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At long last the writer's block (for anything vaguely creative) has ruptured.

The covenant sheet for il Duomo is done and safely emailed off to pax_draconis.

Now, one day away for the quiz night and then on with character sheets.

Hopefully...

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At long last the writer's block (for anything vaguely creative) has ruptured.

The covenant sheet for il Duomo is done and safely emailed off to pax_draconis.

Now, one day away for the quiz night and then on with character sheets.

Hopefully...

Office Life

I know that I have had occasion to mention the lifts in our office before, but they are such a constant source of joy that I find that like a murder returning to the scene of the crime, I am compelled to return to the subject.

For the past few months, the lighting in one of the lifts has been what canm most charitably described as subdued. It has been less lift and more moving grotto for quite some time. And soothing it has been, too. A little piped music and an easy chair and you would be happy to spend the day just going up and down in somnolent raptures.

But today Office Services have finaly fixed the lighting. Today it is like getting into a five by five by eight operating room. There's not a shadow anywhere, and the polished steel-silver trim and mirrored glass reflect and intensify.

No dozing between floors now; the lift would comfortably serve as a Stasi interrogation suite. I am yet to be convinced that over exposure will not lead to a nasty dose of sunburn.

Which is a shame. Not only is it less restful than previously, but it really screws over your night vision which you need to navigate the second floor corridor where the light bulbs have yet to be replaced.

Office Life

I know that I have had occasion to mention the lifts in our office before, but they are such a constant source of joy that I find that like a murder returning to the scene of the crime, I am compelled to return to the subject.

For the past few months, the lighting in one of the lifts has been what canm most charitably described as subdued. It has been less lift and more moving grotto for quite some time. And soothing it has been, too. A little piped music and an easy chair and you would be happy to spend the day just going up and down in somnolent raptures.

But today Office Services have finaly fixed the lighting. Today it is like getting into a five by five by eight operating room. There's not a shadow anywhere, and the polished steel-silver trim and mirrored glass reflect and intensify.

No dozing between floors now; the lift would comfortably serve as a Stasi interrogation suite. I am yet to be convinced that over exposure will not lead to a nasty dose of sunburn.

Which is a shame. Not only is it less restful than previously, but it really screws over your night vision which you need to navigate the second floor corridor where the light bulbs have yet to be replaced.

The moment has been prepared for:

I see from today's Times that this gentleman is 70 today:

The moment has been prepared for:

I see from today's Times that this gentleman is 70 today:

Warning: May contain nuts

Well, I got in late because of work. Missed the quiz - luckily only a friendly, so not important (as important as things get, anyway), but it did involve letting the rest of the team down. Grumble. I fancied a pint or five too.

Never mind.

Happily I had the presence of mind this morning to set the video for SG-1 on Sky, so I watched that an hour late. Good episode. And my, my, but isn't Major Carter built when she gets to wear an evening gown? There's some serious stackage going on there which is but hinted at by her habitual US air force camos...

Down, boy.

After calming down a little, I rattled out an entire page of the Archmage Remigius character sheet for NWO 5. Considering the amount of thought I've given to this character over the past months, he is dictating a different view of himself to me. It will be interesting tomorrow night, if he continues in the same vein. Isn't character development a wonderful thing? No, really, I mean it.

I could write a little more tonight, but frankly I'm too tired. Rattling off LJ doesn't require the same effort: it's much like talking out loud (except for the mechanics of typing, obviously!) whereas writing a character sheet is a combination of creation and dictation - occasionally you have to contradict the character because he's adding his own, incorrect, gloss to his memories.

Christ, that sounds pretentious, doesn't it? But trust me, if you've ever written one of these character sheets, there are just times when the character may as well be recounting his memories to you, so when you know better, you just have to set him straight.

Old Remigius is clearly in a contemplative mood tonight. Tomorrow he'll most probably have snapped out of it and the customary determination will be back.

And yes, I am aware that this makes me sound like a basket case.

Sue me.

Warning: May contain nuts

Well, I got in late because of work. Missed the quiz - luckily only a friendly, so not important (as important as things get, anyway), but it did involve letting the rest of the team down. Grumble. I fancied a pint or five too.

Never mind.

Happily I had the presence of mind this morning to set the video for SG-1 on Sky, so I watched that an hour late. Good episode. And my, my, but isn't Major Carter built when she gets to wear an evening gown? There's some serious stackage going on there which is but hinted at by her habitual US air force camos...

Down, boy.

After calming down a little, I rattled out an entire page of the Archmage Remigius character sheet for NWO 5. Considering the amount of thought I've given to this character over the past months, he is dictating a different view of himself to me. It will be interesting tomorrow night, if he continues in the same vein. Isn't character development a wonderful thing? No, really, I mean it.

I could write a little more tonight, but frankly I'm too tired. Rattling off LJ doesn't require the same effort: it's much like talking out loud (except for the mechanics of typing, obviously!) whereas writing a character sheet is a combination of creation and dictation - occasionally you have to contradict the character because he's adding his own, incorrect, gloss to his memories.

Christ, that sounds pretentious, doesn't it? But trust me, if you've ever written one of these character sheets, there are just times when the character may as well be recounting his memories to you, so when you know better, you just have to set him straight.

Old Remigius is clearly in a contemplative mood tonight. Tomorrow he'll most probably have snapped out of it and the customary determination will be back.

And yes, I am aware that this makes me sound like a basket case.

Sue me.