Life Is Not Purgatory
Saturday, August 06, 2005
The Morning(?) After
I am so very tired… I had to pull off to the side of the road twice for catnaps in order to make it back to Kananaskis, but I survived and made it back in once piece, and I didn’t even nod off – although I’m very certain it was close. I am sooo tired.
The game was amazing! I cannot even imagine how disappointed I would have been to miss what I think was the best game overall in either of the chronicles. I was in awe of Diana’s performance pleading, not for her life but for the life of her newly-sired childe. Julien’s exit while sooner than we anticipated in the evening, was all that I could have hoped for. While Clarisse brief but moist-eyed eulogy for Julien brought some moisture to my own. It is my sincere hope that Julien and Diana are satisfied with the quality of their exit… I know I couldn’t hope for any better.
It is days like yesterday; games that are awe-inspiring, picturesque, and emotionally wrenching that really make being an organizer satisfying and make up for the personality conflicts, the arguments, and the other petty dramas that really make us dread what we do for ‘fun’ some days.
All-in-all, I’m looking forward to this last turn and the last game, and also looking forward to the respite of not having turns to do for the next few months. I think Dave, Anne and I could use the break.
However, it brings up an interesting set of questions to consider if P3 does get past the initial, ‘perhaps we should finish the trilogy’ stage of discussion. P1 was the brain child of both Dave and I – we both worked it developed it and told the story in tandem. P2 was more Dave and less me – part of that was work stress, followed by unemployment stress, followed by lack of money stress, followed by not being with 300km of Edmonton. I have to wonder whether I’ll be able to even remotely be on the same field as Dave – when more than once I’ve felt like second fiddle. So could I play? I’m not certain… I know Dave very well, and He knows me… the reason this works so well is that for the most part we have very similar styles and our differences compliment each others weakness’. Would I just narrate? I’m not certain Dave would appreciate a Narrator say arguing with him as much as I do, and I’m not certain I would enjoy actually /being/ second fiddle. People can think what they want – I know that many people consider it far more his game than mine – and I don’t care… because I know that when Dave and I talk we both have equal input… the perceptions of other don’t really matter.
Gah… I think I should just focus on the endgame… enjoy the break and burn P3’s bridge when we come to it.
Oh! Speaking of bridges, I got to have an interesting conversation with my former other half last night. I know who she’s interested in and kind of ‘seeing’ and I gave her my blessing. Heck, I knew who her affections were turning towards before we ended it. But I like him… he’s a good guy – and I told him and her that I wish them both well although it’s tinged a little green but I’m working on that. My own efforts to enter the dating scene while out here have resulted in a resounding failure… it’s tough enough for me to take the plunge when 1/3 of my eligible candidates aren’t ruled out because they report to me in a direct or indirect fashion.
To quote Dave, “Le Sigh”
I am so very tired… I had to pull off to the side of the road twice for catnaps in order to make it back to Kananaskis, but I survived and made it back in once piece, and I didn’t even nod off – although I’m very certain it was close. I am sooo tired.
The game was amazing! I cannot even imagine how disappointed I would have been to miss what I think was the best game overall in either of the chronicles. I was in awe of Diana’s performance pleading, not for her life but for the life of her newly-sired childe. Julien’s exit while sooner than we anticipated in the evening, was all that I could have hoped for. While Clarisse brief but moist-eyed eulogy for Julien brought some moisture to my own. It is my sincere hope that Julien and Diana are satisfied with the quality of their exit… I know I couldn’t hope for any better.
It is days like yesterday; games that are awe-inspiring, picturesque, and emotionally wrenching that really make being an organizer satisfying and make up for the personality conflicts, the arguments, and the other petty dramas that really make us dread what we do for ‘fun’ some days.
All-in-all, I’m looking forward to this last turn and the last game, and also looking forward to the respite of not having turns to do for the next few months. I think Dave, Anne and I could use the break.
However, it brings up an interesting set of questions to consider if P3 does get past the initial, ‘perhaps we should finish the trilogy’ stage of discussion. P1 was the brain child of both Dave and I – we both worked it developed it and told the story in tandem. P2 was more Dave and less me – part of that was work stress, followed by unemployment stress, followed by lack of money stress, followed by not being with 300km of Edmonton. I have to wonder whether I’ll be able to even remotely be on the same field as Dave – when more than once I’ve felt like second fiddle. So could I play? I’m not certain… I know Dave very well, and He knows me… the reason this works so well is that for the most part we have very similar styles and our differences compliment each others weakness’. Would I just narrate? I’m not certain Dave would appreciate a Narrator say arguing with him as much as I do, and I’m not certain I would enjoy actually /being/ second fiddle. People can think what they want – I know that many people consider it far more his game than mine – and I don’t care… because I know that when Dave and I talk we both have equal input… the perceptions of other don’t really matter.
Gah… I think I should just focus on the endgame… enjoy the break and burn P3’s bridge when we come to it.
Oh! Speaking of bridges, I got to have an interesting conversation with my former other half last night. I know who she’s interested in and kind of ‘seeing’ and I gave her my blessing. Heck, I knew who her affections were turning towards before we ended it. But I like him… he’s a good guy – and I told him and her that I wish them both well although it’s tinged a little green but I’m working on that. My own efforts to enter the dating scene while out here have resulted in a resounding failure… it’s tough enough for me to take the plunge when 1/3 of my eligible candidates aren’t ruled out because they report to me in a direct or indirect fashion.
To quote Dave, “Le Sigh”
