A very good weekend
Mar. 25th, 2007 07:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabineSo since I have this shiny new laptop, Downwood bought me Heroes V. It's just as addictive as Heroes III, a game I cherish for many reasons, and it's awfully pretty. I'm now working my way through the demon campaign and I have to say that the evil giggle of the succubi upon throwing chain fireballs at the enemy is very cute. I would go so far as to say that I'm relatively hooked on this game, though I can quit any time I want.
In between missions, I've been trying to clean my house a little. Really, I should have done this before Val came to visit and apartment hunt last week, but it's only now that I have the time and motivation. Rain's not too thrilled with having all of her bedding washed and I can guarantee that she's going to have major problems with it when I start vacuuming. I'm slowly making our home look like responsible adults live here instead of slacker gamers.
The bowls of dice on the end tables can stay, though. So can the D&D books in the dining room.
Speaking of gaming and dining room, Downwood's been making me a dungeon. It's really damn spiffy. About 1/4-1/3 of it is done and it takes up about half our dining room table. When the whole thing is constructed, we're going to have to use the Gaming Table of Doom in the basement if we want to use every piece.
I've started planning the Ultimate Dungeon Mega-Crawl of Doomity Doom that I'll run when it's all assembled and painted. I figure I've got plenty of time to work out the details. As part of this planning, I've started to pick up some scary monsters and other bad guys to pit against my players. I spent most of last evening filing, smashing bricks for scenery, and gluing minis together. When I went to bed, I had silver coats of dried super glue and pewter dust on both thumbs and index fingers.
We made a quick trip up to the game store so that I could pick up a book that I ordered. Before we left, I grabbed a couple of my favorite minis from the cabinet. I showed them to the owner-boss and she put them straight into the display case on the counter!! I saved my flailing and Uber-Squee for the car. I used the elation from that as drive to finish a mini that I've been stalled on for a couple weeks. She turned out pretty darn good, but I won't know how good until I've photographed her. It will make sense eventually, I promise.
The dog is finally sacked out on her bed. She was very confused with the clean-smelling cover and blanket on it and that it got up almost 80 degrees today. (80! In March!) She kept following me around, leaning against me, putting her head under my arm when I was painting, and panting up a storm. And since she has the brain of a goldfish, she wouldn't drink water or lay down in front of the fan. Dingbat dog.
Downwood suggested that we go to the dog park and let her run around for a while. While we were there, we heard her growl and bark more than in the entire time we've had her. There was a very aggressive little lab mix that got in her face and she stood her ground, put her head down, and barked at him. The useless owners of the other dog were trying to call him over from across the park but otherwise did nothing to corral him. We did a lap and she went over to the gate to tell us that she was done and could we please go home now? We got home and she got a bath to get all the mud off of her. But since then she's gotten bits of potato and grilled pork and some chicken jerky treats and lots and lots of pettins. Her new collars are simply stunning and she's back to being our couch potato greyhound.
All in all, I'd say this has been a splendid weekend. I really liked today.
In between missions, I've been trying to clean my house a little. Really, I should have done this before Val came to visit and apartment hunt last week, but it's only now that I have the time and motivation. Rain's not too thrilled with having all of her bedding washed and I can guarantee that she's going to have major problems with it when I start vacuuming. I'm slowly making our home look like responsible adults live here instead of slacker gamers.
The bowls of dice on the end tables can stay, though. So can the D&D books in the dining room.
Speaking of gaming and dining room, Downwood's been making me a dungeon. It's really damn spiffy. About 1/4-1/3 of it is done and it takes up about half our dining room table. When the whole thing is constructed, we're going to have to use the Gaming Table of Doom in the basement if we want to use every piece.
I've started planning the Ultimate Dungeon Mega-Crawl of Doomity Doom that I'll run when it's all assembled and painted. I figure I've got plenty of time to work out the details. As part of this planning, I've started to pick up some scary monsters and other bad guys to pit against my players. I spent most of last evening filing, smashing bricks for scenery, and gluing minis together. When I went to bed, I had silver coats of dried super glue and pewter dust on both thumbs and index fingers.
We made a quick trip up to the game store so that I could pick up a book that I ordered. Before we left, I grabbed a couple of my favorite minis from the cabinet. I showed them to the owner-boss and she put them straight into the display case on the counter!! I saved my flailing and Uber-Squee for the car. I used the elation from that as drive to finish a mini that I've been stalled on for a couple weeks. She turned out pretty darn good, but I won't know how good until I've photographed her. It will make sense eventually, I promise.
The dog is finally sacked out on her bed. She was very confused with the clean-smelling cover and blanket on it and that it got up almost 80 degrees today. (80! In March!) She kept following me around, leaning against me, putting her head under my arm when I was painting, and panting up a storm. And since she has the brain of a goldfish, she wouldn't drink water or lay down in front of the fan. Dingbat dog.
Downwood suggested that we go to the dog park and let her run around for a while. While we were there, we heard her growl and bark more than in the entire time we've had her. There was a very aggressive little lab mix that got in her face and she stood her ground, put her head down, and barked at him. The useless owners of the other dog were trying to call him over from across the park but otherwise did nothing to corral him. We did a lap and she went over to the gate to tell us that she was done and could we please go home now? We got home and she got a bath to get all the mud off of her. But since then she's gotten bits of potato and grilled pork and some chicken jerky treats and lots and lots of pettins. Her new collars are simply stunning and she's back to being our couch potato greyhound.
All in all, I'd say this has been a splendid weekend. I really liked today.
