so, this morning, get up crack of dawn, and try to find an apartment. relative success there – supposing the app is accepted, we’re moving to Wall street.
come back uptown, help with hard drive install, and router upgrade. i gave him one of my old routers. y’know, one of the cool ones that updates your dynamic dns every time your ip changes? i have a new one – does the same thing. you know what happens when two of them are plugged in to two different cable modems, with two different IP addresses?

my website/server is in total meltdown. this causes my entire jury-rigged telecommunications system to take a hard fucking dirt nap – something which did not occur to me until way later.

in the meantime, i found out that my new phone (did i mention i got a new phone? the samsung instinct) stops being a phone when it is charging off usb? when you plug it in to the a/c adapter, it works fine. when you plug it in to usb? automatically turns off the phone.

so, i miss the 14 calls from the shuttle van people to take me to the airport. because i’m working on getting my site back up, time kinda slides. by the time i realize all this, van is history.

this is why manhattan has taxis, right?

taxis driven by taxi drivers who could, under better circumstances, in certain cases (because you absolutely cannot make any generalizations about NYC cab drivers other than the fact that there is a certain level of collective insanity involved there) – fill in for bread mold. bread mold, with fucking bluetooth earpieces.

this cab driver wouldn’t listen. we spent an inordinate amount of time getting over the bridge. i wanted _off_ the fucking expressway, at least until we had to cut back over. he doesn’t know local routes, doesn’t trust that i do. i have done so much airport chauffeuring, i could practically do it in my fucking sleep. no dice. wtf can i do? i’m in the middle of a goddamn highway. in traffic, doing like 5mph.

this continues until it is obvious, that even though i have no bags, there is no way i am going to make gate check for this flight. i immediately start calling cover flights.

it is about now, while i am in a cab, that i realize my fucking info network at home? totally non operational. but, i have a smartphone, right? i execute some scripts over ip, and get the death star powered up again…

only to be hit by every fucking text message and rss update since ~ 1:45 blasted to my phone.

it buzzed, it chirped, it coughed, it locked up. i reboot it. it comes on. i start calling, and it realizes it was just rebooted, so it starts syncing my contacts over the air. did i mention it did that now and again, specifically every time it is rebooted? while it is doing that, it can’t fucking phone?

AND ALL I FUCKING NEED IS A PHONE.

this might be less of a problem if i had less than 1k contacts (or so i have read). contact culling has commenced. five minutes later, i’ve gone 1/12th of a mile, and i’m back in business.

no more flights in any three airports getting me to ohio in time for the concert.

i am not a happy man. major victory (apartment) and crushing defeat (no concert, wasted money) all in the same day. the fuckig cabbie? i got his medallion, and am totally fucking his shit up report-wise. the dude had the audacity to curse me out when i stiffed him for tip. i should have just jumped the fare.

i’m going to go start packing and crawl into a bottle, i think.

we didn’t get the brownstone option (which was pretty much perfect, and has set the bar for the apartment search ridiculously high now) because the owner’s husband “doesn’t like dogs so much”. what i don’t get is why that wasn’t said up front when we said that there was a dog involved.

i foresee a long search with pooch-bourne much frustration.

who knows, maybe the guy they are renting it too will have a crack-induced heart attack, and we’ll get a crack at it.

i’m still hoping my friends close on a place before the end of the summer, but this seems slimmer and slimmer week-to-week.

i have spoken to pharaoh. he told me that A. landed a head teacher position in a swanky private school in Brooklyn. pharaoh reminded me that my 3 month lease extension expires at the end of august.

then aaron came over, and offered a hookup – he was about to come into some money, and was planning on buying a multifloor brownstone in n. park slope, and wanted to offer a low-low rent while the place was being fixed up. aaron has yet to get his shit together, in terms of setting up a closing date. i am unsure that aaron’s deal will work out, but, if it does, i will be splitting rent on a place which would cost total, monthly, less than my first apartment did 11 years ago.

then raguel called with an insane hookup. a full floor apartment _in_ brookyln heights, with a backyard, under the price range cap we’ve been looking for in a rental situation – anything i’ve scoped in this range, with a broker, was at least 900$ a month more than this. i’m seeing it on wednesday afternoon.

the point is i’m leaving the fucking promised land. with the position A. has, and her hours, the options are the east village or brooklyn, the closer to the heights the better. i never thought i’d live anywhere in nyc but manhattan, but then again, i thought i’d be dead already, or married with kids long ago. shows what i know.

i was in maine again this past weekend to catch up with friends at a beach house. totally stole the weekend. i am thinking i _have_ to stay local this weekend, or i may collapse from exhaustion while seeking relaxation. i’ve spent over a day and a half in a car so far in the month of june. anything goin on that i can take advantage of?

aliens in new hampshire abandoned (Semi-abandoned) warehouse/mfcturing place which once made town prosperous. aliens are found by entimologist seeking information on local bee allergies (gieant bees caused by alien tech). protagonists stumble on to beacon, steal part of it, and find out all about aliens infesting town, planning swath of death and destruction once they can escape (if they can escape).

Это начало конца,
Я могу увидеть его в ваших глазах, в всем вы делаете,
И you’ re испуганный для того чтобы сказатьмне что был через
только мне может сказать путем смотреть вас.
Это начало конца,
Вы как раз даете прочь с всем вы говорите,
и хотя вы никогда не говорили мне мы должны разделить,
Все еще я могу прочитать сочинительство в вашем сердце.
Почему оно теперь когда я держу вашу руку
Некоторое немногая что-то которое я пропускаю,
Что случалось тепла в вашей усмешке,
И где та маленькая беда в вашем доброй ночи поцелуе?
Это начало конца,
Я могу увидеть что острые ощущения пойдены,
почему препятствуйте ему помедлите дальше?
почему ложь к мне и говорит что она нет так?
Для когда я держу вас в моих рукоятках я знаю Что это,
это начало конца.
ятках я знаю Что это, это начало конца.

went to see the doc last week, and though he was not happy about me going, he couldn’t say that my arm had gotten any worse. so i went to maine.

the first day i was gone, my systems blew up at work. i spent like 2 hours on the drive up troubleshooting over the phone, since the remote connectivity card i was supposed to get didn’t make it in time.

i had a great trip. aside from one near-death experience, it was some of the best fishing i’ve ever done, even if the weather was kinda crappy. for the first time in my life, i not only caught a crapload of decent sized bass, i did so at a day where i caught more than my dad, which is kinda epic. the next day, i actually came out ahead at the poker table (nickel,dime) to the tune of 7ish dollars!

last night was lobsters at casa del and , with , , and ms. thekatzman, and A. all in attendance. good times. i found out that pickled whelk are kinda like calamari with vinegar.

all in all, a good time.

pics are here, i’m posting my favorite below, which is close to one of the coolest pics i’ve ever taken, definitely tops in the wildlife department.

i have one thing to say to wotc – fuck you.

for non geeks still reading – try this real-world comparison. imagine baskin robbins went from thier current assortment of ice cream to five flavors, all of them just ice cream – vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, coffee and mint. (no rocky road or mixed nuts or anything in the ice cream, no, i don’t care how much you love it, or if that is what you like the most about ice cream ). then, imagine them trying to sell you this as a good thing, because it will be infinitely easier for them (as a company) to provide these flavors to you in a large variety of slickly packaged and officially branded mediums. in fact, they are going to sell you ice cream that can pretty much only be eaten with a baskin robbins spork. sure, other people may make cheaper knockoff versions of both the ice cream and sporks, but nobody can have ice cream at all now, unless it is in those five flavors!

there hasn’t been a piece of shit with the dnd brand on it as rank as 4.0 is since the dnd movie, which is nearly potpourri like in comparison. if i wanted my entire rpg experience to be an expanded ruleset for dnd minis, guess what i would have invested in? they are trying to turn the dnd brand into the Magic the Gathering model. make as much money as possible by selling virtual product. i bet, within the next few years, they’ll stop selling mini packs physically, but after you get a complete virtual set of them online, you can trade them in for a physical set. strip the rules down so they are easier to code, and introduce a roving line od dnd mmorpgs, where you can go from virtual gaming table to mmo and back effortlessly.

fuck you.

the phb is well written, very in-depth, and finally puts everything the players need (read: magic items) in one book. the artwork is good. the layout is well done.

beyond that, dnd has become an animated husk of what the game once was – most of the limbs are there, some of the digits, but the whole thing is a shambling rotting mess. the big tout has been improved gameplay and faster combat. no shit, when you gut 4/5ths of the rules and break them down into rules for miniatures, that is pretty easy to do!

gone are the intermingling of flavors that was character creation. gone is the truly unique options avaialble to every class and how they deal with challenges. everything is tied to “roles” now – a system which eliminated any class which didn’t fit into a rigid model of utility in combat. i was actually insulted reading the dmg – telling me how to create strings of encounters into adventures, which twisted together into campaigns. there is twice as much spent on the powers, feats, and how to read the entruies as there are on how to create a character engagingly. gods? pantheons? lets trim that down to a handful. no need for pesky “racial gods” or anything which takes up more than two motherfucking pages. ooh, y’know what else, that whole alignment thing has always been such a hassle – lets take all the rough edges out of that. oh, yeah, and lets add in some half-dragons, which are like canned kickass, but keep them “balanced” so that they don’t throw off the game too much. oh yeah, one more thing, lets completely destroy twenty-odd years of developing dnd cosmology, and replace it with three fishbowls balanced on a stick, sourrounded by starry soup. do not, on pain of rant, get me started on the fucking magic system.

i admit a bias here. dnd has always been about collaborative storytelling. as compelling, complex (and occasionally nonsensical) as the rules have been from time to time, they have always been the blueprints for the stage crew. important to how the show goes on, but not the end-all-be-all. i only ran a hack-and-slash campaign once, and it got boring after three sessions. i guess WOTC is trying to re-invest in a new generation, by appealing to powergamers, penis fencers, and 12 year olds who think that “plot” is what happens between fight scenes in a pokemon episode. if that was the target audience, get your flightsuits out: mission accomplished!

all the developer journals and wasted hours hoping that this would be a good thing. pah. i’m sticking with 3.5, and will probably migrate over to paizo’s pathfinder. that is, until i can finish that project i set out to build 10 years ago, and never finished.

i’m going to do it this time.

i’m glad that gary gygax died before he got exposed to the inbred bastard that his idea has become.