kingandy | Last night was interesting.

First I had a call from Caroline Whiting . Caroline's an old friend from Warped and the Manchester Live Roleplay Society. For perfectly valid reasons that I will not go into, she has a certain childlike demeanor that can be quite irritating in a 25-year-old woman. Still, I am quite fond of her; I think the key to handling her is to treat her exactly like a normal person and ignore all her little six-year-old things without letting it get to you.

She was primarily ringing to ask me to start a new character at SoS. She has a fairly good idea about a whole team whose concept is use of the Chant spell, but in typical Caroline style has decided to model them after an American football team and cheerleaders. With Egyptian influences. Or something. I told her no thanks, because I already have too many characters and am thinking of starting a couple more anyway, and also don't want to buy specific kit for something that I would frankly only play once. (Accentuating the positive, I thanked her for thinking of me.) We got to chatting and she mentioned that her youger sister Rachel is due to drop sprog on Christmas Eve, and also that they were thinking of going to the December SoS event (two weeks earlier). That seemed to me to be fecking stupid, and I told her. She seemed to take it rather well, she backpedalled a bit and said they weren't definitely going yet...

Then me and my Mum watched Second Coming. It was very good, a primetime drama based around ... well, the Second Coming. The Son of God. Very tense and touching, with excellently subtle demon effects and one or two big-budget miracles. Odd ending though. Not exactly upbeat, but neither is it a complete downer ... it just happens. We're left to ourselves to decide whether it's a good or a bad thing. Even the characters aren't sure.

Which is nice.

Must spend less time on Intarwebs. People are starting to complain.