Thursday, December 6, 2007

True gaming in the True Tavern

I got in a little trouble for cheating at True Dungeon this year. Nick, Justin, Tom and I were playing Saturday, so Friday we just hung out in the adjacent Fantasy Tavern playing checkers and drinking geek cocktails (I'm not saying they cockail-geek cocktails like the Desert Rose at PDT, but geek-geek cocktails, like "The Vulcan Death Grip -- really just a vodka cranberry)

A guy in a furry vest came up and sat next to us. He was excited because he'd just finished the dungeon crawl. He was also eager to talk about it, so I bought him a Battlestar Fantastica (7 and 7) and chatted for awhile.

Next to me, the guys were disbanding the checkers game on account of one of them being a bad checkers sport, and Nick said, "FWD, did that guy just tell you everything that happens in the dungeon?!"

"Yeah, kind of," I said. "I just bought him a drink and said 'so what are the rumors about what's in the dungeons this year?' and he told me everything."

Some people might think of it as cheating. I prefer to think of it as a successful Gather Information check. (+2 circumstance bonus for booze.)

My in-laws' dog ate my fake boob

My fancy shoes and costumes survived GenCon relatively unscathed. But Kipper the poodle-something-something dog ate one of my fake boobs.
They were the water-filled kind from Frederick's. He ate it and it popped and then he got a mouth full of whatever not-water they fill those things with. Then he drooled and looked pathetic for a little while, occasionally barking angrily at the remains of the fake boob.

To illustrate, here are some elegant bust pads called, amazingly, "Your Secret".

Don't you just love the lily? It's saying "It's OK, I'll keep Your Secret. I'm a lily. Everyone trusts lilies."

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

You can't have this pillow, because it's mine

I recently found uk-based designer showpony on Etsy, and I really like what she has to offer.

I normally don't go in for subtle patterns or colors - my taste is admittedly pretty flashy and entropic - but I have a serious construction fetish. Things that are well-made impress me, almost regardless of what the things might actually *be*. And in this case, her workmanship is impeccable. In particular, the line of "hidden pattern" purses and pillows really shows off what she can do with a sewing machine.

This cream, "hiding place" pillow is made of organic, fair trade cotton and is screen-printed with subtle, cute nature designs. The tiny folds she's sewn create little tucks, and there are spiders and beetles hidden in there!

Showpony's aesthetic is subtle and restrained, but she's got a great sense of humor. I really can't get over how cute and well-made these things are. Matching patterns like this is really difficult. If you miscut or mis-sew anywhere, it won't come out right. The attention to detail and workmanship are really showing off here, but they're doing it so subtlely that only someone who really looks for these things would notice. If I saw this in your house, I would be really impressed.

I hope someone sees it in my house and is impressed.

Ode to a cute hat that I got in the Village

O cute hat that I got in the Village.
You are cute.
And I got you in the Village.

I was looking for a secret bar that is not very secret.
They had cocktails by a famous guy.
The summer cocktails were gone, and I didn't get a hot dog.

But I did get a hat! A hat that was cute, and purchased at a 24-hour hat shop in the Village.
(I didn't know I was in the Village. Someone told me later.)

The salesgirl was cute, but I could not purchase her, even in the Village.

So instead I got the cute hat she was wearing, so I too could be cute in that Village-shopgirl way.

O cute hat, I do not look like the shop girl, but I will never remove you.

Because my hair looks like shit under here.
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The Lovely Mistresses of George W. Bush

Sometimes the most amazing things turn up in my inbox. (Being an internet journalist is easy. You don't even have to leave your desk or stop playing Warcraft).

Today I got an announcement for a vintage-inspired pin-up calendar called The Lovely Mistresses of George W. Bush, which is amazing.

13 luscious liberals bid fond, half-naked farewell to the president with a 13-month countdown to his last day in office: January 20, 2009. (A date I know only because of this press release). I'd love it for the pictures alone, which are some of the best modern pin-ups I've seen, but the best part is the personal love letter to the soon-to-be-ex president from each girl, including telecom heiress Miss Eve Stroppin', frightened homemaker Miss Tara Fied, and pageant winner Miss Hallie Burton.

So far these are my favorites: