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  1. My name's Marvin. I shot some kind of sketchy, low-budget movies in the 80s under the stage name of Richard Roeper (not to be confused with the film critic of the same name), and it was while performing in a supporting role in a fantasy film called Arwen and the Tenth Nazgûl that I truly discovered the joys of roleplay. To make a long story short: In the opening scene, Arwen the elf maiden is held hostage and forced into a game of Shadowrun by the Nazgûl, and Arwen ultimately is forced to roll a ten-sided dice to determine her fate during the first portion of the movie. But while shooting that scene over three days--I was playing the part of the sixth Nazgul, had a few lines in a later scene--the crew, who were a bunch of D&D enthusiasts, got us into an actual game. I played a orc street samurai and was immediately hooked. We played every night for weeks. After that, though,it was hard to find people with whom to play, so I lost out of the scene. I moved over to doing a lot of work for music videos and, sadly, commercials all up and down the Pacific coast. Fast-forward a few years. I'd been working out of Seattle, and things were pretty good in the indie film scene. Lot of optimism, so much freshness, but by the summer of '94 Cobain had killed himself and things were really looking down. I was pretty lost. I turned to drugs for a while, and I think I was headed down that same cold, lonely road as that fabled musician, but by chance I was hired to shoot a promo video for a local gaming store. The shoot was at the store, and while I was there I met these great guys named Chris Watson and Douglass Coltrane. They were really big into the scene--and later became somewhat famous early adopters of Magic: The Gathering--and they turned me onto D&D. They were actually involved in a polyamorous relationship with this woman named Martha Conners--those familiar with Portland's late-90s alternative knitting scene might be familiar with her work--and she got me into painting miniatures. She was the DM of the group, and she really was determined to have a miniature for every situation. She was a very inspiring lady. Unfortunately I drifted away from gaming again in the early 00s when I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder. They actually thought it was AIDS-related at first, and, well, let me tell you. Those were scary times. I went a bit off the deep end, got involved in the occult and, oddly, writing. I decided to go back to college, did an MFA program, got out, and then, of all things, went to work on my estranged family's farm. Only in the last few years have I found my way back to gaming. Got my health in order, married a lady, have a couple kids and another on the way. I found the handful of miniatures I'd packed away in an old Rubbermaid container, started playing around with them and painting, found this site, and the rest is history. It's been a long, strange journey.
  2. Went to see my buddy last night, and he decided he wanted to eat at this food truck in front a little brewery right on the river, so I wound up standing at a six-inch bar in a tiny, crowded room with no air conditioning and eating a brisket sandwich and Cajun fries that all burned my face with its pepperiness wherever it contacted my skin. Pretty sure I'm still damp. And stinking of brisket. I miss the West every day.
  3. I found the formula, but it isn't particularly pretty. 1 part Jim Beam Black + 2 parts Coca-Cola + Toadies' Rubberneck + Spelljammer + Alex Jones + midnight == most of a poem My dad's a big L'Amour fan. He's read them all, I reckon, though the westerns are all in which he's particularly interested. He complains frequently that other western writers have such a hard time, apparently, learning from him. I was always a Sackett fan.
  4. Tweet kinda disturbs me.
  5. Watchmen was well done. I actually thought the movie's ending was a lot less goofy than the comic's and worked a lot better for the format. Finally watched Full Metal Jacket. Think I might've liked it better than the other war movies with which it's always lumped. Probably could've used a third act tho.
  6. It's a Captain Beefheart sort of evening.
  7. I liked the first few Jhereg books okay. Best fantasy I discovered when went looking last year was by far and away Glen Cook's Black Company series. A little dark, but not oppressively so. I thought. But maybe my heart's a little black. If you're into a sci-fi/fantasy vibe Gene Wolfe's Book of the New Sun books are delightful.
  8. Fair warning was offered lulz. First season of Legend of the Seeker tho, for realz. Fun adaptation.
  9. Sarah Carson's Buick City. Fantastic collection, mostly of prose poems, centered around grinding out life in the rusting hulk of the industrialized Midwest. Kind of narrative, kind of confessional. Kevin Canty's The Underworld. Captivating story of the people of a small Idaho town touched by the tragedy of a silver-mine fire in the 1970s. Great characters, wonderful setting, deft writing. Great in the way all Canty's work is great. Probably fair to say it feels somewhat incomplete--some things, relationships and subplots, wrap up, or at least cut off, a little too neatly and/or too soon. There's a certain amount of room this narrative could've, and I'd say should've, spread further. All the pieces are there, the beginning and (most of the) end and so on, but there's a certain fullness missing. Feels like a good hundred pages shy of where it needs to be. The novel that sprang to mind as a point of comparison for me was Empire Falls. This'd still be a very different sort of story, of course, but I think he missed his chance here at his perfect take on that sort of sprawling small-town novel. Christine Sneed's Portraits of a Few of the People I've Made Cry. Nice collection of stories mostly following young, professional, vaguely artistically inclined women through spaces in and around love and sex and work and memory. Little stiff at times, but some really enjoyable prose that kind of sneaks up on you. Allie Marini's Southern Cryptozoology. Fun chapbook chronicling, and putting into a sort of personalized context, legendary local creatures around the South. Denis Johnson's The Name of the World. I's pretty bummed out about his passing, and I decided to pull this out and finally read it. I've kind of been giving the back half of his catalogue a skip for a decade now, for no good reason really. This novella follows a middle-age professor coming to the end of his time in a temporary position several years after the loss of his wife and daughter. He begins to reconnect with the world. Sort of turns into a turning-on-its-head of the professor-lusts-for-student novel, and it's interesting enough insofar as that goes. This isn't Johnson's best work; it's kind of slow getting going, the narrator's a bit flat, and the narrative thread that holds it all together is pretty loose. Buried inside it is a lot of great prose, though, and what feels like a couple fantastic short stories (the last third of the book is stellar). I found it worth the read.
  10. I vacuumed two small dogs out of my carpets today. I've also been letting the Aussie sleep loose at night, which means I have eighty pounds of dog on the bed at some points. Experiencing some trouble keeping the sheet and blanket loose.
  11. Hot holy damn. Probably the best comic-book movie that's been made. By far and away the best Marvel movie. Both story and filming absolutely reek of competence and clear vision. Compares favorably to Nolan's first 1.8 Batman movies--as good a closer as Begins was an opener. Hate we had to wait so long to get an X-Men movie like this. They don't need to be this dark or gritty or final, but they should be this well made.
  12. Finally watched this. Not as bad as everyone made out, but every bit as dull as they said. Terribly mishandled. Action was all right, and the big chase scene was pretty good. Otherwise--meh. Hope they make a (better-executed) sequel tho.
  13. Holy broccoli, the lemon Oreos are the shiz.
  14. Fulfilling

    My box got tagged, btw, for those playing along at home. That's nice, hi to y'all too. And then there's Takhisn't (yes, I know, I should stop insisting on calling her that). Not the piece about which I's most excited, but talk about huge and impressive. The box was so big I had to unload her and see. She's big as a broccoliin' chicken. Like, literally a small domesticated bird. If she laid a damn egg I'd not even blink. (lol @ my dirty floors)
  15. Fulfilling

    I really don't know where to begin.I got too much. Opened the box and it's just little baggies of miniatures all the way to the brim. First wow moment: Froghemoth is sooooo biiiig. Bigly big.