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In which I am thankful and full, of food and friends.
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Reflection on Daily Life as a Tabletop Gamer
In which I am thankful and full, of food and friends.
In which I catch you up on my holiday preparation, and celebrate two more movies, one of which really stood out.
In which I find I’ve watched two movies that could be described as the same, but definitely aren’t. Bonus: musing about the valu...
In which I reminisce about the idea of reminiscing, especially when we do it in real-time.
In which I suggest that there are valuable stories to be heard and seen in these movies.
In which I try to encourage myself to learn the right lesson: that a moment, doing nothing, is important.
In which I consider some of the analysis offered by the writer who inspired one of my favourite Hallmarkian Christmas movie series, Christma...
In which I talk a little bit more about how I create a numerical rating for the Hallmarkian Christmas Movies I watch, and a bit about recent...
In which I celebrate the end of another reality (show) and comment a little on the others I’ve considered, and maybe a little about wh...
In which I begin to talk about what I’m finding this year, in Finding Mr. Christmas.
In which I talk about the challenge of making sure I sound the same when I’m not me, in various bodies.
In which I think about the fallacy and strength of age bands.
In which I espouse my interest in the coming spooky season…
In which I recount the reflections when the lights went out.
In which I think about who I am, and realize I can be anything.
(a quick repost) In which I complain and try to elucidate that most things — especially in the modern world! — fail in unusual a...
In which I complain and try to elucidate that most things — especially in the modern world! — fail in unusual and unpredictable...
(A repost as it did not appear in Overcast.) In which I muse about how little we really teach about what and how to wear clothes.
In which I muse about how little we really teach about what and how to wear clothes.
In which I start with a random suggestion and come up with… random stuff…
In which I discover that there is another “once-a-day-in-August” challenge, and it relates to my favourite hobby, RPGs.
In which I consider some of the boundaries of knowledge that I’d like to know.
In which I discuss the Unravel series of games I’ve run (sometimes) at Enbicon, our local gaming convention — and thoughts about...
In which I celebrate a thought I’ve had before: that sometimes, it’s the nothing that matters.
In which I think back to a time when I was really scared, and how I’ve tried to not be scared (by trying to be scared) since.
In which I once more muse about life and work.
In which I find myself wandering away from the realization that I was wandering away from my session prep for an upcoming D&D game…
In which I discuss religion, and it’s mild effect on me.
In which I muse a little about listening to what would now be called “historical” broadcasts.
In which I reflect on a conversation about failing to reflect often enough.
In which I expose myself as a prepper — of roleplaying game sessions.
In which I am vaguely inspired to consider a philosophical question — I’m just not sure which one.
In which I attempt to remain conscious about being conscious…
In which I muse about the state and power of radio.
In which I return to talking about my task management system again — and it’s limitation. And by way of that, everything else...
In which I find myself engrossed in talking about my latest videogame obsession…
In which I muse about the knowledge gaps and experience that we all have, and how we might spread the magic a bit further.
In which I muse about my close encounters with acting.
In which I start, as I often do, with my own ignorance and frustration.
In which I find no direction, know no rules, and simply talk about what comes to mind.
In which I celebrate the collection of story influences I’ve had for this day.
When you start with nothing, you’re bound to find something .
In which I celebrate the chances I’ll have to be together with people, even if I’m too shy to really be there.
In which I explore the idea of gifts — and give examples of the worst and best gifts I’ve given.
In which, I consider what I’m missing, and what might cause it to come back.
In which I regret only that I cannot hold a key in a bucket. If you want your very own copy of the lyrics to A Very Scary Solstice, visit th...
In which I regret only that I cannot hold a key in a bucket. If you want your very own copy of the lyrics to A Very Scary Solstice, visit th...
In which I muddle through a description of why I think everything is made of story.
In which I celebrate the unexpected twist of positive delight.
In which I consider the habit of repetition…