Confessions of a dork
Oct. 6th, 2003 12:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakenguyConfession the first: I've been deciding what to do, both at work and in my free time, with the help of random number generators. I make a list, alternating fun things and chores, and either roll dice (at home) or use www.random.org (at work, because the sound of a handful of dice rolling across a desktop is a) very loud, and b) would attract nearby jazz musicians like a pot of honey in a bear convention).
Confession the second: discovering that I can set up the exerbike in front of the TV and use the Playstation while I exercise has made a HUGE difference in my fitness level. If anyone asks, a boss fight burns about 100 calories.
Confession the third: Part of what I did this weekend was get ready to teach a workshop. That's not the dorky part. The dorky part is this: thinking of it not as a workshop but as a short LARP made planning much, much easier.
Confession the third, addendum: I did much of this planning while playing Morrowind at a friend's house in western Mass. On a comfy black leather couch. While eating cookies I'd baked the night before. With a sleeping dog on my lap. It was heaven.
Confession the fourth: I did not get back to Boston from my friends' house in western Mass until much later than I'd planned because of Morrowind being such a timesuck that I'd thought that a half hour had gone by when, in fact, four hours had.
Confession the fifth: Research for my current writing project includes such questions as: What IS Marvel Comics's "Vision" made out of, anyhow? Is he metallic or squishy? And, notwithstanding the fact he's a robot, if he fathered a child at the start of his super-hero career, how old would the child be now?
Confession the sixth: My first ever movie part (direct to DVD, but still) involves wearing a large cube over my head and running downhill screaming. I get the costume and sign the paperwork for this a day before finding out what part I'll be playing over the next few weekends at a Haunted Castle. It feels like most of my month will involve struggling to see out of tiny eyeholes.
Confession the sixth, addendum: the script for this movie is Oscar-worthy compared to some of the other local films I've looked at, then decided to run away from. It isn't the state of local filmmaking, no; it's the types of movies that perk my interest up until the point where I read the script.
Confession the second: discovering that I can set up the exerbike in front of the TV and use the Playstation while I exercise has made a HUGE difference in my fitness level. If anyone asks, a boss fight burns about 100 calories.
Confession the third: Part of what I did this weekend was get ready to teach a workshop. That's not the dorky part. The dorky part is this: thinking of it not as a workshop but as a short LARP made planning much, much easier.
Confession the third, addendum: I did much of this planning while playing Morrowind at a friend's house in western Mass. On a comfy black leather couch. While eating cookies I'd baked the night before. With a sleeping dog on my lap. It was heaven.
Confession the fourth: I did not get back to Boston from my friends' house in western Mass until much later than I'd planned because of Morrowind being such a timesuck that I'd thought that a half hour had gone by when, in fact, four hours had.
Confession the fifth: Research for my current writing project includes such questions as: What IS Marvel Comics's "Vision" made out of, anyhow? Is he metallic or squishy? And, notwithstanding the fact he's a robot, if he fathered a child at the start of his super-hero career, how old would the child be now?
Confession the sixth: My first ever movie part (direct to DVD, but still) involves wearing a large cube over my head and running downhill screaming. I get the costume and sign the paperwork for this a day before finding out what part I'll be playing over the next few weekends at a Haunted Castle. It feels like most of my month will involve struggling to see out of tiny eyeholes.
Confession the sixth, addendum: the script for this movie is Oscar-worthy compared to some of the other local films I've looked at, then decided to run away from. It isn't the state of local filmmaking, no; it's the types of movies that perk my interest up until the point where I read the script.
