The reasons are all explained over there. I want to thank Tim for all the work he did for me with this blog space. It was good of him, hell it was awsome of him to have set this first blog up for me, but it was time to move on in a way.

http://betweenthestaples.com/edge_of_internet/

Maybe I'll see some of you over there.

Bill

A tick or two back, over spots of seasonal latte addiction and general net meandering I mentioned wanting to build one of these.

Well that�s all tickity boo and such, considering I have no talents to do that or any schematics to work from. So off I go looking for them.

Copy name from article insert into Wikapedia� ah well hell that was easy. (Moves initial plans for the burning the Internet down a notch on the priority list.) I didn�t even get a chance to dawn my pith helmet or fight of Microsoft strings of spaghetti code constrictors. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antikythera_Mechanism

Oh look there�s a lovely looking schematic here. Nice, but not enough, I�ll need dimensions. Best press on.

This dusting out of my own gears is getting my room foggy with old ideas. I keep discovering post it notes stuck to my shirt scrawled with schemes, plot threads, and detritus of musings. It�s all seemingly tacky of spirit. Best have a smoke then return to the hunt.

Sweet nicotine frees the gears so lovely.

Well now apparently it consists of at least 36 gears, 30 of which have been found to connect, a further 5 are housed in other fragments, and one stands alone with so far no connection. The troubling bit is the device is covered in about 2000 characters� ouch. Well no matter, press on.

Well now here are the people I�ll need to talk to.

Well at least I�m closer. Good night for now.

He hits his mark center stage just right, then with a shy smile that only twinkles in his eyes a moment he moves a half step off to the right. Centre stage is for the socialy worthy by right of peer pecking order. He scratches his forehead and waits for silent attention knowing full well that he'll not get that rare honour. You have to have pretty cheek bones, an emo aura or scads of interpersonally acclaimed anecdotal refrence material. Oh hell a smile that's not grimicing may help as well.

With no silence offered, he tapped a toe and clicked the tape recorder to play.

"It nice having you as a friend, you're so convenient."

Then he left it on rewind and play, a loop

Yup that's me a friend when it's convenient. The rest of the time when it's not...

He shrugged.

I spot light shot the stage. With a wince he stepped away.

Excuse me I didn't mean to intrude. I'll just be over there, please feel free to ignor me.
You have every other time.

That�s it, happy birthday to me.

Today I got the call to go back to work tomorrow. It�s like Sisyphus watching the rock finally stay at the top. There will be coffee tonight at the usual, I will be going early to do some writing. I�ve been filling the back of my work book with a story only Jenn will get to read because she was kind enough to be jealous. Such a wonderful gift that was of her to give me.

My DnD game will most likely be coming to an end soon. Its players are more interested in other games, life concerns to even be polite to me about not being able to play. Unless the few who are left in it decided to find others to fill the ranks of their party, this Sunday may well be the last game.

I spent some time flitting about the Internet looking within it for a means of destroying it that I can do for little money or effort. I still wish it to die in a fire, but that is looking more like an atomic initiative, which smacks too much of effort. The Internet must die, but you know in a lazy fashion.

Found some interesting stuff (well to me anyways)

I want to write as well or better then this:
http://www.vqronline.org/articles/2006/fiction/lethem-phil-marketplace/

I want to build one of these:
http://www.gizmodo.com/gadgets/pcs/ancient-computer-found-cant-play-doom-218062.php
So the link is here to remind me that I need to do some research, and learn some metal working skills, or find someone with some� meh I�ll just do the research for the fun of it.

Next I want to have enough time and money to be able to waste both finding this out: http://terranova.blogs.com/terra_nova/2006/11/theres_nothing_.html#more

Last and the reason I wrote so much above to send you spinning off in other directions, all the better to hide this from you, is some pathetic writings of my own. Way back on January 17 I started up an idea, some sort of blog serial story. You know take the time to write a chapter a month� yea that plan went far didn�t it. But with the internet back staring my failures into my face I have been slowly picking old projects up with the intent to finish.

So here is the up load of the first chapter from Jan 17, 2006-11-29
Download file

And here is the second chapter
Download file
(Upon realizing that I wrote that months ago, I'm not sure if I'm happy with it. I may redo/edit it at a later date, before putting the next chapter out. We'll see. At least it was something written.)

http://www.ebolaworld.com/movies/littlekim/01.html

If this has already been shared... ah well. I'm behind the times.

After having it back on my computer for what? Three days? I have had more problems with my computer then I ever had. Yes I did load up a fire wall and anti-virus software, not that it did me a whole fucking lot of good. Today i learned that Word has been removed from my computer. It's the only thing that I used it for. A great big glorified typewritter, that's it, that's all my computer was good for. Maybe a few songs, some photos, but that's all. I never played video games on it, could care less.

No word, no need for a computer.
I'm turning this infernal device and the fucking moronic internet off for ever.

This is my last post.

[edit] Fine, fine, so it won't be my last post. After a few days away from the accursed internet with pen and paper I have soothed my anger some. I still want to see the internet ductaped to a chair kicked in the kidny's forceful enough to have it shit blood, then it's face pealed off so that it can look at it's own soulless continance, then die in a fire, but that's just my wish, you might have your own.

One of my house mates has Office on disk, we reinstalled it, I have Word once more and have been writting for my own ammusement.

Have fun folks.

Bill

Ah the majesty of an imaginary landscape
All these dreams that fill my eyes
All these things that I see which fill our unreal lives.

To test that my connection was working we turned MSN on for just a second. Helene to her admittance had been lurking in the electric tall grasses with a shotgun of salutations and warm returns. I got a bellyful of love, kisses, and *hugs* before my first footstep was finished.

I�m dead now, I write this to you from beyond the grave.
Stupid internet killed me, how I hate it so.

I not so secretly have been a big fan of almost all things Pirate, especialy movies. Thanks to a web comic that led to a web comic that led me here I give you a few chuckles maybe a laugh.

http://www.gobelins.fr/galerie/animation/gen2006-3.htm

No it's not the greatest story on the planet, but as a short animation its not damn bad. Tyler... seriously when are we playing your Pirate game? I think I saw my character throwing explosives around.

Further, this is a nice peice of whimsy.

http://www.gobelins.fr/galerie/animation/gen2006-4.htm

Tell me you don't like paper airplanes and if this happened at your office you wouldn't crack a smile?

Last for those of you with a need to nit-pick, a fetish for super hero costume design and too much time on your hands I give you a little something waste time with.

http://www.tencentticker.com/projectrooftop/index.php

Infernal devices. Contraptions of frustration. Sadistic compilations of misery and bile. How I loathe the internet right now.

(Sigh) Would someone please tell me in simple, humble words how best to convince flickr to talk to my Movable Type account. Please.

All that and it makes for two posts in as many days. Look out I might get addicted to posting here or something.

So I did what anyone would do, went to where I thought my resume was to dust it off and update it. Problem was it wasn’t there. This was on Thursday, come Friday I was still feeling the after affects of my full on panic attack. Hell I’m going to use seizure instead of attack. Robert took me to my first CFL game Friday night. I had tremendous fun. The cheerleaders were a satisfying eye full, oh and there was a football game as well. The lions won I believe. I ate mini-donuts. I vaguely remembered having some photo copies of my resume in a file box somewhere, the somewhere being the last box of seven in the back of my cramped and crowded closet. That was Sunday blown off the map. Then drinks at Chris’ place. Tasty fruit pulp and liquor with a not unreasonable floor show. The air conditioning was crap but the conversation good. I was dull as usual.

Thursday, with updated resume by my side, Jason’s purloined computer under hand I went to Monster.ca to upload my begging for a job. A few covering letters and a dash of sincere malarkey later and … nothing. Console myself it’s only the first day.

Today, I got up for 9am. Weird, apparently the sun shines before noon, go figure. A few hours latter and I’m registered with Labour Ready who made me feel welcome, like really welcome, like something was up welcome. Then they asked if it would be okay if I helped unload a cargo trailer tonight. I work 4-9pm. Then have to head back to dispatch to fill out one last form. It was odd. Who asks politely if someone wants to work?

It was only noon so I went grocery shopping then home for a rest while checking my email. I get a phone call. Ah well its Labour Ready calling to say I’m a twit for thinking they had a use for me and that I should dress in all black, go emo and hack at my wrists with a rusty razor now. But no it’s a headhunter. Apparently I'm desirable. According to the headhunter, who I'm sure was buttering me up. I'm a rare commodity. My warehouse job skills and experience don’t just wonder around willy nilly, we're coveted.

I feel pretty.

Yes, you’re right it's probably all too good to be true. Something disastrous will come of this I’m sure. Look out for falling footwear.

My time in vampire LARP’s has been schizophrenic of late. I don’t think a lot of people know or fully realize if they do but I’m not a member of the Camarilla’s domain of Vancouver any more. After eight years of efforts including some tears and one incident of blood I felt I couldn’t take watching people who should know better destroy all that I’d done to create. It was frustrating so I left. That was two years ago. Nothing changed in Vancouver to make me want to come back. That said I didn’t leave the Cam. Through a number of backroom deals that any Ancilla would applaud, I was transferred to the Northern Winds domain. It’s the Internet only domain that exists for Canadians with no local domain to attend. It works much better for me. So much so that I’m running their Requiem game for them. I still get to plot the machinations of vampires and their enemies but only through email, IRC and forums. I sit in front of a computer and gleefully write vampire. That sounds pathetic and lonely doesn’t it? It is in many regards but additions cause you to justify such behaviour as being positive. I’m content with my efforts there.

Here in Vancouver my interest in the NwoD requiem game has been rendered almost nil thanks to the apathy and mismanagement of many. I swear I want to slap the face off many an ST. Bloody children should not have elitist attitudes when they can’t provide an ounce of substantive game play.

I want to play in a game that actually happens at game not off camera in downtime. I want my Hamlet played by Laurence Olivier. I want him meaty, earthy, down in the muck and mire. I want him emotions written bold face and raw. But no I get art house fag theatre. (Yea that’s right I used fag derogatively. You’re all not brittle pc-saturated demagogues. You’ll survive.) I get high concept, conceptual Hamlet with John Gielgud playing him not at his best but as some ethereal grey tone watered down pussy that couldn’t last two seconds in the hale of the lightest sarcasm. When I raise even the slightest opinion (and we all know I’ve got them in buckets of various shades) you know what the retort is? “Well then just don’t play.” Holy Jebus on a cross I want to maim.

So what’s the option? Well there’s that other game. Navi keeps asking me when I’ll start playing. I honestly don’t know. I’m feeling burned out on vampire. Sure, I want to play but no, I don’t want to work at it. I want to be a Prima Dona or diva about it. I want to show up at the site have the ST staff smile that I’m there hand me a reasonable character sheet that’s not a Mekeht (Stupid, stupid clan) with goals and history installed. Have him tell me some simple direction on what they need, when they need it without suspicion or fear that I’m somehow magically going to ‘break’ the game and then waltz into play. Hell I’ll play the bartender role again. Just don’t make me jump through hoops. Yea I know that reads somewhat selfish, plenty of other people have been with my time gaming. No one says I can’t have some of my own back.

I did enjoy most of my time in the Mage game. A few people and ST’s have taken advantage of my good nature about LARPing demanding I behave as I have in previous characters because the liked playing with those characters. I’m trying to be forgiving, trying to take it all as the complement that I hope their intentions were, but damnbit I’d like to be allowed to experiment with my place in the game a little please. I’ll bloody well kiss the first person that engages me in a decent conversation that’s not a rehash of vampire politics 101 or about useless real world banalities. What self-respecting reality altering mage purposely goes to a meeting to discuss their fucking day doing laundry? Holy mother of God and Television try, just try to rub two synapses of imagination together before I ram a metaphoric fist down your gullet to rip your lungs out in an effort to stop your prattle. Please I’m weeping here. Further, I have a doctorate in vampire politics. I’ve blown more plots to entertain vampires out my nose in snotty gobs then anyone save two in the Cam. For pity sake try to play politically as a mage not a vampire you’ll catch me off guard. No seriously, you can’t blood bond me or catch me in a boon trap I’m a mage. I bend the universe to my will, so do you, act like it. I must go scream incoherently now.

I was informed at Aaron’s birthday BBQ that I’m running a Battletech game. Blink, blink, I am? Patrick asked me at Tim’s birthday when would I be running the game again. Geoff informed me that he wants to play again. Tim and Chris at times past floored me with revelations that they both enjoyed playing aspects of the game. Phil and Neal have gently leaned on me. Hint, hint. Hint, hint. Battletech is a harsh teasing mistress to me. She’s my dominatrix of gaming worlds. She coddles, conjols, woos and whispers sexy imaginations into the darker parts of my mind. She makes me crawl and beg on command. But will she let me between her legs? Hell no. yes damn I know I need to run something. I have binders full of poetry to her. I have file folders full of love letters to her on my computer. There are folios full of maps. I crave to run again, oh how I crave but final inspiration for plot… that escapes me. I will struggle on and see what I can do. What choice have I she consumes me.

Speaking of struggles, there is a yellow legal pad taunting me as well. Scratched upon it is the outline for a Decker only Matrix game to be run in conjunction with Tyler’s Project Mayhem Shadowrun game. I have the means of running this. There are players willing to play. I’ve let word out that I will do it. I just need to grow some balls and read the rules. I feel shame and pity for being a tease about it. It will happen… fuck there I go teasing again.

DnD 3.5 has seduced me. I was looking elsewhere as you’ve read when she snuck up on me and flashed her tits, the slut. The idea was I run ‘Keep on the Boarderlands’ using 3.5 rules you make first level characters and we just have a few laughs one Sunday afternoon. Then unbidden, supplements, Dungeon magazines, and old thoughts begain to flitter from shelves into my lap, things began to expand and ripen. An orgy of intent and imagination was purported on me. We started on Saturday, Rick, Jason, Geoff and I, it was innocent I assure you. Four days later after including Derek we called an end do to real world commitments. Dear God we wanted to capture the spirit of being twelve and fresh again, but four days of gaming DnD straight?

I have killed Jason and Rick’s characters then felt bad so I brought one back to life and warped reality for the other. I have sent one into a crisis of faith. Proved to another what it means to be useless in a fight. Seen the sorcerer refuse to cast his only potent spell by my actions as DM. Caused party wide argument, dissention in the ranks, and watched a tactician’s face crumble in the light of dwindling options neither he nor I could fix.

The party consists of a 2nd level human Fighter who thinks he’s in Nam, a re-born 1st level human Sorcerer who’s timid of his spells, a1st level Gnome Druid less said about that the better, and a 2nd level human Cleric with no faith. They’re only now heading into the module proper next game.

Lord help me I’ve created a monster.
What have I done, what have I done?

(Stupid Xman 3 movie.)

Insert porn music as supplied by Tucker from volume four of Red vs. Blue as a tension breaker.

I never did tell you what happened on May 24 as promised. Here you go: I was riding the bus from 22nd street station. I was heading to Taco Del Mar after work. The bus got as far as Fifth Street then stopped. There was a wall of grey white smoke before us. Out of which I could see a mini van on fire. The bus was parked behind the mini van by two car lengths. The driver just sat there, people boarded the bus and waited. I looked to my direct right and saw the Esso station was doing good business. To my right I looked up at the three-story wall of glass that is the old entrance to the Zellers in the mall. Up the road is a canyon of concrete and steel. If the mini van blows up there is no way I’m not going to die. The mini van driver was running around trying to put out the fire by fanning it with his jacket. No one was batting an eye. No one was running to help him, people walked by the scene not two feet from it. People were pumping gas talking to their buddies, people just drove by like nothing was going on. The Esso station attended stepped out of his booth to fix the bop bottle display. I stood up, got off the bus and walked away in the opposite direction looking to but big buildings between the whole affair and me as quickly as possible. A few minutes passed before I heard the faintest of sirens in the air. It all felt like the start of one of those God awful bad horror films where death stalks the people that got away. I was disgusted with myself for not doing anything to help.

Moving on in the tour of my recent life we see that I’ve still not got a girlfriend. The last one broke up with me after New Years. It was a caustic event. I do feel scars, no that wasn’t a call for pity mail. Save that for Captain Emo and the Dysfunctional Rangers elsewhere in blog land. I’m not going to name names. I’m also smiling as I write that last bit. May face hurts now. I feel bitter about woman now, capricious feckless emotional puppeteers the lot of them. I’m going back to being celibate, less stress that way.

Robert and Phil haven’t been around lately. Robert went to Chek (sp) for a month to see his family back there. I miss late night coffee and rolling conversations with him. Phil is living in Florida for two months to see the birth of his son and to begin setting up house. I miss the constant stream of conversation with him as well. My closest friends are the ones who know how to have a dialogue with me that doesn’t centre wholly on them selves.

What else in my life… nothing really, God, I’m dull. Oh, turns out the house has had cable TV for the last two months. I think it’s hysterical when we moved in we made the decision to not have it and spent months convincing ourselves of this fact. Then we were all happy not to have it until the day we found we’d had it all along and no one knew. Then it was all testosterone chest thumping anger and territory reclaiming for having been apparently duped. Now some in the house are upset that what we didn’t want was there all along to be taken. No seriously, I laughed insanely.

Right that’s it nothing else to see here, well other then my gaming. Hell, my gaming addiction may as well be heroin. I’m going for a smoke.