She hurts it in so many ways...

So, Miss Small Perversions herself is teaching a belly-dancing class this year. Which is awesome and amazing, and I'm infinately glad I decided to sign up for this.

However - my ass, she hurteth in so many, varied, and extensive ways I cannot even begin to describe. I cannot walk without my knees shaking, cannot sit, cannot kneel, cannot laugh (for upper abs are required for extensive chest thrusting - who knew)...

I also cannot even begin to imagine how this is going to feel tomorrow morning. E-little-unholy-brown-sand-gods do I *not* want to wake up to this in the morning.

Hooked, Rooked, and Likin' It.

So finally the inevitable has occurred (yes, W, I know that you will snicker wickedly to yourself and take credit for my slow downhill slide to gamerdom) - I am now to be co-ST-ing a game. Sometime in the next year.

Le Sigh. The Tall Man and I began discussing ideas for running a magic-themed LARP, and it snowballed from there. The system is a loose adaptation of what he's currently using to run Dustbowl Prophets. I goggle enviously at his ability to set up and tweak game systems to affect the flow of play to the tone we desire. Much work must still be done. However, it means that the effort involved in ST-ing will be significantly less than what I'm used to seeing game organizers have to do.

Interest may be appropriately directed to his blog, as that is where most people currently look for game mechanics stuff here in Edmonton anyways.

My brain is mush, for pulling an all-nighter after brainstorming a new game concept = bad. I'm sure that there are other note-worthy events in my life currently, but I don't remember them. Everything else is still at it's usual standard - I haven't done near enough packing for the upcoming move, or job applications as I would like, I have far too many things I want to attend in the next week, and I need a drink. I'm currently debating whether to clean this sty or sleep. For most people this wouldn't even be a question pondered, but I'm neurotic. Hoorah. Everyone can just deal.