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Things I hate about my apartment:

* The neighbours who insist on talking loudly at 2am below my window.
* The neighbours in the next building over who have screaming matches at 11pm.
* The boxes stacked all over the place I keep stubbing my toes on.

Things I love about my apartment:

* It has stairs!
* It has a fireplace!
* It's in MIDTOWN!
* Getting to the homes of the three coolest people in my life takes only a short walk.
* I have a roommate whose thought processes on things like "where pots go" are compatible with mine.
* The boxes will be gone soon.

I'd say the positive outweighs the negative.

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I ... need ... sleep.

I also need* my Jalapeno chips. But they're at elisandra's house. Bummer.

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* Yes, I mean need. I have a serious, bodily need/desire/craving for them.

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[This is crossposted to roleplayers; feel free to comment there instead if you'd like]

I'd be a lot more indignant about the bad rep LARPers have if so damned many of us didn't deserve it.

I mean, really, kids. Is it too much to ask that you respect the right of "Mundanes" to walk by without freaking them out too much? Is it too much to expect you to wash your hair, dress in something other than an oily duster over faded teeshirt every once in a while (especially when not PLAYING), and quit with the aggressive smoke-breathing in the faces of the rest of us?

In short: Many LARPers are decent, fine folk. Some of us, however, are stupid, childish little snots who ought to be run out of town. And sadly, it's the insane ones orating from the Book of Nod in the BART stations as if the thing is some dire prediction for the real world who get all the press.

Note that I'm perfectly fine with LARPing in public -- I'm even ok with being outright weird in public -- but dammit, show some respect for the non-players, eh? If someone is clearly uncomfortable with your asking them to explain their "quaint human customs", find someone else to talk to.

Oh -- and if you're playing Vampire, for fuck's sake remember the Masquerade. My first large-scale regular vamp LARP was in a local mall (open-air, but still a mall. Yeah, I know. But it was free and the guards/management loved us). We were very careful to observe the rules of human society when their, in and out of character, and thus no one ever really knew what was going on other than the security guards who got to know us over time -- as it should be.

Now, I see too many LARP troupes acting out silly little dramas on street corners, screaming at each other, invoking the powers of whatever-stupid-clan they are. And all I can do is roll my eyes. It's that kind of behavior that gets us barred from venues (which I've seen happen several times).

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Hey -- anyone know of a LJ community that's for SF Fandom in general, as opposed to fandoms for particular shows/books/etc?

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Good thing about leaving my satchel at home: I can easily swing by and get it on my way to class. Especially as, unlike when I lived in South Sac, I can stop and be at home for an hour before I have to go to campus.

Bad thing: My reading glasses are tucked into it.

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A Meme stolen from new LJfriend gypsy_kitty. I like this one; it's more substantive than others.

( It's all about ME! Wonderful ME! )

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My back could not be any more tense if a squad of epileptics armed with .44s were aiming at my head while a strobe light went off in their faces.
My right knee (the bad one) hurts if I use it to stand.
My left ankle feels swollen and sore.
My right wrist is a knot of agony.

Ow.