October 30th, 2003

Cowboy

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We got the little female rabbit neutered on tuesday and she was back with us by the next day after staying overnight. She's in a seperate cage for now to keep her from hurting herself by humping the other bunny and busting a stitch. There is almost always a change in personality in an animal when they're neutered and she does seem to be a little less aggressive at the moment which is more likely a result of being tired and sore than anything else but I live in hope.
More importantly though, she seems to have gotten some ideas during her time in the vet and is now displaying her annoyance with me by taking one of her bowls (food or water) and dumping it into the other one. She's done this about five times since she got home.

Little werido...

Other than that I watched Wishmaster last night, I've seen wishmaster 3 and 4 before and the original would seem to be the best - not to say that the original is in any way a good movie, just much better than sequels 3 and 4. Wishmaster 4 had one clever idea in it but it would seem that they abandoned much of the Djinn mythos after the first movie - gawd help us if that was deemed too complex for the cinema audience, I suspect it was because the mythos required that plot holes be developed here and there though. I've got "in the mouth of madness" to go through today, I got some of the way into it yesterday but not more than half an hour. I might do some shitty horror renting over the weekend come to think of it, it's as valid an excuse as any to re-rent "dagon" and "the reanimator".
Cowboy

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It seems odd to me that on the first day that metalrabbit is back to work (which I still have some time off remaining) the neighbours start using hammers, drills and chainsaws. It fits neatly into the history thus far that all of my time off coincides with construction work done nearby wheras metalrabbit almost never has to deal with it.

Finished watching "in the mouth of madness" a short time back, it's not a bad little movie, some interesting ideas (good for about two pages of notes). I reckon I might brave the rain outside and wander up to the pub for a coffee and a smoke instead of hanging around here in distraction city. Still can't find the old core rules for Unholy Wars, I figure they only exist on my work PC for definite now, none of my mail accounts or website folders has it, even then I'm not certain about my work PC. Still, no doubt Ian has altered the system to be unrecognisable by now anyway... but the skills list... God.. that was sixty pages on its own....
Cowboy

Brain in a jar

Five pages of notes written in the pub over a few coffees and cigarettes, I should do that more often, far fewer distractions since there is no possibility that I will feel the need to download more music to listen to, watch Oprah or generally find some other excuse to slack off (not that the whole RPG thing is some sort of mega important project with deadlines and stuff but when I decide I want to spend time on something and then fail to get anything done it pisses me off something chronic). I'm up to about 30 pages of hand written notes in total now, most of it completly indecypherable and unintelligible to anyone but myself - and probably quite scary to others given that about three pages are devoted to the concept of "lost towns" where the laws of narrative hold sway and where one individual can control all that happens there. The section on people granted divine powers is more than a little odd and "HITLER!" is in there in bold underlined text, right beside "BRAIN IN A JAR!".

Maybe I'll drink tea next time.

For future reference though, I should bring a walkman with me for some music though listening to the radio did provide me with one note about sensory deprivation tanks. Still, irish DJs aren't much fun to listen to as a rule and I could have gotten the whole tank thing without listening to some wishy washy new aged voice wittering on about the strains of modern living. I still have to dig out the old notes, wherever they are and there's a certain sense of apprehension about it stirring around in my gut. You know how it feels when you hear yourself singing without music in the background? This is much the same feeling. I'm glad we never finished this thing back five years ago, it would have sucked almightily (and it still might) and been a real embarassment to all involved.