A Simple Way To Go Faster Than Light That Does Not Work

I knew cthulhia was planning something nefarious for Mostly Looney Games Night this evening, since in this month's event announcement she was openly inviting people to mail her about planning birthday abuses for me, and furthermore I could see that she had successfully started a conspiracy, due to "tee-hee" posts in other people's journals.

I would like to think that what I encountered upon entering was a subset of the many things I imagined as possibilities, but these couldn't do justice to the reality: a Zendo cake, with marzipan Icehouse pieces and Jelly Belly marking stones (And a rule that I had to guess before anyone could eat it: A koan has the buddha nature if it is edible. (Counter-examples were ordinary plastic icehouse koans surrounding the cake.)) Plus, a Green Monkey cake! Yay. I hope someone really did get pictures...! pheromone?

And then we all had fun playing games for a few hours. Some people showed up who don't usually, too; Joe did, and Josh the GM, if only for a little while. Between all this, the various 'lectronic wellwishing I received, and even cards from distant family that alll arrived at once, I am a heppy ket, of the same variety as I have been more or less since First Night,

And then, just as with First Night, people got run over by cars again. Well, actually only almost, this time, but it was still scary. Stop doing that.

But, anyway. You all rock.

pheremone threw a random game foo thingy, which was very well-attended despite the short notice. I think that says a lot about the people in that crowd. Good things, good things, mind.

I must say that I kind of dig the chance to get a little more in with this particular circle. Playin' games is one of the very few social contexts in which I'm always happy to meet and interact with strangers (I guess work would be the only other one) and there are lots and lots of strangers I have yet to destrangeify in this one bunch. I get to know one or two more people very slightly better every time I swing by, and that's just fine.

[Lots of boring self-analysis typed, thought better of, and saved for later.]

Well, anyway. Played Zendo until I could play no more. All is well.