And... I'm spent!

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Convention finished, guests of honor home, pizza had, reimbursements gained, convention will continue into next year. Had a great time being the squire (peon, lackey, minion, gopher, etc) of Mr. Larry Elmore, famous fantasy artist. Good guy, that one. Learned a bit about the process of his art, what he's done, why he's done it, and a lot of other things. We had good dinners together and talked and ate, and generally had a good time. He did good business as well. Hopefully, he'll come back as our guest in later years. I think I made a pretty good impression on him - the convention was a bit of a break from work for him, and so we let him just sit and sell his wares and talk. And... I did manage to sneak a game in. Huzzah. Five years of sitting the board, and that was the first game I've actually played in.

So that's done. I still have a paper to write that's due Thursday, and I'll get on that... tomorrow. Today, instead, I'll regale you with stories of a very young college student (I hope he doesn't get burnt out with all the people making demands on him). Neil Patrick Harris, meet your real-life equivalent. This kid might need some protective ninjas, avenging unicorns, but most especially, he'll need nihilist gum for when he enters his emo phase. (Isn't it amazing what one can do with some links - thanks greyweirdo - and a crazy imagination? Like the people who tagged this sign as "Zeppelin’s least-favorite song". I've been partial to Zappa, myself, but there's enough room for everyone on my playlist.)

And about that piece I posted last night - at some point soon after the stuff that went down at Columbine high, slashdot (TENNY! It's past your bedtime. Go to bed. Awwwww...) posted an article about something I really believe is true - it could have been anybody. I know it could have been me. It's not because I had pressure valves to let the steam off with and people who were actually friendly to me to form my own clique with. The real truth of the matter? I've found that college is a lot like high school was, and that the real world is probably like this as well, but with one major exception - out here, the different groups aren't forced to be in close proximity to each other. So they don't explode because they aren't under pressure. (Although work environs may produce that effect).

The last bit for tonight is simultaneously the most and least important thing in this post - the founding document of Merlism. So have a look at The book of Merl. There's no wrong order to read it in, and some of those things will feel quite right.

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The last bit for tonight is simultaneously the most and least important thing in this post - the founding document of Merlism. So have a look at The book of Merl. There's no wrong order to read it in, and some of those things will feel quite right.

i can't see it because it requires a plugin that i don't have, and i don't feel like starting up my windoesn't box just so that i can see it... but at the same time, i used to know a guy named merl, and i can't help but wonder if he's behind it all...

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Well, if you head to the root site at E-Merl.com, you might be able to figure out if it's the same one.

[przxqgl.livejournal.com]

yeh, i figured it out... e-merl.com is daniel goodbrey of st. albans, UK, and the one i know is merl.org, who is mark campbell of scarborough, ON... oh well...

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Ah. How unfortunate. Was hoping for a giant Conspiracy Thing to come flying through and raise my Weirdness Level for a bit. As it is, I'll have to make do with politics.