Also Josh said I’m not allowed :I
I said what now?
Also Josh said I’m not allowed :I
I said what now?
Shameless plugs time: the next Intercon will be Intercon N, whose website is here, and you should come to our LARP con, provided you can do things next spring in Massachusetts. Also, if you’d like to bid a game, you are hereby encouraged to do so immediately. In the event that you are willing to consider volunteering at Noir, our crew will be looking for a few members. (Last link is a humorous fandom reference that autoplays sound.)
Yes. Actually, volunteering is a great way for new people to come to the con. If you’re sure you want to show up and sign up for a game in every slot, then great, go ahead and do so and I hope you have a blast. (Or if you want to sign up for games in some slots and then hang out in the consuite/leave the hotel/sit in your room and do homework/anything else the rest of the time, that’s also great.) But if you think you might enjoy the con but a full weekend of LARPs sounds overwhelming to you, you can sign up to volunteer for a few shifts and then sign up for 1 or more games at your leisure. That way, you get to play in some games, and you also get to meet all the people you’re volunteering with, some of whom will know a lot about how the con works and will be able to answer any questions you have. We love new volunteers, and we’re all friendly people.
These are rules for the game Mafia, which is a simple little game about loyalty and conflict that involves rather a lot of death. There are a lot of slightly different versions of the rules, this version is derived from the version used by LARPers at Brandeis University, but not written by an actual Brandeisian.
When I have played this at Brandeis, there tend to be many more optional roles; I can try and compile a list if you want. Also, the lovers are usually not assigned randomly but are chosen in secret before game starts by another villager called the Cupid. This does in fact mean that they can be other things as well as lovers. There was that one game where I was a lover and a warrior, so when my love was killed by werewolves, I killed myself and took someone with me. That was fun and wacky. Also this means that sometimes one of the lovers is a werewolf/gangster, which sets up some really interesting potential betrayals.
So for those of you who don’t know, I am currently cataloging 18th and 19th century ships’ logs at the Phillips Library at the Peabody Essex Museum.
Also for those of you who don’t know, a standard ship’s log is very standardized. For each day, you’ll have a chart with wind direction and speed and latitude and longitude, some comments about the weather (“Day opens cloudy, with no wind. Middle part scorchingly hot.”), and maybe a list of other ships they saw. (There are plenty of logs that also have other stuff, but those few things are the entirety of most ships’ logs in our collection.)
Today I was cataloging a very standard log that didn’t seem to deviate from that formula at all. Until I came across, in the middle of what was otherwise an ordinary month, the following:
At 6 pm was visited by Neptune, who, after performing the usual rites on three of his sons, admitted them into the fraternity.
I was confused, but then a few minutes of googling led me to the Wikipedia article on line-crossing ceremonies. I get paid to look stuff like that up.
the first time you crack my spine, you will be too young for me. lent and spent, dogeared, i will weather your sticky-fingered touch with the bad grace of library books everywhere, handled without care for years without end and plastic-coated, built to withstand the worst of humanity. you will throw me in your backpack and the next time i see the light of day will be at a double-header baseball game, patchwork men yelling peanuts in the distance and your brothers shouting for home. you will hide me in the folds of your oversized sweatshirt and callously drip mustard from your corn dog onto my twelfth page, and i will feel it smear and stick against my thirteenth and hate you, hate you, hate you. i will twist my language to obscurities that your youthful eyes will find obscene; i will press my letters together until you are forced to squint against the sinking sun; i will slice open the pad of your index finger once, twice, and nevermind the blood.
you will return me, abandon me, forget me. i will have known
when you find me again, adulthood will not yet be yours, but you will be a far cry from childhood; you will tuck me carefully beneath your arm and walk me through the library doors yourself. when you crack my spine, you will let one bitten nail drag lightly down my pages, and your touch will be soft enough that i will forgive you the child you once were. you will be the first person in half a decade to take the time to unstick my twelfth and thirteenth pages, and when you see the caked, yellowed stain there you will laugh, wondering, as though you know it was you that left it. as though you remember me. i will open for you, this time, as i refused when we first met, showing you all that i can bear to this early—you are young yet, untrusted, and i will not reveal to you nuances scholars have missed. still, it will be enough, and you will keep me hidden under your duvet until well into the night, a flashlight caught between your cheek and shoulder so you can see every inch of me, even in darkness.
lent and spent a thousand times over, and no reader will ever have seen me
as you shall.
Someday I wanna have thanksgiving at my house. I don’t ever know enough people to do that but I would love that shit. It’s sad that thanksgiving is a holiday about making huge plans for tons of food and feeding it to all your favorite people and all I do is bum off my family. I would enjoy doing dinner a lot more than my mom.
I would go to Thanksgiving at your house!
You do not need lots of people. I once attended a Thanksgiving where there were four of us.
Facebook: I’m having lunch
LinkedIn: I’m an expert in eating my lunch
Foursquare: I’m having lunch here!
Youtube: Watch me eat my lunch
Instagram: Look at what im eating in vintage
Tumblr: i SHIP ME & MY FOOD SO HARD OMFG
I’d ask why LiveJournal wasn’t on the list, except I know that if it was, the post would be six screens long and include an embedded poll asking what I should have four lunch, a comment thread in which someone called someone else a Nazi, and at least one interruption for some Russian spam.