Crying, pain, fear
Jul. 29th, 2004 10:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kingandyTo all my friends in tech support:
http://changelog.newworldodour.co.uk/entries/id/1008
In other news. I have said nothing on Tuesday's D&D, which was fun, because of actually doing appreciable amounts of damage for the first time ever (5 flaming arrows a round, with a good few criticals thrown in for good measure). Half-dragon-Tyranosaurus-Rexes have quite low AC, so I hit it a lot. Then I ran out of flaming arrows (you burn through them surprisingly quick at 5 per round) and had to fall back on the bog-standard ones, which were not nearly so entertaining. Apparently at the end of the session we missed Nook's massive hints in the direction of "You have trackers you can track the bearer of the phylactery back to its lair!". I do remember thinking "Ooh maybe I could track it!" briefly, but this was quickly replaced by "Mm, booze is nice," by which point everybody was talking about resting for the night to recover spells and it did not occur to me again.
Woodrun's now Rgr10Brb3, and I think he will not advance any further in Ranger ever. Next level I duplicate a feat I've already bought, I can't learn any higher-level spells due to my poor wisdom, and the remaining special abilities are all about the hiding (which I never do anyway). Life of barbarism here I come. WOODRUN SMASH!
Tuesday's booze was cheap Smirnoff Ice substitute. I did not like it so much as instead of Vodka it had "made-wine". What is Made-Wine? I do not think I like it very much. Still, if you drank it straight from the fridge it did not taste nearly so bad, and it was cheap at half the price, so I could afford twice as much of it.
Nook insisted that I make use of his shower in the morning, and casually mentioned that he would probably be getting up at around the same time as me despite the unusually early hour (more on that later). In the event this did not happen, but it seems obvious that he is trying to maneuver me into some sort of shower-share situation. The dirty scamp. I tell you, it is a terrible burden being such an irresistible studmuffin. I can assure![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
foul_temptress that should such a thing occur I would naturally be the model of gentlemanly restraint and nothing indecent would transpire. Unless of course I forgot, or was drunk, or it seemed funny. Or we have different ideas of "indecent". There, that should just about cover me.
So I set my alarm for 6AM, in order to get in to work an hour early for a meeting with Len (company director and salesman) and Will (team leader) about business intelligence (ha ha ha). There I was promptly at 8AM, ready for the go. Len got in at 8:30, Will at 8:45. Cock. Then it turned out that Saleem - the other person in the meeting - wasn't there at all, since his wife was inconsiderately giving birth. So we had a 10 minute meeting about how we were going to have to create a data warehouse to keep information in for the clients to make reports from, without touching on how we were actually going to to this, and left it there. On the plus side, this means I get to go home an hour early on (I've decided) Friday.
Plans for the weekend: Friday I will likely be in Bolton, celebrating the anniversary ofghostbritain's birth. I have decided that I have not snogged nearly enough of my friends, and will be attempting to remedy this. Volunteers should present themselves at their nearest convenience. Saturday I will be shopping for wedding items (it is my cousin's wedding next weekend and I require clothes and gifts), and then I shall probably spend the night at my Stretford lodgings. Communication will be had with the landlord there regarding contributions to council tax etc, and apparently also additional housemates. At some point myself and bacony will have to go through our boxes divvying up all the stuff that was casually thrown in together for the move. Boo.
Must tidy my room (Ilkley). Boxes piled so high, clothes strewn about.
Oh - did a bit more colouring on the picture last night, though not an enormous amount on account of the Planescape: Torment. Some operations are taking quite a while, I suspect that once the colouring is completed it will be a good idea to save a copy, then flatten the art layers and shrink the image before continuing to process things like text and filters.
I think that's everything. Bye bye for now.
http://changelog.newworldodour.co.uk/entries/id/1008
In other news. I have said nothing on Tuesday's D&D, which was fun, because of actually doing appreciable amounts of damage for the first time ever (5 flaming arrows a round, with a good few criticals thrown in for good measure). Half-dragon-Tyranosaurus-Rexes have quite low AC, so I hit it a lot. Then I ran out of flaming arrows (you burn through them surprisingly quick at 5 per round) and had to fall back on the bog-standard ones, which were not nearly so entertaining. Apparently at the end of the session we missed Nook's massive hints in the direction of "You have trackers you can track the bearer of the phylactery back to its lair!". I do remember thinking "Ooh maybe I could track it!" briefly, but this was quickly replaced by "Mm, booze is nice," by which point everybody was talking about resting for the night to recover spells and it did not occur to me again.
Woodrun's now Rgr10Brb3, and I think he will not advance any further in Ranger ever. Next level I duplicate a feat I've already bought, I can't learn any higher-level spells due to my poor wisdom, and the remaining special abilities are all about the hiding (which I never do anyway). Life of barbarism here I come. WOODRUN SMASH!
Tuesday's booze was cheap Smirnoff Ice substitute. I did not like it so much as instead of Vodka it had "made-wine". What is Made-Wine? I do not think I like it very much. Still, if you drank it straight from the fridge it did not taste nearly so bad, and it was cheap at half the price, so I could afford twice as much of it.
Nook insisted that I make use of his shower in the morning, and casually mentioned that he would probably be getting up at around the same time as me despite the unusually early hour (more on that later). In the event this did not happen, but it seems obvious that he is trying to maneuver me into some sort of shower-share situation. The dirty scamp. I tell you, it is a terrible burden being such an irresistible studmuffin. I can assure
foul_temptress that should such a thing occur I would naturally be the model of gentlemanly restraint and nothing indecent would transpire. Unless of course I forgot, or was drunk, or it seemed funny. Or we have different ideas of "indecent". There, that should just about cover me.So I set my alarm for 6AM, in order to get in to work an hour early for a meeting with Len (company director and salesman) and Will (team leader) about business intelligence (ha ha ha). There I was promptly at 8AM, ready for the go. Len got in at 8:30, Will at 8:45. Cock. Then it turned out that Saleem - the other person in the meeting - wasn't there at all, since his wife was inconsiderately giving birth. So we had a 10 minute meeting about how we were going to have to create a data warehouse to keep information in for the clients to make reports from, without touching on how we were actually going to to this, and left it there. On the plus side, this means I get to go home an hour early on (I've decided) Friday.
Plans for the weekend: Friday I will likely be in Bolton, celebrating the anniversary of
ghostbritain's birth. I have decided that I have not snogged nearly enough of my friends, and will be attempting to remedy this. Volunteers should present themselves at their nearest convenience. Saturday I will be shopping for wedding items (it is my cousin's wedding next weekend and I require clothes and gifts), and then I shall probably spend the night at my Stretford lodgings. Communication will be had with the landlord there regarding contributions to council tax etc, and apparently also additional housemates. At some point myself and bacony will have to go through our boxes divvying up all the stuff that was casually thrown in together for the move. Boo.Must tidy my room (Ilkley). Boxes piled so high, clothes strewn about.
Oh - did a bit more colouring on the picture last night, though not an enormous amount on account of the Planescape: Torment. Some operations are taking quite a while, I suspect that once the colouring is completed it will be a good idea to save a copy, then flatten the art layers and shrink the image before continuing to process things like text and filters.
I think that's everything. Bye bye for now.
Re: Further to Geekiness
Date: 2004-07-29 06:16 am (UTC)Woodrun has Ranged Disarm ... and I was going to go for Order Of The Bow but I decided against for some reason. Oh yeah, you need Weapon Spec and/or mastery or something, and I'm not that interested in a +1 to hit by this point (+20 base). And to use the Bonus Damage thing you have to take a full action, losing your rapid shot or whatever... I may take another look at them but I think it may be Barbarian all the way.