30.03.2006 (Blogger got retarded yesterday)

I always liked Lewis Carrol's The Jabberwocky.
It's a poem which, while at first glance being hard to understand but propably about something happy, is very dark once it has been analyzed. American McGee's vision of The Jabberwocky and what it represents is also very dark.
I for one loved his version of the Cheshire cat, that cat was really disturbing and the voice casting was perfect (purrfect).
Anyways, started painting again yesterday and kicked off by trying out some new gradients. They seem alright, perhaps not as dark as I'd have liked 'em but I'll propably need proper ink to finish the model off. Currently I'm just working with paint thinned in some water to do all my inkwork, doesn't get that deep color that proper inks get.

I just watched Diagnosis Murder, these old (1996) episodes on Hallmark about this doctor that keeps finding himself in these detective situations. And who makes a guest appearance? None other than Terry O'Quinn, better known as John Locke from Lost. Funny enough he hasn't changed much since then 'till now...abit more wrinkly around the eyes maybe but otherwise unchanged. It kinda pissed me off that the fellow from DM actually stopped Terry's character, I was kindof rooting for him (Here's the episode)

In RPG news I held a giga-session on saturday which lasted from 20:00 to 08:00. I was DM'ing a group of 6 players, all of them pretty new. It was fun and I think the players enjoyed it too, even though they're just 0-level and at the end of the session 3 of them were unconscious, 1 poisoned and the other two demoralized. I have a feeling we're going to continue this campaign whenever I have time (and whenever I'll be in Westman Islands, seeing as I'm moving).
This weekend there's an RPG tourney in the City of Fear. I'm signed up for 2 of the 3 "Sessions" being held. First session is anything fantasy oriented, though I found nothing that really excited me there. Second one is horror, I signed up for Ravenloft. And third is Sci-Fi, where I'm slotted for Shadowrun.
I'm hoping I'll get to know the new systems, pick up some GM'ing tips and generally have a good time. It'll be intense though...almost 22 hours of roleplaying =D
I've also done considerable work on the RPG wiki that Smári, a friend of mine, originally set up for his own world. I've been playing around with adding info about the various monsters and locales the players have found themselves travelling to and fighting with/in. It looks like it could really be useful once the campaign kicks off more, as well as when I start DM'ing more than one group, to have an overview of my world.

Anyways...
I've got a flight to the City of Fear this afternoon, glad I'll fly instead of being thrown around in that puke-bowl that is Herjólfur, the ferry between the Islands and the mainland. It's not the welking of the ship that bothers me...it's the combined stench of: Puke + deep fried food + fish guts + oil + exhaust + citrus cleaner + sweat + farts and just generally stuffy air that hits you like a wall when you get onboard. *shudder* I get a bad taste in my mouth just thinking about it.
But, hey!, no worries. I'm flying. So the trip will take 20 minutes instead of 4 hours. *whoo*
That's it for now.

p.s. Sorry about the sucky quality of the picture, taken using a rebellious webcam. I'm working on getting a new camera since my old one has refused repair. So stay tuned for pictures with better resolution, contrast and saturation.

Jabberwocky

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.