Argh. Itch to play getting under skin! Chris sheds rep Blessed be the children
Would it be rude of me to ask the denomination of the church? I can assure you that in NQ, none of the churches I've been to would have agreed to do it at all, there has been an amazing amount of grumbling within the Uniting church about recent changes in interpretation with regards to sexuality, here. I can only assume that it has been relatively uncontroversial in ACT/NSW.
Roman Catholic church in as entrenched a Roman Catholic suburb as it's possible to have in Canberra.
Summer sucks! I hate summer :-{ . Wish I was there this time of year so that I too could feel at peace with the world.... Don't get me talking about Christmas :-#
Monday, December 06, 2004
I’m thoroughly distracted today by thoughts of tricking the house out with an ADSL connection, firing up World of Warcraft and beating orcs senseless. In between snatches of work and meetings, I’m obsessing over what kind of character I can make for a game I don’t even own yet and couldn’t play even if I did.
Gah. Even the hobbies I don’t have yet are distracting me!
Played our first session of the Meetup.com D&D group’s game on Saturday, with Mister ChrisT making a welcome return to the DM’s chair. He has a long-standing rep, does ol’ Chris, of being a stone-cold killer DM, albeit unintentionally so. Most of our previous games (with the exclusion of his odd rock’n’roll high school Project A-Ko game) have ended prematurely with the wholesale extermination of the entire cast of characters at the hands of some monster or situation they should have overcome with ease. In his hands, a shallow pit is no mere inconvenience but a lethal deathtrap, kobolds are not yipping hack-fodder but bloodthirsty agents of retribution, and even a simple door is likely to take out an eye.
On Saturday, he just about managed to maintain his consistent form, with just a handful of bandits. My character got his lame arse smoked on about the second round, having drawn no blood despite a wealth of opportunities. The other two players were immediately reduced to “We’re in some pretty serious trouble here” health levels. The situation was so dire that when I took off to the loo for a minute, I fully expected to return to a scene of unmitigated disaster and the rolling-up of replacement characters.
Surprisingly, some good play and improved luck on the part of my two colleagues pulled the situation back from the brink, after which things came together a bit more, but for a while it looked virtually certain that Chris was going to retain the title. It was a great session, full of solid situations and amusing scenes (like the maths puzzle that Chris set up and had us working on feverishly, until it occurred to us that we could undercut the whole situation by just using a simple magic spell, laughing uncontrollably while we cut the Gordian Knot).
About the only downside was that I rolled such lousy stats for my character that I couldn’t go ahead with my pre-planned concept of making a sort of underworld trickster priest/spy-type. He would have sucked too much to do justice to the idea. I’ll save that one for later.
Went to a christening for some friends’ little baby girl yesterday. Nothing terribly remarkable in that, I suppose – though I probably haven’t been to a christening ceremony for something like 20 years – except that the friends in question are a lesbian couple. No doubt I’m severely prejudiced, but I was rather surprised that the church permitted the ceremony, even if the priest himself was sympathetic. Happily, whatever dire expectations I nursed (what, did I think he was suddenly going to turn around and denounce them as witches or something?) the ceremony was quite simple and uneventful. Baby Hannah was completely untroubled by the half-dozen or so people thumbing water on her forehead, and the whole thing was over in ten minutes or so. It took longer to wrap our gift (a collection of soft plastic power tools, a present Fiona insists on buying for baby girls lately!).
After that was the barbecue, and the afternoon lazing in front of the cricket with a beer. I ask you, is there anything better than summer?
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I was pretty surprised, let me tell you. But the ceremony was, as far as I can tell, straight from the book, and nothing whatever was made of the parents' relationship. Jolly good show.
