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April 1, 2009

Stupid plague house

Filed under: fitter/happier,joey — lexifab @ 6:51 pm

As usual any good intentions I may have had regarding regular blogging have been tamped down and squared off in a path leading in a roughly southerly direction. But this time I have a series of explanations, swear to God. Not excuses, no no!

From practically the moment I got home from the Burning Wheel game on Wednesday night (ask me about the hilarious episode of Imperial regicide occurring therein), I was laid up with a good solid bout of flu – neck and back pains, headaches and general CPS. Then I got better roughly a week ahead of schedule – yeah, I’m just that manly – only to have Fi immediately bedridden with something apparently unrelated but equally debilitating. No sooner had she recovered than the Joey kicked in with a high temperature and constant, desperate sadness. Poor little blighter. He seems to have more or less recovered now, but in the meantime it’s been one long day and horrid night after another for nearly a week now. I haven’t done a damned thing around the house, let alone been anywhere near the interwebs for more than three consecutive minutes. Don’t ask about writing, please. You’ll just make me sad.

Meanwhile, Jimbo swanned off to Melbourne for the weekend and watched AFL and the Grand Prix and The Who in concert. Of course, he then made the tactical error of returning to the plague house, where both he and Simon have picked up nasty bugs of assorted manifestations.

Stupid plague house. Enter at your own risk – we’re probably all still infectious or vectory or something.

Oh, how I wish I had something interesting to blog about. But no, this is what my life is, at the moment. Well, this and a very tiresome introduction to the realities of being a landlord, but I’ll save that for a separate post sometime when I have the headspace for clarity.

* Chronic pissweakness syndrome, for those not submerged in the minutiae of our early 90’s gaming in-jokes.


  1. Ok, so what was it about the imperial regicide that was so hilarious?

    Comment by jenny — April 2, 2009 @ 9:23 am

  2. Well, for one thing the game, called “The Emperor Must Die”, is planned to go for many months, only he finally pushed his loyal followers too far…in the fourth session. Now we probably need a new name and I have *no* idea where it’s all going to go next.

    Plus, it was fun having the confrontation between the Emperor and his pious, heaven loving followers, in which he just kept cheerfully revealing more and more about the blasphemous destiny he was pursuing, confident of their utter loyalty right up until the moment that first one player denounced him as a heretic and another incinerated him with sorcerous fire.

    Comment by Lexifab — April 2, 2009 @ 9:37 am

  3. Are they sure they killed the *real* Emperor? What about his legion of body doubles? And the android replica made by Duke Gustaav way back in Episode 7? If he was incinerated, it is probably now impossible to check his left buttock for the tell-tale tattoo of egrets playing pinochle…

    BTW, did Jenny tell you that Bindlering has a Facebook page now?

    Comment by Chris F — April 2, 2009 @ 1:23 pm

  4. I have to say that I have no sympathy… Hang on! Wait…………….

    Nope. No sympathy.

    Comment by Marco Parigi — April 2, 2009 @ 4:18 pm

  5. Marco, you’re a hard, hard man. I definitely have no intentions of following down the path you’ve forged, let me tell ya! 😉

    Chris – nah, playing the old Monte Cristo switcheroo would be extremely cheesy at this point. Much funnier to leave the players to deal with the consequences of sudden civilisation-wide destabilisation (or try to prevent it through lies and deception, as seems more likely to be the path they’ll take).

    Comment by Lexifab — April 3, 2009 @ 10:15 am

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