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Dreams again.

I dreamed that I ate dinner with a whole bunch of people, including my father, at a local church every Wednesday evening. On the back page of the Free Times, there was an ad addressed specifically to me: "Amber: Will pay $1199 for aid in the matter discussed before. Aid in downloading 'Das Vergin de Marhel' provided. Require maintaining 'The Golden Rules' site. Contact Fredrico deFellipini at " My dream-mind vaugely remembers talking to this Italian guy, who wanted me to help him add relevent quotations from this German book to his occult site. I pointed out that I couldn't read German, and couldn't take his money for something I couldn't do. So I was trying to figure out if I should take the job anyway, because hey, that's flattering.

Meanwhile, one of the other guys at the dinner was ranting about how the dinner conflicted with his Calvinball games, and he couldn't get any players because we were stealing them all away. Most everyone else was ignoring him.

My brain is strange.

[CoC] First session

It looks like everyone can make Sunday. However, Sunday is not the greatest day for me. I probably can't make it before 8pm, which would put us gaming late. Now, there are a couple of options:

1) We can try for 8-11pm EST on Sunday. It'd be a short session, but if you're up for it, I'm up for it.

2) Days next week that would be good?

[In Nomine] Ficbit

This is a little fic-bit, set in an Interesting Times version, if not the real one. :) It's about my interpretation of Harrishee, Demon of Sensationalism, and ends on a rather depressing note. Vessel-suicide thoughts implication, if you're sensitive to that sort of thing.

( Retrospective )