January 3rd, 2008

Zod

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No migraine last night or this morning.  However, I could still feel...something that told me if I'd exposed myself to any of my other triggers, it might have tipped the balance.

I'm still trying to get back in the swing of things, work-wise.  Seven days off, three on, four off, and back for two so far just isn't helping my rhythm.  Yesterday, I was confounded for an hour by a new PC that wouldn't let me log on and it turned out it was because I'd manually entered the wrong date into its calendar.

In a move that's either foolish or desperately brilliant, I've volunteered to playtest one of my OwlCon games next Tuesday.  Which means I really need to get my butt in gear and get it into a runable form.  All I really need are the PCs and a plot.  How hard can that be?

(Note to my fListers in the gaming group: it's not that dire, but I know an actual deadline is going to help me immensely.)
Zod

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Lately, I've been listening to a lot of old-time radio shows via XM.  And while they certainly play a lot of the genuine classics (Jack Benny, Burns & Allen, The Great Gildersleeve, The Shadow, Gunsmoke, Dragnet, et. alia), there's a lot of stuff that's just...man.

I mean stuff like "Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar,"  a detective show featuring, and I quote, "The insurance investigator with the action-packed expense account."  Yeah, really.  Every show featured Mr. Dollar investigating something acquainted with insurance fraud and his ongoing accounting of his expenses framed the narrative.  Thing is, as a noir-ish mystery show, it ain't bad.  According to the internet, it lasted from 1949 to 1962, which is a damned respectable run (I didn't know that there still were radio shows in 1962).  Still, it epitomizes the thin premises that many of these shows featured.  "Crime Photographer" anyone?

A lot of the shows also seem to be of the slumming big name celebrity variety.  Well, slumming's probably not the right word, more like picking up an easy paycheck.  Like Vincent Price starring in "The Saint" with dialogue that sounds improved via a martini glass.  Or "Rocky Fortune," starring Frank Sinatra.

I'm not quite sure why I've taken to listening to them, other than the fact that they're a bit like tabletop RPG sessions without the minis.  But I generally like 'em and I seem to be in an anti-music phase at the moment, for some reason, so what the hell?