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As some of you might have run across over the past few days, I've been pondering a Call of Cthulhu campaign set in the late 1970's New York City. It started with this....

Creole Lady Cthulhu )

And that spiraled into this story, which while not hitting Lovecraft's existential horror or madness, still would provide a fund prop to get characters in the story involved in the plot. Like, if Daniel somehow gets a copy of it and seeks out the characters. Or if the characters find the hidden temple and read it.

Let me also preface this by stating I don't endorse drug use anymore than I endorse following Elder Gods into long forgotten blasphemous temples.

Anyway:

Cthulhu comes on down to the 54 )
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I've talked about it on here before, years and years ago (and I ain't digging through tags to find it) but tonight, we return to the topic of a project I participated in back in the Summer of 1992.

To preface this, a musical I had never heard of was major topic of conversation at camp, one City of Angels.

Anyway, the camp I was at was a Governor's Institute on Creativity in Northeastern Ohio at Ashland University. Three sections, that I believe were divided into smaller sections (musical theatre, writing, and visual art). I of course was in the Musical theatre section. Our group wrote a musical that was sort of Walter Mitty, wherein Owen sat in a restaurant fantasizing about a woman in the restaurant. Due to some confusion, mainly due to conversation on the above musical, we ended up having Owen in contemporary time, with his fantasies being him a a 30's Private Dick. The girl became a moll, her boyfriend the boss....

Anyway, because of that, I can add a few things to my resume under the heading "Things I enjoyed doing, but haven't done since." Namely, I actually composed a song and the accompaniment, helped write the script, helped choreograph parts of it, and handled most of the props and set design. The latter two were things I really enjoyed above all else, and once the desire to be an actor fizzled, they became one of my dreams. Problem being, much like other dreams, they never really came to fruition, as my life took some very different turns along the way.

And now, I find Ohio State is putting on City of Angels this weekend, and the tickets are in my price range, even if mom is going to end up buying them as my birthday present.

That dream never died, it seems. Finding out that a musical I've wanted to see for a while is being presented someplace where I can see it reawakened that long ago goal that still remains pretty untenable. I mean, yeah, I could probably volunteer with some of the local groups, but I'm really lacking at the construction aspect. Also, I have no artistic talent when it comes to drawing.

On a totally unrelated note, I got to see the stage version of The Lion King last month. The show was fabulous, although it took a while to adjust to the amount of puppetry it involved to portray the animals of the savannah. Also, there's nothing like having a giant rhino walk down the aisle right next to you, or having a hyena hiss at mom as they processed down for "Be Prepared". One of the best jokes came at the start of the second act, when Zazu, who in the movie follows up "Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen" with "It's a Small World", instead followed it with the chorus of Frozen's "Let It Go". It brought down the house.
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This was odd. I had the idea, and I couldn't quite get the shape I saw when I got the seed.

Fun with the Persephone myth )

Notice:

Jun. 12th, 2014 07:30 pm
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I wound up cleaning my friend list on here.

Admittedly, most of these were deleted accounts. And a few were suspicious, given a friends only post I made wound up in the hands of two people I have no desire to talk with ever again. As such, the leak was either here or G+, so both lists have been trimmed a bit.

If I unjustly defriended you, and you want back on, please comment here. Not like LJ is exactly alive any more, but I'm still here lurking sometimes.

*sighs*

Jan. 8th, 2014 01:27 pm
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Well, a friend of mine writes a psychology blog, and his post today struck an old nerve with me.

See, I remember studying the Dysfunctional Family model back at Teen Institute, except we had the heads of household included. You know, Addict and Co-dependent. At larger events, we'd expand out the model to include the larger community in it's relations to the core family. Things like the judge sentencing the scapegoat to jail time, or myself and my friend Tammy as neighbors going to each kid and going "Here's a cookie! Your daddy's just sleeping!"

In truth, growing up with my mom, who displayed most of the symptoms of co-dependency (I think the addict in the model would be my hated uncle), I usually got stuck in the role of Mascot or Lost child. Yeah, I scapegoated a few times, and occasionally played the hero, but most of my role growing up was either staying the fuck out of sight or using humor to try to defuse the situations as the arose.

This has largely carried over into my adult life. I mean yes, I have a temper and am quite capable of asserting myself when pushed too far, but for the most part, I either hide or try to make a joke about things when shit gets rough. So many actions of my adult life have been attempts to deflect focus off of myself.

Anyway, enough about me. Off to shower.

*static*

Nov. 8th, 2013 09:37 pm
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So, I haven't updated in a while, mainly due to lack of much of anything to say.

I find my tongue is getting sharper as the weather cools and the business begins the march towards the Holidays.

I find my anger is getting misdirected and leaking out at bad times.

So, yeah, hello Winter.
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Just very frustrated with work and everything else going on.
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The other day, I ran across this site, which ended up royally pissing me off.

Let me start by stating I had my Eagle Court of Honor on October 16th, 1992. I also had my first voluntary sexual experiences with a member of my troop, and my troop's Senior Patrol Leader was the one who taught many of us how to masturbate. I was not the only one who had a cock in one of my orifices at an event, nor was I the only one to shove my dick in someone else's orifice at an event. This was not limited to my troop, nor my council.

Most of the adult leaders at one point or another let slip some of the much more flagrent violations of policy in their youth. (Admittedly, most of those were drug/alcohol related, but still...) I still recall the cannabis plants growing in the Staff area at my Council's big summer camp.

They found one pedophile while I was still in Scouts. He was married with children. And he masturbated a kid in a wheelchair.

So why am I ranting about this shit now? National's policy and most of the commentary against changing the policy completely ignore the reality on the ground. And a good majority of the current regulations, for that matter. Because if we pretend that no sex ever happens, then BSA should cut the entire requirements added since I left the program about avoiding sexual predators. Because involuntary sex still involves the dirty dangly parts. BSA would also need to appoint morality monitors to follow around all Scouts and make sure nothing at all related to sex issues forth from a Scout or Adult Leader during any Scouting event. (And give we're discussing 12-18 year old boys, I wish them really good luck with that.)

You can't stop reality from intruding on ideological bullshit that only seems to exist in the warped dreamscape of National Council, which in turn is allegedly being held hostage by certain Evangelical, Mormon, and Catholic interests. What you can do is start figuring out how best to address the reality, and maybe, just maybe work on a better narrative that becomes much more inclusive and can better apply the values I was taught in Boy Scouts. Because half of what I was taught revolved around leadership, and the other half revolved around learning to make decisions for myself based on the best information presented. Plus a bunch of outdoor skills that still get practiced. Maybe not so much Metal Craft, but the point remains.

I hate seeing an organization I loved one upon a time start falling apart because it can't adapt to circumstances that no longer want to remain hidden in a closet with other skeletons just to appease an increasingly brittle ideology that has never been based in reality.

YAY!

Mar. 18th, 2013 09:08 pm
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Ok, thanks to the magic of the interwebz, I now have bus tickets to Cleveland and back, and train tickets to Erie, Albany, and back to Cleveland arranged.

I'm kind of scared actually. Been a while since I traveled alone. Even knowing I have friends at every stop along the way, the voyage will be me by myself. (When did this turn into a metaphor?)

Anyway, yeah, going to go visit friends in April. It will do me good to get away for a while.

That, and I assume the voyage will be scenic. And trains must be more comfortable than buses. Because the bus is the suck.
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This will hopefully fulfill two goals in two different things with a few tweaks. Anyway, need feedback and suggestions, comments and concerns...

opening the box )
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This turned out a bit longer than what I anticipated. It turned out well, though, at least I think so.

you may want a hankie handie. )

Oh G-d.

Aug. 5th, 2012 10:43 pm
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Olympian slash fic )

Where the hell did that come from?
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I was on my way to break when a customer asked me where we keep the deer urine.
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Silent Night, Deadly Night
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Tradition holds watching Disney's Beauty and the Beast on New Year's Eve brings luck among my household.
gangrel_pri: (domo-kun)
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Cialis.

Blagh

May. 2nd, 2011 02:49 pm
gangrel_pri: (bathynomus giganteus)
For those of you on FB and twitter, (I have 7 twitter followers, and I don't know if any of em are on here), I started an event on FB called Social Network Like It's the End of the World. Basically, the idea is to get everyone I can to blog, tweet, and status update the zombie apocalypse, whether as a survivor, leader of their own zombie army, or as a zombie. (Thus my comment a few days back, What Would Zombies Tweet?")

The date it set for June 15, 2011, which should be enough lead time to get word spread around. It's not to raise awareness for anything, I won't be charging money to participate (so there's no ulterior profit motive), I just want a day of fun and some creative Social Network RP.

If you're interested, the link above goes to the event page, and I did set up a fan site on FB for the event. Also, if you know of anyone who might be interested in participating, please pass on the links as well.
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Bob. ("You can't name a planet Bob!")
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You will need:
1 pound of bacon
1 packet of Ranch Dressing powder
4 8oz pkgs of cream cheese
1 8-12 oz pkg shredded cheese (use whatever you like, I used sharp cheddar)

Put the bacon on a cookie sheet (or sheets) and bake it in the oven til crispy. Unwrap the cream cheese and put it in a bowl to soften (I set it on the counter next to my oven while the bacon is cooking to aid in the softening process). When the cream cheese is soft, add the ranch powder and mix very well (stand mixers are REAL handy for this part). Add crumbled bacon and shredded cheese. Shape into a ball and roll in shredded cheese or serve as a spread from a dish with crackers or just stick your face in the bowl and snarf.
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I saw bits and pieces of this on the news. Then I came home wand watched the full thing and laughed my ass off. So Happy Hanukkah everyone:)

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