July 7, 2005

And, suddenly, rain. Big, solid rain. The kind of rain you rarely see in movies, so I’m always shocked when I see it: neither the drizzle of film noir, nor the sheets of water in disaster movies. This is the rain of, say, Jurassic Park. A dependable, nine-to-five kind of rain.

As I left for work this morning, I noticed my umbrella sitting in the foyer, and thought to myself, “There probably won’t be any rain. And if there is, it’ll only be a drizzle.” Should have paid attention to that little nag in the back of my mind. Usually helps.

I’m fresh back from a role-playing session, which I greatly enjoyed, and seemed to go well. We’re all still familiarizing ourselves with role-playing in general. It’s an odd form of interactive storytelling, and it’s tough on the players and the GM in different ways. The players have to react to whatever the GM throws at them, and the GM has to keep up with the players’ choices. Fun, but hard. Which is usually an excellent sign.

2:44 p.m.

It’s a brain fog day—I can think, and I can plan, but I’m working at about 80%. Much like the weather: warm but unremarkable. There’s no sky; above the horizon is nothing but a pearly, milky void. There’s an occasional halfhearted sprinkle of rain. The whole world shrugs its shoulders and says, “Meh.”

Spent last night on final preparations for Matrix Experiments Lain‘s premiere at Otakon. The company is working hard to finish it up in time for the unexpected deadline next week. Looks like we’ll make it without too much stress or strain, actually.

And that’s good, because I hate stressing over deadlines. In fact, if I could, I’d ban deadlines from Otherspace. (It’s an impressively negative term, too, suggesting both death and the thin line of a garrote.) I’ve been trying hard to, but sometimes there are external pressures. At least we have the freedom to choose: Sometimes we work towards the deadline, and sometimes we reject it.

Watched a few more episodes of Gundam Seed Destiny last night, and my goodness is this a fun series. It still feels a bit like fanfiction (The protagonist returns with his Gundam! The venerable ship from the last series takes off! The girl is rescued!), but it’s enjoyable, well-made fanfiction, and they’ve laid out enough of an interesting plot that I feel sure this won’t devolve into a retread of the last series (or, worse, an attempt to cram this series full of great moments from favorite characters).

Grrr. I wrote a nice post on Tuesday, but forgot to post it. So it’s posted now.

Much to write about, really: anime watched, books read, stories being written. But it’s 1:55 a.m., and I’ve been chronically late to work all week, so I’m going to post this, then climb into bed, and stare at the ceiling for the next half an hour or so.

Sometimes, being a night owl really sucks.

(Okay, most times.)