Saturday was pretty good. Brian, Rachelle and I went out to see Amityville Horror. It shall be reveiwed later. We had a good time, and then I cooked dinner. Hamburger steak with gravy, mashed potatoes and mac and cheese. Not too shabby. I made the hamberger steaks too thick, so the sides got alittle charred but either they were being extreamly sweet and generous, or Brian and Rachelle like alittle char on their hamburger steak. I offered to scrape it off, but they said no, and Brian was eating the char I had scraped off mine. Weird. I also finally sat down to watch the movie Freaks.
For those that don't know, it's a movie about a beautiful but cruel trapeze artist who seduces a young circus midget who happens to have alot of money. It's a cult classic. It also, frankly, is one of those movies I think could use a remake. Tim Burton is the man I would pick, and I think it should be done in almost the exact same manner. No digital special effects. There is a whole town in Florida, just south of me, where actual circus freaks settled when the "market" dried up, and their decendants, many of whom still have the genetic traits, still live. In other words, there are people who would probably be very willing to play extras. Now, I'd also like to point out, befor anyone gets too bent out if shape, that the movie was actually one where the circus freaks won in the end. They were the people with the power. The movie was dark, surreal, and there were things that could have had even more edge if certain scenes had been directed to focus even more on the dark humor. That's why I would pick Burton. It's almost too bad he's no longer associated with his hot ex girlfriend. She would have made a great Cleo, the Trapeze Artist, except she would have had lines. So hmm.
Sunday I'm still trying to decide about. I played a D20 Starwars table top game for the first time in years. Chris, the GM, did a couple of *very* frustraiting things, and it's making me wonder if I want to play any more. Maybe you, gentle readers, can help me sort it out.
Ok, I'm playing the pilot. I'm like the Han Solo of the group. We're playing 2nd levels. That makes us virtual childrens. Everyone else that is playing is playing Jedi Padawans. My plot job is that I'm supposed to be taking these guys all over the galaxy to find their light saber componants, so that they can assemble their own lightsabers and progress to the next level of Jedi-dom. The time period is just after Episode 2. So the big Jedi are all busy, basicly.
So here was the first sign I was going to have problems. Chris starts role playing this Jedi Master who's dealing with me to be the pilot. He asks me how much I want to do this job. I say, out of character, "Um..I ask for what is reasonable?" Chris gives me this look. "You have to ask for a spacific amount," he says. I grit my teeth. There is a tone of voice he has, like I'm being stupid. I tell him I don't know the amount. He tells me that I have to pay for docking fees, and ship maintanance, and I have to ask for enough to cover all that. I'm getting frustraited. He says we'll deal with it later. Ok.
Then later, we've gotten to where I'm finally going to do my thing. He had alot to do with
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blowdry and that's alright. She's playing one of the Junior Jedi, and there is detail and ritual involved in making a lightsaber. I however, don't think I need so much detail. I say, "I go in, and do the checks to the ship, and get ready to launch." He asks me, "What system do you turn on first?" I look at him blankly. "I don't know?" I reply. I'm having a bad feeling. I'm getting that look again, like I'm supposed to know. I'm begining to feel anxious, like I'm in school, not knowing the answer. I admit, I freak out alittle. Then he says, "I thought you wanted to play a pilot." Oh, I went off alittle. I asked him how I was supposed to know. My character is a pilot, I am not. He claims it is in the book. OH..btw, my character is technically from the D20 Future book, rather that Starwars, I'm playing a cyborg
and the rules were better. There *are* rules about space campaigns. I don't even have the Starwars book, or for that matter the future book. He left the Future book for me. I hand him the book and tell him to *show* me a checklist on the systems a pilot character is supposed to know. He can't find it. He does mutter, "Ok, most of this has to do with combat." He doesn't apologize. He;s frustrated me so much, that when I miss a couple of pilot skills checks taking off, I don't even find it funny. Basicly this means that I bumped into the sides of the hanger a couple of times, trying to take off. This could have been hilarious. But no..
Now I am trying to decide if I want to keep playing. I imagine that I will, especially if
blowdry wants too. But he can't keep doing that stuff.
After the game I went with my friend Ernesto to see Sin City again. We really predicted that Erni would fricking die, but he was actually well behaved. He said it was due to shock. Made me giggle. It was welcome relief.
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darksideofebay though I am thinking of joining...However...this I think qualifies.
