Never let people plot when you ain't there...
Monday, February 3rd, 2003 11:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I arrive home to find that
pax_draconis has been using his time to discuss plotlines with people (ie Pete) again. Is he a member of this benighted community?
In itself a bad thing, I'll warrant, but it does mean that I now have to read the pages so deftly e-mailed to me and commit them to memory. And we know what my memory's like, do we not, gentle reader?
Non bleeding existent is what. Well, not entirely true but it is easier to remember stuff I've nattered about. Reading goes in one eye and out the other (upside - matchboxes are never boring).
Still, despite not daring to go near coffee in case tonight ends up like last, I shall read, digest and think upon their musings. Maybe even add a line or two of my own.
Oh, you lucky, lucky players. Each and everyone like a rabbit in the headlights. Right up to the moment when as a gestalt entity you generate your own plotlines out of the blue and we have to wing it during the event.
Gad. Why do I let myself in for this stuff?
Ah, yes, I remember now.
I'm an idiot.
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In itself a bad thing, I'll warrant, but it does mean that I now have to read the pages so deftly e-mailed to me and commit them to memory. And we know what my memory's like, do we not, gentle reader?
Non bleeding existent is what. Well, not entirely true but it is easier to remember stuff I've nattered about. Reading goes in one eye and out the other (upside - matchboxes are never boring).
Still, despite not daring to go near coffee in case tonight ends up like last, I shall read, digest and think upon their musings. Maybe even add a line or two of my own.
Oh, you lucky, lucky players. Each and everyone like a rabbit in the headlights. Right up to the moment when as a gestalt entity you generate your own plotlines out of the blue and we have to wing it during the event.
Gad. Why do I let myself in for this stuff?
Ah, yes, I remember now.
I'm an idiot.