I found this thing today while looking for inspiration for Unhuman NPCs. While it's not particularly useful for that, I encourage everyone to give it a spin. Here are some of my favorite results.
Jay has learned to absorb the damage from mental attacks and use it to increase his fame throughout the nation. Sadly, Jay struggles with being foolish.
Jay has mastered the ability to make duplicates of himself, however only when concentrating. Shamefully, Jay is notorious for being extremely smelly.
Jay has mastered the ability to make spiders appear from nowhere, but only while thinking hard. Shamefully, Jay becomes clueless in the presence of string.
Jay possesses the power to change shape into an elk. Terribly, Jay endures the burden of being kind of an asshole.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Mind the gap
What I am thinking about:
I really need to spend an afternoon with that logo. I like it, but the resolution is crappy and the gear teeth should be centered on the head.
I am planning a work of farcical, subversive fantasy starring orcs. I do not know what form it will ultimately take, however, as it is primarily an act of universe creation. I promise to post the flash fiction intro here soon.
Games and games. I want to play Unhuman soon and I just spent a few hours working on Settlers of World Domination.
Do I really need clipless pedals?
Why did I agree to work all this overtime?
Oh yeah, clipless pedals.
Defiant fist-shaking in Rob's general direction.
Why did I feel the sudden urge to post this homage to the Rat, anyway?
Wishing I lived in a time and place where creative, well-rounded individuals could make a living with what they're good at rather than laboring in obscurity while doing demeaning shit for money.
Or, failing that, some age of heroes and legends where I could get me a battle axe and a tankard and find good honest work as a berserk.
This is Caution Thinking. Have a nice day.
I really need to spend an afternoon with that logo. I like it, but the resolution is crappy and the gear teeth should be centered on the head.
I am planning a work of farcical, subversive fantasy starring orcs. I do not know what form it will ultimately take, however, as it is primarily an act of universe creation. I promise to post the flash fiction intro here soon.
Games and games. I want to play Unhuman soon and I just spent a few hours working on Settlers of World Domination.
Do I really need clipless pedals?
Why did I agree to work all this overtime?
Oh yeah, clipless pedals.
Defiant fist-shaking in Rob's general direction.
Why did I feel the sudden urge to post this homage to the Rat, anyway?
Wishing I lived in a time and place where creative, well-rounded individuals could make a living with what they're good at rather than laboring in obscurity while doing demeaning shit for money.
Or, failing that, some age of heroes and legends where I could get me a battle axe and a tankard and find good honest work as a berserk.
This is Caution Thinking. Have a nice day.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Among us
I recently started watching Showtime's Dexter. I expected yet another immersive and artistic serial wonderfully free of some -- certainly not all, mind you -- of the constraints placed upon such series by the big networks.
Also, I thought Michael C. Hall was the best part about Six Feet Under.
Anyway, what I wasn't expecting was a fun and frightening take on a theme I encounter over and over not just in the stuff I read and watch, but in my own artistic pursuits -- the extraordinary scattered throughout the mundane.
Like vampires, cylons, the mutants from X-Men or Kung Fu masters in Stephen Chow films, Dexter imagines a world of capable and crazy serial killers around every corner.
The show proves this stuff is fun to think about, even if it concerns murder. It certainly makes the bus ride a little more interesting when you can plan out escape routes and counterattacks just in case the guy next to you is a secret robot assassin or something.
Also, I thought Michael C. Hall was the best part about Six Feet Under.
Anyway, what I wasn't expecting was a fun and frightening take on a theme I encounter over and over not just in the stuff I read and watch, but in my own artistic pursuits -- the extraordinary scattered throughout the mundane.
Like vampires, cylons, the mutants from X-Men or Kung Fu masters in Stephen Chow films, Dexter imagines a world of capable and crazy serial killers around every corner.
The show proves this stuff is fun to think about, even if it concerns murder. It certainly makes the bus ride a little more interesting when you can plan out escape routes and counterattacks just in case the guy next to you is a secret robot assassin or something.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
An open letter to the NSA agent currently monitoring my internet useage
Dear sir or madam,
I know how this looks, but I assure you there is a perfectly rational explanation. You see, while you get your kicks watching us shower or listening to our private telephone conversations or reading the personal email accounts of your significant others, the rest of us like to play games and stuff.
As I mentioned in my gaming blog, I'm currently managing a tabletop role-playing game that is set in a fictional world very much like our own. I did this for a few reasons, which I discuss there, but the biggest advantage to this is an unpredictable aura to the setting and actors that I really enjoy. Sort of like how we can't predict how liberal you lot are going to be with our rights regarding unlawful search and seizure, but without that fascist je ne sais quoi you do so well.
If the group decides to set off in a new direction, or the action takes place in a location I had not anticipated, I can use google maps and bring up an image that can be used for reference or just plain atmosphere. It is particularly fun because not even I can anticipate exactly what is going to happen and I'm ostensibly controlling it.
The first session took place primarily in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, which is likely not terribly interesting to you. However, the upcoming game will likely take place in New York City, a setting with which I am not terribly familiar.
Naturally, I am making use of online resources to plan for this next session. This planning includes finding a home for a fictional financial investment firm in the Wall Street area, but may also require digging up additional maps, historical data and points of interest.
I just wanted to put that out there as a courtesy. Maybe I can save us both some time and effort and you can get back to watching me pee or spying on your grandmothers or whatever.
Love always,
Jay
I know how this looks, but I assure you there is a perfectly rational explanation. You see, while you get your kicks watching us shower or listening to our private telephone conversations or reading the personal email accounts of your significant others, the rest of us like to play games and stuff.
As I mentioned in my gaming blog, I'm currently managing a tabletop role-playing game that is set in a fictional world very much like our own. I did this for a few reasons, which I discuss there, but the biggest advantage to this is an unpredictable aura to the setting and actors that I really enjoy. Sort of like how we can't predict how liberal you lot are going to be with our rights regarding unlawful search and seizure, but without that fascist je ne sais quoi you do so well.
If the group decides to set off in a new direction, or the action takes place in a location I had not anticipated, I can use google maps and bring up an image that can be used for reference or just plain atmosphere. It is particularly fun because not even I can anticipate exactly what is going to happen and I'm ostensibly controlling it.
The first session took place primarily in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, which is likely not terribly interesting to you. However, the upcoming game will likely take place in New York City, a setting with which I am not terribly familiar.
Naturally, I am making use of online resources to plan for this next session. This planning includes finding a home for a fictional financial investment firm in the Wall Street area, but may also require digging up additional maps, historical data and points of interest.
I just wanted to put that out there as a courtesy. Maybe I can save us both some time and effort and you can get back to watching me pee or spying on your grandmothers or whatever.
Love always,
Jay
Friday, September 25, 2009
Buy the t-shirt, get the decoder ring
Biking to work yesterday, I made my way around the entire security perimeter downtown. In the shadow of a couple of tractor trailers parked sideways across Liberty Avenue, I noticed a young protester about to be confronted by what appeared to be building security from some nearby establishment.
"Let me see that shirt. What does that sign say?" I heard as I inched closer, trying to appear nonchalant. The garment in question was printed in simple block letters, "RESIST" or something like that. The sign read simply "9/11 -- INSIDE JOB" in what looked like street number stickers you affix to your mailbox when you move into a new house. He was alone, I stuck around despite my reservations about his subject matter and tactics. Freak loyalty and all that.
"Aw, man!" the security guy said when he read both slogans. A portly fellow wearing an official-looking black printed t-shirt I didn't bother to read, he approached the protester.
"I gotta get a picture," he announced with a guffaw, handing a digital camera to another guard and putting his arm around the young man with the sign.
I do not know what to make of any of this.
"Let me see that shirt. What does that sign say?" I heard as I inched closer, trying to appear nonchalant. The garment in question was printed in simple block letters, "RESIST" or something like that. The sign read simply "9/11 -- INSIDE JOB" in what looked like street number stickers you affix to your mailbox when you move into a new house. He was alone, I stuck around despite my reservations about his subject matter and tactics. Freak loyalty and all that.
"Aw, man!" the security guy said when he read both slogans. A portly fellow wearing an official-looking black printed t-shirt I didn't bother to read, he approached the protester.
"I gotta get a picture," he announced with a guffaw, handing a digital camera to another guard and putting his arm around the young man with the sign.
I do not know what to make of any of this.
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