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The Killing Moon
Nov. 3rd, 2019 05:59 pmWe're back on Eastern Standard Time as of today, and that means that sunset was as 5:42PM this afternoon. After a too-long summer that saw 90F+ days into early October, I welcome the long cool nights of the past few weeks. It's time to shore up the defenses, though - our old foe Seasonal Affective Disorder is lurking in these early dark hours.
Halloween was mostly quiet and relaxing. Mostly. Dad called around 4, The Niece's car had broken down and he wanted me to see if I could fix it. I did, by having it towed to my place; Dad came up Friday morning and made a field-expedient repair, which held together for about half of his drive back to Liberty.
Gaming Friday night was ... well, it was experienced-player-and-new-GM, so somewhat frustrating on my end. Saturday was much better, with nine people showing up to play Armada. I think we're going to have enough players for a Rebellion in the Rim campaign, if we can ever organize ourselves.
A few nights ago, an episode of the Lore podcast (101, on shapechangers) got into my head and for whatever reason, it really messed with me. I'm talking long minutes of my arm hair standing on end and pumped-up adrenaline and everything. Something about the stories and the telling just got to me.
In a less-spooky and more thoughtful manner, the Cults episode on Victor Paul Weirwille and his weird-ass branch of Christianity called The Way got into my head, too. I can remember seeing a copy of that group's printings of the Protestant Bible floating around the house when I was a kid, and reading the commentary on the books, if not the scripture itself (and I don't know why exactly, but I hate the word "scripture"). I can't recall ever going to any The Way events, but they may have just gotten lost in the melange of tent revivals and singings and whatever other "special" worship events I was dragged to over the years.
An hour after sunset, and it is full dark here in Louisville, Kentucky. Dear reader, that's sign enough for me to wrap up this entry and turn my eyes elsewhere for a while.
Halloween was mostly quiet and relaxing. Mostly. Dad called around 4, The Niece's car had broken down and he wanted me to see if I could fix it. I did, by having it towed to my place; Dad came up Friday morning and made a field-expedient repair, which held together for about half of his drive back to Liberty.
Gaming Friday night was ... well, it was experienced-player-and-new-GM, so somewhat frustrating on my end. Saturday was much better, with nine people showing up to play Armada. I think we're going to have enough players for a Rebellion in the Rim campaign, if we can ever organize ourselves.
A few nights ago, an episode of the Lore podcast (101, on shapechangers) got into my head and for whatever reason, it really messed with me. I'm talking long minutes of my arm hair standing on end and pumped-up adrenaline and everything. Something about the stories and the telling just got to me.
In a less-spooky and more thoughtful manner, the Cults episode on Victor Paul Weirwille and his weird-ass branch of Christianity called The Way got into my head, too. I can remember seeing a copy of that group's printings of the Protestant Bible floating around the house when I was a kid, and reading the commentary on the books, if not the scripture itself (and I don't know why exactly, but I hate the word "scripture"). I can't recall ever going to any The Way events, but they may have just gotten lost in the melange of tent revivals and singings and whatever other "special" worship events I was dragged to over the years.
An hour after sunset, and it is full dark here in Louisville, Kentucky. Dear reader, that's sign enough for me to wrap up this entry and turn my eyes elsewhere for a while.