Archive

I don't know how yall feel about that, but that's an attack. You simply do not narc on someone unless they are an enemy. In my mind, he has just declared a war against me. I want to pound his ass.

Now, R is an odd egg. I am pretty sure that he doesn't consider his actions to be anything more than a precaution of some sorts. Or rather, he probably doesn't even realize the level of jealousy that he holds against me for doing this when he won't even attempt it. (He knows more and risks less. Oh, and he resents my vocabulary as well....)

So I don't pound him. I WANT TO, but I don't. It is about this time that I think to myself, I did what I know, and have gotten to a point where what I know and what is happening do not match. So I have done all that I can. Now it's time to go to the turntable... and actually -work- with R now. I just can't do it. I am way to angry at him.

Thankfully another job turned up for one of our finishing machines (they take the work that I produce, and turn it into the product that Staples and OfficeMax buy.) I -quickly- volunteer to work over there, cuz I am not about to work with R. So instead I fume for about two hours. Which is okay becuase Whatever and Capricorn and Taurus all know what's going on and sympathize. It's nice to know that being a decent person 95% of the time actually pays off sometimes.

Finally our overlord goddess boss comes in around 4:30am and asks me some questions about a note left for her by the tech who works on 2nd shift. I casually mention that we finished the order and did most of the setup, including dropping in the die. A few minutes later Whatever tells me that overlord goddess boss wants to see me. Oh shit. I walk in to see R standing next to her with this dumbfounded expression of shock on his face. I wonder how long he'd been standing like that? I mean, I finished the box I was filling before I went over. Anyhow, she's saying the the 1st shift tech will be in at 5am and that we should already know how to do the setups. So I'm trying to hide my elation (So there!) and defend our 3rd shift tech at the same time by downplaying the fact that we haven't really been fully trained in the aspect of setups. (I respect, admire, and genuinely like our tech.)

When the tech finally shows up 15 minutes till 7 (he forgot he was supposed to come in early, which I understand) he runs through everything with me and R. Turns out that I a> forgot one step, b> made one mistake based on information that had since changed, and c> not even heard of one final step. And point a isn't even necessary to do a successful setup.

What screwed over my setup was that one of the timing variables was no longer being set to the number that the setup book specified. And that timing variable is what was causing the die to jerk back up instead of staying down. And frankly, if I had known what the proper setting for that variable was, I could have -easily- figured out point c. So I was - - that close to have a complete setup, which would have really made me happy and really have burned R's ass. Grrrr!

I had Ugly Kid Joe's 'I hate everything about you' stuck in my head all night so it was nice to come home to The Orb and Juno Reactor playing on my CD player. Oh, and I had Right Said Fred's 'I am too sexy...' stuck on repeat last night too. I'm not sure which is worse, that those songs kept going round and round, or that I was banging my head around with them...? - 9.14.1

Correct me if I am wrong, but don't terrorists typically rush forward to proclaim their kill? Why is no one doing that? Isn't the point of being a terrorist to produce terror? Killing random people is terrifying, but it is still more so when you use it to build up an intrinisic fear at the mere mention of your organization's name. Why?

The Taliban says neither they nor bin Laden have the capabilities to pull of such a stunt. I hear rumors that the plane headed for Philly was shot down by an F16, I hear it was shot down with anti-aircraft guns, I hear that a college freshman fought with the terrorists and was able to crash the plane early. I hear that white cars with arabic language flight manuals were found, that a van filled with explosives was stopped on a bridge in NYC. I hear the hijackers used box cutters. I hear Pakistan is being bombed, that Israel is being bombed, that this was all an attempt by Saddam to kill Clinton. I hear so much shit and I am sick of it already. Call it day one. I partially agree with Howard Stern, just kill the fuckers who did this. I partially think that Bush's people did this in order to make him look good, to turn around the economy, to unite the world under US leadership (rather than UN?) I can't believe that either though. That's just so cold, how could anyone do that? Then again, from what I understand, bin Laden hates America becuase the Saudi's asked us into Kuwait instead of using his personal army. !!!!! This is pure and drivelled shit.

Boomer (a local dj on a semi-crappy rock station) said he wondered at first if this wasn't land owners trying to remove competition. I mean, think about that one for a second. How much rent/lease money must the people who owned the towers make each month? Remember playing Monopoly and laughing gleefully when you managed to get a hotel on both Park Place and whatever the other one was? That almost makes sense... if we forget about the other -two- planes.

Normally I would deal with a situation that I really don't like by sleeping. Somehow I don't think this is gonna be better by 9pm tonight. It'll just piss me off all over again when I wake up to find out that this has not just been a horrible dream. Surreal.

I can't even believe I am still talking about this. It seems so mundane, so much like a thing a normal person would do... and if anything, I am not a normal person. I'm even having a knee jerk reaction to my own feelings about this. Part of me is just numb, part is babbling away with stupid theories and fears, part of me is yelling at the other part to shut up and not worry about things that don't affect me. And a little voice in the very back is just whispering, Thank you thank you thank you. I talked to my ex wife last night, as far as she knows every one in her family is okay, which is amazing considering that they -all- live and work in NYC, most not in lower manahattan, but... I talked to friends who lived in NY at the same time as me and still have families and friends there. As far as we know, everyone personally connected to me made it out of this ... whatever this is... safely. I wanna say what I did yesterday before I knew anything about this: I listened to Bad Religion and Paul Simon... and I wanna leave it at that just like nothing big happened. It seems like nothing big happened. I went to work last night just like normal. I got there about 10 minutes earlier than normal, and noticed everyone else showing up early too. We all went inside and did our jobs. It was surreal in it's normalicy (is that a word?)

Yes, I'm a big fucking baby. I -am- whining "Why me?" because I don't want to think about this any more. I don't want this to have happened in the first place. I don't want to have to think about things like, what am I going to do if my ex get shipped out, what am I going to do if the draft is re-instated? This fucking sucks big time. - 9.12.1

The idea is to have a really dark, horrific setting with strong steriotypical bad guy/hero roles, some goth/romance novel style romance, and lots of dying. Oh, and torture, insanity, evil diseases, hooooor-ah!

But, of course, while I have got quite a bit developed, the game is no where near completion yet. So keep your eyes peeled for odd questions whose answers just might be showing up in an RP near you... - 1.28.1