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Game Night Highlights for 10082017

GM as Talis the White: Sheath your weapons, fools.

Ellibelli Stabby-sneaky: Does she have people with her?

GM: Yes.

Elli: *to the people with Talis* Yeah! Sheath your weapons, fools.

After a long discussion of where everyone is and why Talis the White shouldn’t be casting spells at us.

Elli: We just didn’t want to die horribly in the hall. We’d like to choose where we die horribly.

Marmalade Ranger-danger: S-U-T, S-U-L-B.

GM: What are you doing?

Marmalade: Reminding you that we don’t know how to spell “subtle.”

Adrin: *reveals his face to Talis, his childhood friend* We need to talk, old friend.

GM as Talis: Ah, Adrin. I knew it was you by the amount of collateral damage to my lodge.

GM: For the most part, the rooms in the lodge are very well-appointed.

Elli: Except for the ones that are smoke damaged. *high fives Adrin Burnlodge and Alexeron Farstrider*

GM as Talis: Rezmir follows Severin the Red. He is even more the fool than the lot of you to try to try to raise the Queen of Dragons.

Elli: That’s what we’ve been saying.

Talis the White: I am infinitely more qualified to wear the white mask than Varrom.

Elli: Varrom the so-called white. *writes down the name* I just want to make sure to delivery your regards to the right person when I’m stabbing them.

GM: The name of the town is Parnast.

Elli: Porn-nest?

GM: PAR-NAST

Damn it, Sully Cat. You are not the Spine of the World. GM: Roll Initiative.

Fat Woman at a Tweed Ride

A friend of ours has convinced us that we need to go to the Quad Cities Tweed Ride this year. It’s lots of fun, she said. It’s super laid back, she said.

I looked at photos from the website. They’re looking pretty seriously tweed. In most cases, they’re looking pretty seriously vintage and tweed in their attire. Yes, I realize they pick out the best-looking riders for photo opportunities to show off on the website, as the roommate reminded me, but I’ve been down the vintage costume path before and what it taught me is that there is a hierarchy to acceptance based on the perceived accuracy and beauty of your attire.

The roommate will be pretty easy to outfit. She’s tall and lean and looks fabulous in menswear. We’ve already sourced tweed knickers for her and a potential source for a vintage style wool jersey that she wants anyway. A newsboy cap and kneesocks and she’ll be too gorgeously tweed.

Me? I know I don’t have much (okay, any) budget for costuming, so I need to start building from what I already have.

Turns out, a toss of the closet yielded a not horrible starting point. I have a lovely A-line midi-length charcoal wool skirt with sky blue and tan plaid that’s very classic and could work with either the 1940s or 1950s as style inspiration.

I also have a black wool jacket with denim patches on the elbow. It has a more modern menswear vibe, so I don’t normally wear it with my skirt, but I think it will work with the skirt if I add a jacket cinch clip to the back to better define the waist. It would work with knickers if I decide to try to go that route.

I can wear either my white linen shirt or my white button up blouse and the overall look will be timeless blend in. My gut says that the blouse will work better because it’s got princess seaming which will give the illusion of being more tailored and body conscious.

black wool jacket next to plaid wool skirt

It’s amazing how much dust wool picks up in the closet.

Let’s leave off for a moment that I don’t have a step through frame bike and that I’ll need to practice mounting and dismounting in a ladylike way with this skirt. We’ll get back to that because I already have to do a modified tilt mount to get on my bike in the first place because of my hip. It just doesn’t move certain ways anymore. (Thanks, arthritis!) We’re going to pretend this is all just going to work for purposes of discussion.

That leaves the matter of accessories. I think I still have a pair of black leather Isotoner gloves that I can wear. If not, I’ll put “crochet gloves” on my list of things to do. Hat or head scarf for wearing when I’m not in my helmet also needs to happen, but that’s actually pretty trivial for me to find.

Where I’m really falling down is shoes. Normally I wear knee boots with this skirt and call it a day, but if I’m going for a more vintage look (as appropriate for a Tweed Ride), a pair of spectator pumps would probably be prettiest, if a little lousy to ride in. If I can find a lightweight twinset or sweater to replace the jacket, I could easily wear my a pair of coordinating crew socks and my loafers, like this picture. That’s currently a higher probability option.

The crazy part of me says “You have yarn. Knit a fair isle vest to go over your white blouse.” I call that part of me crazy because I’ve never managed to make a sweater I like for myself. Making something like this in the timeframe I have seems crazy pants, but if I did, I’d probably want to go completely crazy pants and make a Great Horn-rimmed vest.

Alternately, I need to find shorts like this picture from Life Magazine. That’s probably not a “find” option. It’s probably a “make” option, which is its own expense. Fabric. Pattern. Muslin. Time. Time. Also, it wants a short sleeved blouse, so I’d probably have to make that, too. More time.

Otherwise, I may have to search for a pair of larger men’s charcoal tweed pants at thrift to remake into knickers. If I get lucky and find the right pants to refashion, that solves both my shoes and my “how do I mount my bike” problems. It’s my preferred option. My jacket would work. I could wear a cute cloche for a hat. It would be super comfortable. It’s also my closest to least likely to happen option. I just never get that lucky thrifting.

If I could find a proper ’49er style jacket or pattern in my size, I’d throw it all out and start from there. I’d know my beloved loafers would be exactly the right thing to wear and I’d pair it with jeans and casual gloves and a 40’s style hairdo. That’s a total pipe dream. Pendleton still makes the ’49er in my size once in a blue moon, but I’ll have better luck if I track down a pattern with similar features and make one for myself and that’s well beyond my sewing ability.

A new way to spend my money

On Monday nights I waste spend my time playing D & D with friends. We’re currently playing through the first of the Tyranny of Dragons modules, and I’m playing a gnome rogue named Ellibelli. I’m currently using a halfling rogue as my miniature at the game table, which is just fine (I guess) since D & D didn’t bother to make any gnome miniatures.

Who am I kidding? It’s annoying. All those halflings everywhere and no gnome miniatures? It’s annoying as heck.

That’s okay, though, because our GM reminded me that Hero Forge exists and that I could get a custom miniature made there. I fussed and fussed, but I did manage to make a miniature that would work as Elli. I played for quite a while to get everything exactly how I want it, including finding a dragon familiar for the miniature.

Elli doesn’t have a pet dragon. I added that to represent one of Elli’s character traits in the game. Elli’s quite the little expert on All Things Dragon. According to Elli, the reason she knows so much about All Things Dragon is because she really is a dragon. Her official character history says her grandfather actually slew a dragon, earning him the name Dragonslayer before he settled down to live the sage life.

Gnome? Where? I’m a dragon. – Ellibelli Dragonslayer, gnome rogue

The other player characters have declared that Elli is insane. Only the GM and I know the truth. It’s sure fun to play, though.

Then I spent the better part of the afternoon making builds for all my favorite characters, including one based on my City of Heroes/World of Warcraft/The Secret World/Rift character. It’s mostly City of Heroes with a touch of World of Warcraft and Rift thrown in to try to get a look that reminds me of the character I always build in online games like these.

Sometimes a girl just needs to put on a pointed hat and shoot fireballs at computer generated enemies.

I’ve got saving up for the double sized version of this model on my budgetary to do list. For now, it’s only screenshot here and a saved file out on Hero Forge. Someday it might even become a tchotchke on my desk.

I miss videogaming. It was a social activity for me. Get online. Hang with my guildies. Blow off a little steam doing daily quest or crafting. I’ve always had some degree of video game motion sickness. After I had my bout of vestibular neuronitis, my video game motion sickness got worse, to the point of games becoming nearly unplayable. It’s one of the few things that I didn’t recover at least to some degree through physical therapy.

I miss it. Really, I miss the guildies and the camaraderie and the raiding. Hugging the floor and trying not to throw up all over everything? I don’t miss that at all.

The ironic thing is that I originally got into videogaming because we couldn’t keep a group together to play D&D. Before video games, playing tabletop roleplaying games was my social outlet. Now I have a D&D group again because none of us can keep a group together to play video games. What’s old is new again.

With actually “needing” miniatures for tabletop play, I could go down a pretty deep hole here designing characters and then printing them up as we need them. As we know already, I love miniatures. I could very easily build daily life fantasy dioramas.

Anne Dooley, Piglet on my tiny imaginary farm

Sadly, the D & D Miniatures are 30 mm, which is approximately 1:60 scale and the farm is 1:24 scale because that’s the approximate scale of the Schleich farm animals. There will not be any fantasy figures visiting the farm at this time except if they’re visting the land of the giant animals.

Maybe if I save up for one of the 1:30 scale figures I can play around with what I already have. Otherwise, I’ll be searching for 1:24 scale people to turn into fantasy characters or 1:60 scale farm animals and buildings.

Bernie

I might have been the only four-year-old little girl in 1973 with a skull shaped piggie bank in her bedroom. He was life sized, glazed in bone glaze with a carefully chosen brown blended to highlight the anatomically inspired cracks and fissures that traced over his surface in a realistic way, with a coin slot in his crown and a removable plug strategically placed in the bank where the spinal column would have gone through the ceramic vertebrae. His teeth were parted as if he were trapped in an eternal laugh, and between them was emblazoned the motto: Die for the one you love.

My father made him for me because I wanted my own Bernie the Talking Skull, just like the one on the Creature Feature, which I watched with my mom every week. She indulged me, letting me stay up way too late for a child of such a tender age. I watched for the monster movies and to spend time cuddled on the couch with my mom, nibbling on cinnamon toast and drinking Cambrick which was a real treat. 

But the biggest treat was seeing Bernie and his leisure suit wearing pal, Chuck. Here was a normal guy with an interesting friend (Bernie) and they liked monsters.
I didn’t know these movies were supposed to be scary. Bernie and Chuck reminded me of the Munsters or the Addams Family: Different people in a world full of people who thought that differences were frightening. I watched the films shown on the Creature Feature totally missing the point. 

I was rooting for the monsters.

I wanted Helen to realize that she actually was Ankh-es-en-amon’s reincarnation and run off with Imhotep, or barring that, for someone love lonely Imhotep in the original Mummy. Imhotep wasn’t a bad guy, it seemed to me. He just missed his girlfriend and his old life.

I crossed my fingers for Dracula to actually find a bride and get some friends in after moving to England. Sure, he had to drink blood, but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t have as normal a life as he wanted, right? He just needed to find some girls who didn’t already have boyfriends, make some friends with some boys, and go do whatever it was that grown-ups did with their friends. Based on my parents, I assumed that was play card games, like Mille Bounes and 500, and drink cocktails.

I sat on pins and needles for the sad, nameless “Creature” of the black lagoon, hoping he might find someone who could see past his scales and gills for the person he was underneath. I thought that maybe if they talked to Creature, he would find out that humans can’t breathe under water and then he’d stop accidentally drowning them. I mean, it was obviously an acciedent. Creature seemed so sad after he did it, he couldn’t have possibly known.Plus, the guys in the movie were really mean to Creature. He was just defending his home part of the time.

I mean, some films I understood. Tarantula? Them? Yes. Those were big, bug like things that shouldn’t be tramping through cities, especially not giant spiders. Icky! But you could see a 50 foot tall ant coming and have plenty of time to call the Army People. The Blob: well, if it touched you, you became a blob, too, so that was obviously a Bad Thing ™ – though certainly not something to have nightmares about. I mean, you could easily outrun the original blob, and sometimes you could pretend the floor became lava and you had to not touch it, too, so there was plenty of practice for dealing with dangers like that.

They weren’t scary. Just movies. 

I just didn’t understand monsters that looked like people could actually be monsters. I thought, like Herman and Lily, or Gomez and Morticia, that they were just different and the other people around them were just acting meanly to them because they didn’t understand that different was just different and not bad, and that was the underlying point of both shows: the real monsters were the normal people doing normal things. 

So, I wanted a Bernie. I wanted a Bernie so I could pretend to talk my friend the skull and play monster movies, or Munsters, or Addams family. Now days, it would be very likely that I could get a T-shirt from Zazzle or Cafe Press with his image on it at the very least, but back then, there just wasn’t merchandising for a local show like Creature Feature, and wouldn’t have been a skull toy anyway, so my dad made me a ceramic skull bank . My parents both did crafty things like that, so I imagine the hardest part was finding something that looked like a skull

I didn’t understand movies like those on the Creature Feature were supposed to be scary until the children of a family friend told me that they were “scary movies” in the middle of “Atom Age Vampire.” I was 12. They were 13 and 14 respectively. I learned to put myself in the other characters, to change my perspective, jumping when the disfigured “Vampire” came hunting his victims, but to this day, in my heart, I know most of the monsters out there are just misunderstood and most of the normal people don’t know how monstrously they behave sometimes.
As for Bernie, he traveled with me to college, creeping out my first roommate, and then to my first and second apartments. He broke sometime while I was living in my second apartment, dropped carelessly to the floor while cleaning. I don’t remember if I did it, or my boyfriend at the time did. What I remember was picking up the shattered pieces and realizing that I would never find another Bernie to replace him. The mold that made him was long gone and even if I could find a bank made from the same mold, it wouldn’t be a bank glazed by my father’s hands.