*I come into work and relieve the guard before me*
Him: "You know what I need?"
Me: "A drink?"
Him: "I need a droid that understands the binary..."
In Unison: "...language of moisture vaporators."
Him: "And I'm not settling for one that just worked on binary load lifters, either."
Me: "As well you shouldn't."
Him: "But what I could really use is a drink." *heads off to the bar*
-Proof that there are nerds working security


"I read that they're in talks with Speilberg to make [the Halo movie], but I'm not sure how that would work. The guy doesn't have a face!"
"Well, in the books he has a name and a face, so they could give him one for the movie, too."
"Wait, there are Halo books and you've actually read them? Man, they should make your kind wear special hats."
"Look who's talking."
-The same guard and me, at another shift change


"All the librarians have to be armed when they're on duty, of course."
-1635: The Dreeson Incident by Eric Flint and Virginia DeMarce


"Okay, robots should not do cocaine. Especially not Tachikomas. They're hyper enough as it is."
-My friend, regarding a comedic scene from Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex


"When it comes to the safety of your family... don't you want to put yout trust in a swordsman who has shoes?"
-the swordsman's manager from Ashes of Time Redux


"He's quite the salesman."
-My friend on the above quote


"Is it just me, or is this movie a bit confusing?"
"A bit.... Wait! Have we ever seen the brother and sister in the same place at the same time?"
"...No! No we haven't!"
"Okay, now it makes sense. ...and has gotten considerably weirder."
-My friend and I on Ashes of Time Redux


Hacker: "I want to hack into his computer."
GM: "Okay. You easily break into his computer. All you find is his porn and his blog."
Me: "Heh. You should put his porn on his blog."
Hacker: "Oh, I am so doing that!"
-actual in-character conversation from last week's Shadowrun game

So, when I went back for some more sleep after my very long day Friday-through-Saturday, I only wound up getting a couple more hours before waking up unexpectedly. I think it might have been because of hunger. It's early Sunday morning, and I have a few things I wanted to do before my friends show up for gaming anyway, like my laundry, so I decide to roll with it. I'm way short on sleep, but I'm not really feeling it.

So, after a shower, a breakfast burrito from Memo's and a lot of time-wasting on TV Tropes (damn that wiki and its addictiveness!) and absolutely no washing of laundry, my friends start to arrive for gaming. One of them is supposed to be bringing back the Noir DVDs I loaned him quite a while ago, which is nice because I have a hankering to watch them. And when he arrives he returns to me four of the discs I'd loaned him... out of seven. The other three? Apparently his soon-to-be-evicted deadbeat housemate decided to deliver one last "fuck you" to the house by stealing them and (most likely) pawning them for cigarettes.

Damn it!

My friend insists on paying for a whole replacement boxed set, which is perhaps overkill, and even shoves $60 into my hands on the spot, much to my surprise. (I ordered the new set Monday night, so it should arrive shortly. Went with the older black boxed set instead of the newer white one this time. It just looks cooler. And more fitting: the name of the show is the French word for the color black for a reason.)

What really sucks? He hadn't had a chance to watch the last disc before it was stolen. So he's stuck in the middle of a huge, tense plot arc with no resolution. And I can't talk with him about how awesome the ending is yet. And I really want to talk about how awesome it is. It is very awesome.

Then we gamed. That part of the day was good. We played Shadowrun, which is always fun. One guy couldn't make it, so we had to run his character for him. Unfortunately, he was playing the "face" for the team- the one who does all the talking- so we had to spend quite a bit of time putting words in his mouth. One of the other characters pulled off a particularly neat trick: shooting the gun out of somebody's hand. (Absurd in real life, of course, but only a -4 penalty in the game.) I decided to have my character try it as well, but the dice weren't with me. After two complete misses, my character gave up, took the time to load a rubber bullet and just shot him in the chest instead. :-P

Then it was off to work, which I don't normally have to do on Sunday nights, but I'd swapped shifts so I could go to the union meeting on Saturday. It was really warm in the tower because of all the sun that day, the heat-distibuting shirts I wear under my body armor were all in the wash, and I was soaked in sweat the whole time. Then, in the last hour, everything went crazy. The engineer apparently forgot that a test of the fire alarms had been scheduled, so he hadn't told anyone it was happening and wasn't there to help. I had to run all over dealing with that in addition to handling everything else people needed from me because I was the only one there.

I go home and go to sleep. At this point I've been awake almost 30 hours, and I wasn't well-rested to begin with. Less than eight hours later, I get woken up by a text message from a friend over something really trivial, but I decide to roll with it because I didn't want to sleep too late. I get up and go to check what's happening on the internet.

Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles has been cancelled.

GODDAMMIT!

Yeah, it was hardly a surprise. But it's still a shame. It was an intelligent and enjoyable show. I met a decent percentage of the people on my LJ Friends List on the TWOP forums for that show. It shall be missed.

Well, maybe there will be some new, equally cool scifi show in the lead-in spot for Dollhouse next season.... What's that? Sitcoms? Damn.


....and my laundry still isn't washed.

It's Wednesday, which means  new comic books are out. So I went down to my comic shop of choice, Coffee & Comics, where I found that I didn't have very many books waiting for me, but wound up drinking way more coffee than I would usually consume while reading what was on the shelves. My caffeine tolerance is way less than it was back when I used to drink Pepsi constantly, so I was pretty wired by the time I left. Still am, in fact. I'm never very good at sitting still, but as I type this I'm fidgiting in my chair even more than usual. The one person on LJ who knows me in real life will know just how impressive that is.




In other news, Gary Gygax, creator of Dungeons & Dragons, has passed away. The form of entertainment he pioneered, the tabletop role-playing game, has occupied many an evening for me over the last six years or so and still gives me a great excuse to get together with four or five of my good friends every weekend and be total dorks. He will be missed.