9.30.2005

Pontus Euxinus

Man. I get funny compliments at work sometimes. Especially since I've just switched positions and now I'm in a new location. In something like 30 cubicles and 7 offices, there are 6 dudes. Two are supervisors or managers and three are brothers, all fat, old, balding, and of limited intelligence (but the one that I work with directly is very nice. His brain works slow, but it works well...kind of like a locomotive). So basically, that means that post menopausal women just randomly compliment me on something from time to time. So far it's been,

"You should be on Saturday Night Live."
"That shirt really accents your chest." No shit. I have this grey shirt with two buttons that kind of looks like long underwear. That's the 2nd or 3rd time I've got almost that exact compliment.

But my personal favorite is, "You write very well, considering your accent." LOL. I'm always cracking jokes about southern Illinois equaling dumb, but I love it when someone else nails me with that stereotype! Good stuff.

9.29.2005

It's been 1 month since I rolled a die...

Tuesday marked a month since I DMed a game, and I've only played in once since then. Nick's been busier than I, but he's more of an addict too. Regardless, I'm jonesin for gaming and unless my mood changed severly between now and then, I'm playing in some form or another Sunday evening. We'll accomodate the other players as needed, but still, I'm gaming.

In light of that, I got a kick ass idea for the third part of the quest the gang is in right now. If I can swing the art work (cause it might take awhile to get there) I might use this one as a chance to test out my 3D adventures idea.... It'll be tough artwork, though. Still, I've got awhile to bust that out, but first I need to toss out the 2nd part of the quest....

9.28.2005

the muse is loose

So, I've been getting my creative kick pretty consistantly this week at about 10:30 am. Trouble is, I have to leave for work at between 11 and 11:20. Considering at some point in that hour, I need to get dressed and make my lunch, the time I have to actually get shit done turns out to be 30-45 minutes.

Take this morning for instance. I's working on the OGE website. Couldn't get going for nothing, so I took a quick shower, got out and scouted some random websites. Got a few kick ass ideas, and had just enough time to pencil em out. Actually, I had about 15 minutes to throw an alpha-style logo into Illustrator, too, so maybe tonight I can bust out a quick website template. We'll see, though, cause usually after 8 hours of complete boredom I just want a beer and a book. *shrug* Hopefully though, tonight can be the night I start to shift my production schedule to post work hours instead of pre-work.

If I can't, whoa boy. To maintain the schedule that I busted out for "Madame Vylian's Loot", with my new schedule I'd have to get up at about 4am and be fully cognitive by 4:30. That ain't happenin.

Oh yeah, the food spells pdf is still being edited, and I need a name for it. *shrug*

Shafe

9.27.2005

HOLY ONE PIECE

HOLY FUCK DOES NOVEMBER'S ONE PIECE ROCK! It's all build up and there's no real action anywhere, but summammamambitch I can not wait for the December issue of Shonen Jump next month. This issue sets the stage for some hard core rockin and left me all tingly all over. whoo. Love it. LOVE IT!

As for the rest of SJ, I skipped Bo-bobo fuck off and YugiOh as usual.

Shaman King has Ren's fight versus his father and builds up to the next battle after that, briefly introducing the Wu-Fu-Xing-Dui Si-Shang-Deng!!! complete with the three exclamation points. I gotta get me some Wu-Fu-Xing-Dui Si-Shang-Deng!!! in my pocket yo!!!

Naruto starts the battle between Ino and Sakura. Looks like it's pretty well over next issue, and it's not much of a cliffhanger this time around, but I'm sure the underdog at the end will pull something out. Maybe not, though. This battle arc looks like it's breaking down some of the traditional teams, so we'll see...

Hikaru no Go no Goes nowhere, and YuYu Hakusho is solid, but cheesy (pretty much standard in my opinion). As usual, the crowning fucking glory is he 60 pages of rockin One Piece.

Oh yeah, and there's another Yugioh card (Embodiment of Apophis) in there, along with a demo for Dragon Quest VIII. I'll review the demo if I ever play. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go pork Wendy while thinking about One Piece. jizzmoglobin

pre-sleep

Let's see if I can throw this one out before my sleep labs start to arrive.... nope, I failed.

This morning, I'm awakened by a cry of "Rooooon!" coming from Wendy's office. Rather groggy at that point, it took me a few minutes to realize that Ron, our cat, had caught a mouse (great, a new pest in our apartment building that the landlords won't take care of) and had decided it would make a great gift for Wendy. She courteously accepted the gift by kicking the cats out of her office, shutting the door, and coming to get my aid in throwing the little pest's corpse away. Still rather groggy, I throw some clothes on to do just that.

Only it turns out the mouse wasn't dead and is no longer where Wendy left it. *shrug* I go back to bed figering the cats'll make a meal of it. Wendy, however, doesn't want them to catch a disease, so goes hunting for the little beast. She finds it under her book shelf. After some unsuccessful prodding with my big wooden axe, trying to catch the little feller in a bowl, she enlists my aid once again. Eventually, we get the little bastard out from under the book shelf, but of course, that's happens RIGHT AFTER Wendy had deserted her post at that end of the shelf.

Now the fucker is behind a bigger book shelf that I aint gonna move. Time to reenlist the cats. By this time, they've went and got stupid again, so of course they can't figure out the little guy ran behind the bookshelf. Fortunately, the mere presence of the cats in the room means the mouse is seeking higher ground. Eight inches higher. He climbed a rubber drum mallet propped againt the wall, clinging to the rubber ball like a life raft (at eye level with the cats).

Now, I know what you're thinking. The same thoughts ran through my head. First, wouldn't it be great if the cats spotted the mouse at that point and all hell broke loose. Yeah. Unfortunately, hell had a date in another location this morning. Second, a mouse clinging to the end of a rubber mallet? SQUISH IT!!!! Yeah, that'a been cool as hell to grab the mallet and smash the mouse. Hell, even to run outside and start flailing about on the side walk would have been fun. hahahaha.

Unfortunately, my woman is a humanitarian. At least where small, cute furry things are concerned. (Hence the plastic bowl to begin with) In a rather anticlimactic move, she grabbed the mallet, mouse and all with a plastic garbage bag and took the whole kit and kaboodle outside to set the not quite Ralph free. (Ralph, of course, referring to the cool mouse from The Mouse and the Motorcycle.) I hope she set it free in the dumpster, so that it's freedom means a quick trip to the landfill where it can live out its days in a nice posh garbage filled way.

And that's that. An adventure worthy of Hercules himself.

9.26.2005

Butt spasm

Well, my new position at FV has me sitting in a cubicle ALL damn day calling people on the phone. I started logging every call, but quit at 55, so I'd say I've made between 60 and 70 calls today. I know I actually finished only 25 accounts, but that's a speed that keeps me at the high end of the standard (max is 150 in a week), so I'm not too worried. Damn is it boring.

Most importantly, sitting on my ass for 8 hours makes it super sore. Oof. Gonna have to start breaking up my day with little walks around the hospital or something.... Regardless, 7-8:30 has become the longest hour and a half of my life...

I'd like to write about something worthwhile, but I'm so bored my brain won't shift into gear. I should review Lord of War, which wasn't a bad flick, albeit one worth waiting to rent. I could also review "Crime & Punishment", a d20 pdf I picked up this weekend thinking it'd have some good stuff for DMs in it. Turns out it's very player specific, focusing on how characters would solve crimes, etc, and giving me the sense that if you wanted to make Sherlock Holmes or Batman, you could. Not what I expected, so I'll wait for that feeling to pass, then write up a full review for enworld.org, I think.

Two reasons for enworld.
#1 If I write a few reviews for them, I can join the pdf review project, which nets me free product to write reveiws for. Score.

#2 The same guy that runs that site runs a commercial rpg shop, and he's hiring reviewers for that. Same gig, free pdf's, and PAY on top of that. What's not to like?

Yeah, I got nothing.

9.24.2005

Make a Bored Check


No gaming tonight. Nick had to work late and the rest of us are getting too old to stay up all night. *shrug* Not to mention John and I were up at about 6am, and Luke has to work early tomorrow. Still, I notice a definite lack of motivation or direction for my Saturdays when I don't have to spend some time reading over an adventure and prepping for the night. Even now, after knocking out everything on my short list of house stuff to do today (got more for tomorrow, though), I can't decide what I do want to do, just that I know I don't want to go to sleep.

So, aimlessly, I'll post my logo for Organ Grinder. It's open for critiques and reviews, but remember, there's a copyright on it.

9.23.2005

apologies

My apologies to any regular readers I have. I'm fiddling with a wireless network at home and quickly beginning to think my router is craptacular. I've been afraid to post from home becuase of the potential for losing a post in transit, and haven't had time to post at my new position. Hopefully I can get the damn thing sorted out this weekend.

9.20.2005

Behind the Screen: Stepping up as a Player

A recent Design and Development article over at wizards.com mentioned that D&D was a conversational game, and research shows that a DM gets about 2 sentences worth of boxed text before players zone out. Oration equals glazed eyes, basically.

However, Friday, a player that I DM for and I played with his neighbor as DM. While I was quite annoyed with his God Voice style of DMing, he provided ample detail about the environment, to an extent. It seemed to me that if he wasn't familiar with a situation, it was hand-waved a bit.

After the game, during our post game eval, my player said how much he loved the DM's descriptions of everything. I was quick to point out how quickly he starts reading other books when I'm giving descriptions and then ask questions later. Of course, I've been thinking about this since Friday night, comparing my style to the other DM and wondering if I'm at fault, and if so, how I can improve without using the DM God Voice style, which I hate because I try not to elevate myself above the players.

My first thought is that I don't seem interested in the subject myself, and that passes onto boredom for my players. It's definitely something I'm working on as I try to pull our game out of not-so-tactical miniatures combat and into mutually creating a story where I only really control the setting.

Unfortunately, that's not something I can do on my own. This is something I realized in evaluating what I enjoyed on Friday. There was a serious lack of setting in Friday nights game, despite the DM's intense descriptions. Part of that was because I missed much of the session, but the other players involved expressed the same thoughts. Mostly, though, I think that since I didn't really care much about the setting (as we might play with this guy once a month if he's lucky), I didn't pay that much attention. Whereas, I think my player was being courteous to the new DM.

Obviously, any DM that knows the rules can run a series of disjointed adventures, running the PCs from town to town so that they're fantasy equivalents of the A-Team. "I pity the ooze." A good DM can even tell the story of his setting in a series of related adventures, incorporating the character's backgrounds and the players interests, similar to my campaign (although, again, I need to engage the players minds when describing said setting). However, much like a drug addict that doesn't want rehab, those players have to want to make the setting real. They have to want part of their brains to live in that reality, at least for the duration of the game session.

When the players engage themselves in the game as a whole (not just in the life and death situations that arise), it helps the DM to weave the setting into their minds. No description of the salt in the wind soaking the moisture from your character's skin is going to have any effect if you are comparing sleep with protection from evil or fuming at the rudeness of a customer from earlier in the day or the incompetency of a coworker week in and week out. Regardless of how dynamic a DM is, it's still just oration if the entire group isn't engaged. Active listening is a key conversational skill, and one that most professionals recommend a person learn to make it in the business world. It's also a simple courtesy that many people extend to their friends at the very least, and one people generally labeled as "a good person" extend to almost everybody. The trick, and what seperates a good player from an average player, is to listen as your character would, unless of course that means you don't listen at all.

I had more, but I wrote this beast on Monday, and haven't had a chance to edit it since then. Maybe I'll revisit the premise later. For now, I just need to post something, lol.

9.18.2005

Camp; The Last Panorama


The final picture I have from Shoepack '05 is a panorama of the view from our campsite. The left side faces the trees on the western edge of our rock, pans across the island to the north, and ends at the small bay to the east of us. This panorama was a little more difficult than some others I've taken because the campsite was slightly angled, which made keeping the horizon flat working with my tripod was a butt.

9.16.2005

It's a Lil' Shoepack Life


Here's my panorama of the canoe landing heading into Lil' Shoepack. You can make the image WAY bigger by clicking on it. The rangers in this area have the right idea. They have a coupla canoes padlocked to the landing here so they can hike from the Kabetegoma Lake landing to Lil Shoepack without carrying a damn canoe on their heads. I'd prolly hit Shoepack with Nick more if we had the same deal goin.

Anyway, this is almost a 180 degree view of the landing. The lake itself heads off in the upper right corner (and can be seen in a regular photo posted earlier). To the left is the swamp area which is actually BEHIND the canoe landing. Panoramas are fun. :)

9.15.2005

The Size of Things

I took this photo, because thus far I'd been making things look a lot bigger than they were. So, I figured I'd make Nick look a lot smaller. No mean feat, let me say. ;) Anyway, he's really not much more than 60 feet away from me at our campsite, so this photo really goes a long way to indicate the size of the lake. There's a small bay off to the right, and the land in the upper left is Crispy Island. The opposite shore is about twice the distant from Crispy Island as our shore was, if I remember correctly.

That's it for the photos. Except for the PANORAMAS! Those are my fav. I hope that Blogger posts them correctly....

swampy


This dried out swamp is what joins Morel Peninsula to the rest of the planet. If I could have walked better, we might have explored that area a little more, but Captain Hobble here was a pretty severe hindrance by this point. Just exploring the areas around the lake further is enough incentive for me to go back. That and the hope of catching the Northern Lights that my lazy ass missed on Saturday night.

toothpicks


This is the peninsula that Nick found all of the morels on the last time he camped up here. He spent a little while looking for more on Saturday while I hobbled around and took photos, but neither of us found any edible shrooms...

Froggy jumped all over the stage that day


This little toad was very comfortable with his camoflauge. Or he was just dumb. I could stick my finger in the water next to him without him moving, and by that point, my knee was really damn sore, meaning I wasn't too stable in awkward positions. Brave little toad.

2nd one


Nick caught this muskie very close to and right before I got my first hit. He hooked it in the mouth AND right behind the gill, which made it a bitch to get off the lure. Bastard bled all over the canoe, too.

last one


This is the 3rd and final muskie Nick caught. We were back at camp and just dicking around Saturday evening. We think he caught this dude twice or even thrice, but the bastard got off the hook pretty consistantly. Regardless, we got to watch him feed off an on all weekend...

The Bastard


This damn turtle plagues our fishing all weekend. He lived near our campsite. It's amazing how adept those bastards are at dodging huge rocks when they're in the water.

9.14.2005

Electric Glass

Whoa! I just found this company that makes this shit called Power Glass. Company's name is Xsunx, Inc. This Power Glass is a glaze that the paint onto a window, connect some diodes, and you've got a photovoltaic window that you can see through like normal. Shit yeah. I gotta do some research on the company's business practices itself to see if it's worth investing in, cause right now I don't think they're actually selling anything, but it's a pretty cool concept. Especially since I had a similar idea a couple of years ago.

Guess who's hired

It's a double day as far as work is concerned, so no photos posted today. Instead, read this interesting article from CNN. Pay particular attention to the bottom section about Cheney's links to Haliburton. It does point out that his deferred payment is in no way affected by Haliburton's profits or losses, but come on. Given the actions of this administration, can you honestly tell yourself (and believe yourself) that there's no palm greasing going on, either now or when Cheney was leaving the company to pursue politics. Hell in the puppeteering game running our nation, I wouldn't be surprised to find that Haliburton had it's hand up Cheney's ass, while he has his hand up Bush's ass. Let's see Cheney speak while the board of directors at HAL all drink glasses of water.

Hell, if you want to see how much HAL has benefited from this administration, look at the trend in their common stock. In '02, the stock hit a low in the $10's per share. It stayed between there and $25 until the start of the Iraq war. Now? $62 per share. Makes me wonder how many in the administration own stock in HAL. Wish I did.

9.13.2005

What D&D Character are you?

I Am A: Lawful Evil GnomeThief Mage

Alignment:
Lawful Evil characters believe that a nice, orderly system of life is perfect for them to abuse for their own advancement. They will work within 'the system' to get the best that they can for themselves.

Race:
Gnomes are also short, like dwarves, but much skinnier. They have no beards, and are very inclined towards technology, although they have been known to dabble in magic, too. They tend to be fun-loving and fond of jokes and humor. Some gnomes live underground, and some live in cities and villages. They are very tolerant of other races, and are generally well-liked, though occasionally considered frivolous.

Primary Class:
Thieves are the most roguish of the classes. They are sneaky and nimble-fingered, and have skills with traps and locks. While not all use these skills for burglary, that is a common occupation of this class.

Secondary Class:
Mages harness the magical energies for their own use. Spells, spell books, and long hours in the library are their loves. While often not physically strong, their mental talents can make up for this.

Find out What D&D Character Are You?.

Across the Sea

On Saturday we piled our tackle into the canoe after lunch and headed over to the island on Shoepack (called Crispy Island from here out). This is the photo of our campsite, with full on digital zoom, because we were a couple hundred yards away, to the North. I'm not so hip on digital zoom, but sometimes you do what you gotta do.

We spent Saturday afternoon fishing and exploring. We hit Crispy Island, then headed over to the Morel Peninsula and fished the bay in between. Nick caught one muskie, and I got a hit, but not luck, before heading back to camp. In camp, Nick caught another muskie. I actually caught one, and got it in to shore, but lost it while trying to get my camera to Nick. Oh well, shit happens. There'll be other times. Thursday or Friday (I hope) I'll throw out the final 7 regular photos of Morel Peninsula and the fish and wildlife. Then, panoramas (if the work).

Crispy Island

Here's good ole Crispy Island, from the point we landed at. Quite an intersting place. It looks like the fire came in from the west, hopping the lake to get there, then just skirted the shore. The eastern shore is pristine and hasn't been touched, as is the heart of the island. Made for a fun hike across it, as you're dodging dead charcoal for 50 yards or so, then tracking deer across the island, then you hit charcoal again. Fun.

Incidentally, I got my first muskie hit from the island. It also saved us many frustrating hours of fire starting. I spotted a belt clip in the lake, but walked past it while fishing, intending to pick it up on my way back. Unfortunately, Nick spotted it on his way through after me and wasn't quite so lazy. Turned out to be a swiss army knife, and with a little work, it's usable. Quality stuff. Worked a lot better on the flint/steel I had with me than the axe, since Nick forgot the matches (among other things, because he was busy chasing poonany before we left).

let there be life


Kinda looks like a little ground monster lookin up at you. Or like a couple of burrow holes on an island that was scorched by an inferno....

area 52


Hard to tell in the photo, but when you're actually on Crispy Island, the spot where this tree crashed and disintegrated looks like a damn meteor blazed its way through here.

Didn't Work


It's too bad I it's such a chore to change the focal zone on my camera. In the background is this field of wildflowers. I was hoping for something a bit cooler, but it works as is I guess.

more moss


Believe it or not, this is moss. Yet another of those shots where I'm crawling around on the ground having fun.

Bring out your Burned

Over on Crispy Island, where there was a scorched tree that had fallen, there was one of these pretty little Flowers of the Dead. Combine that with the wintergreen and the general strange beauty of burned trees reaching for the sky, and you've got a really nice place in weird sort of way.

Nicklet

Here's a purty good size tree that was uprooted either in the fire or by some strong winds after the fire. And of course, Nick, with his rock, Horatio, whom he knew well.

winter fresh breath

This is wintergreen. You eat the flower. It's good. It was all over the island on Shoepack.

9.12.2005

Thistle teach ya

Friday after gathering wood, setting up camp, and possibly eating our beans, Nick grabbed the hatchet and started blazing a trail through the dead ground foliage so we wouldn't break an ankle in the darkness, if the beans came out in a bad way. Sure, he had a headlamp (if he remembered to pack it), and I had about a dozen glowsticks. Still.

So, while he did that, I headed off exploring the peninsula. I found the mushrooms down the page first. Then, I climbed the cliff. Now, because of erosion and exposure to the elements, the "cliff" looked like a stone you'd find in a river, very smooth and very round. Twas about 7 feet at our campsite and about 10 feet on the less exposed side I headed toward.

Once I scaled that baby, I found this thistle. Unfortunately, Friday was windy as fuck, so the photos a bit blurry. Still, I love it.

A Hillbilly's Beard Tree

The photo doesn't do this thing justice. This tree was pretty big and VERY dense. I think if you could get under those branches, you'd be protected from a blizzard.

Just hangin out

I was pretty much dangling from my toes to take this photo of this ferns sprouting from the lichen clump on the side of this rock cliff, when suddenly, Nick yelled for the camera. He'd caught his first muskie of the weekend. This is still Friday night, by the way. I thought he was still blazing a trail to our shit spot.

So, after inching my way backwards up the side of the smooth rock, I headed back in hopes of one of us catching another fish. It was not going to happen until Saturday, though.

And Mario got DAMN big.


Think there's a little blue mushroom somewhere that lets Mario pleasure the Princess ALL NIGHT LONG? Maybe I'll Photoshop these....

Et Two Funge?


See, they look like little faery condos in this one. *shrug* I should have posted the mushrooms up top, as they were my first real discovery around the campsite, but oh well.

You got the fungus down below

In keeping with small things looking big, here's the underside of the baby shrooms.

Last one

What can I say. These tiny little bastards were all over near our campsite, so I took four pics of the biggest batch. Besides, they were essentially on the side of a cliff. Made it fun to take photos of them.

9.10.2005

Holy crazy profit gasman!

This article says that Total, a European gas company (French I believe), was making 1.5 million Euros PER HOUR profit the first part of this year! PER HOUR! Makes me wonder what the hell the Bush Admin's little investigation about the gas company's profit at the pump way back near the beginning of the reign really found out....

rivers of rock

OK. So I forgot to publish the photos backwards today. Oops.

Oh well. I have to point out that this rock is flat on the ground, not vertical. So instead of looking like a geological layer seperation, this looked like a stream of granite running the length of our penninsula. There was a lot of that up there on Shoepack, but I didn't see it as much in the other areas. Of course, Shoepack's shores were burned out husks for the most part, so there was much more rock surface exposed than along any of the other lakes we saw. Hell, Jorgens and Little Shoepack had about 2% of their shoreline as exposed rock from what I coudl tell. It definitely made Shoepack, and our campsite on it, very unique.

Split Rock Park?

I walked past this dude every time I left camp to fish, explore or collect firewood. There're no cliffs nearby, so either it split eons ago, or those are some strong weeds. I vote for the latter. Some of the plants up there were sentient.

I lichen the way you think

Our camp was on a huge rock. Woulda been a shitty spot to sleep on, except for the two inches of lichen in most spots. Lichen doesn't make for a great mattress, but it's better than bare rock.

where we parked

We'd originally parked the canoe on the west side of camp, but I quickly got my lure snagged in some rocks just off shore. Nick rowed around, freed my bait and we dumped the canoe on the north side of us where we were fishing instead.

sunset

I took this photo shortly after we arrived and set up camp. The sunsets there were beautiful, and the nights were even better. If I hadn't been so lazy Saturday night, Nick had a great view of the Northern Lights. Prolly the only chance I'll get to see em, and I just didn't want to put pants on. Stupid me. Really, that's the only thing I'd change about the trip.

9.09.2005

Smooth Sailin

From Jorgen's Lake, where the photos earlier in the week were taken, there's a mile and a half hike to Little Shoepack. This is the canoe landing up arriving at Little Shoepack. I have a panorama of it, too.

From here, there's a half mile to mile canoe voyage across this lake that's probably the most pleasant portion of the entire trip. The entire shore of this lake is very heavily wooded. Because it's so narrow, there's little time for wind and weather to do much to the lake's surface, making it a rather lounging stroll in comparison to canoeing across Kabetegoma.

After this, there's an 1/8 mile portage, then about a 1/4 mile canoe to the campsite. I'll post the campsite photos next time. I think I'll break it into 6 immediate campsite photos and 7 or 8 photos from around the site. Then I have a few of the island in Shoepack itself, as well as a couple from the peninsula Nick found the morel on his last trip. From there it's just posting the requisite muskie photos, and finally, the panoramas. *ding*

land fall

Here's what the canoe landing on the Shoepack side of Little Shoepack looks like. Nick bout died when the log on the left rolled out from under him. It's hard to tell in the photo, but for like 50 yards or so, the landing is barely deeper than our canoe loaded as it was, so coming and going out, we got stuck on almost every submerged log. Of course, since we were using the paddles as poles, we sang to each other like lovers in a gondola in Venice. I think it damaged my libido.

Bird is the word. Well, maybe dead is the word.

No, this image isn't upside down. This bird seems to have died and slowly just rotated around the branch. Now, it's just hanging there, off a branch, in some weeds at the end of the Little Shoepack canoe landing. Mega props for spotting the damn thing in the weeds.

Nother Shroom


I'll leave the fun guy puns alone, but I dig mushrooms. Fortunately, the were all over up there. Unfortunately, all of the morels were gone.

Little Shoepack Stream


This stream runs from Little Shoepack into Shoepack lake, and, for the most part, runs the length of that portage. It makes the area kind of swampy, and I spent a bit of time silently wondering how much water it'd take to flood both lakes until they joined.

And finally


This is pretty much the state of the little stream along the length of the portage. The best part is that in several spots, there are rocks in it that are big enough and flat enough to make relatively secure footing when you need to cross the thing with a 50 pound pack and half a canoe on your back.

Build Your Home For Less!

OK. Sorry if you've been checking back for Voyager photos. I should get some up this weekend. See, I recently bought a laptop, but ended up being a couple hunnerd short on the cost. Rather than pay outrageous interest rates to Dell, I picked up a few extra shifts at the hellspital. Problem solved. *ding*

So, instead of pretty pictures, I'll leave you with this today.

In his infinite wisdom, President Shrubbery (thanks Wendy) has decided that $9 an hour is too much to get paid to rebuild someone's house after a hurricane. See, he suspended the Davis-Bacon Act of 1931 which sets the standard for contractors to pay their employeers on federal contracts. I've mixed emotions on this one, but I couldn't find any legitimate non-politically motivated info on the economics involved, and it's not an area where common sense economics says that much.

On the one hand, if contractors can charge less due to cheaper labor costs, the gov gets more rebuilding bang for its buck. Factor in that in the areas surrounding the disaster area, where most of the labor will come from, at least half (some estimates range up to 90%) of the construction labor pool is illegal migrant workers. It's unknown how many people native to the area plan on returning and doing the rebuilding themselves, and that makes it hard to tell whether lower wages to non-locals will significantly depreciate the standard of living of an area already rated as one of the poorest in the nation.

On the other hand, what better way to raise your own personal standard of living than by scoring an "earn & learn" well paid gig with a federal contrator?

Judging from how stubborn many of the residents have been about actually leaving the disaster area, it's reasonable to say they'll be every bit as stubborn about not wanting to take lower paying construction work on top of that, meaning many residents are returning to homes being built by underpaid workers, all the while having no jobs themselves, because same said underpaid workers haven't finished the industrial and commercial construction yet, either. It's a tight spot the Prez has put them in. (Actually, it's a tight spot living in a hurricane prone area during an administration that doesn't understand that the "working" class carries this nation on its back has put them in.)

Regardless, besides being an interesting study in disaster economics, this new twist will certainly make the hurricane's aftermath a great example (hopefully) of the perserverance of man, especially the man at the bottom of the ladder. But that begs the questions, if man is defined by perseverance, what do we call those of our species that have given up?

9.07.2005

Don't Pic At It


I don't know if the panoramas, which are my fav, will show up right on blogger or not. So, I'm gonna start with the normal photos. I'll try to break it into cohesive chunks each day. For instance, today is the foliage around the campsite at Jorgen's Lake.

Now, this is ground pine. It's all over Voyager, but I thought it was most noticable around the Jorgen's site. There it ranged from 3-6" tall. Cute from above, but I didn't want cute. So I made the little grassy guys look awesome. You'll see a lot of that in my photos, mainly because my camera can macro focus like nobody's biz, but the distance shots (see the turtle photo well into the future) aren't as clear. Gotta work with what you got, and I got super close up ability. *shrug* (Plus, I just like making the world look bigger than we perceive it. What better way to do that than make the tiniest things look big?)

The Jungle, Part 1


Obviously, I like the worms eye view of the world. Blame it on being short. Mainly, I think it's a cool way to frame a photo differently and get an angle most people don't see. I mean, what normal person lays down in the mud and moss to look at the BOTTOM of a leaf?

The goal here was to capture the berries in the next picture, but I see I missed them entirely. I think they're behind the big leaf in the foreground... Oops.

#3


Like the ground pine and mushrooms, these little berries were everywhere. I never got around to asking Nick what they were, so feel free to comment on that fact, dude. As it was, my guide was battin' .500 on whether he knew what a plant was.

#4


It's weird posting these thing backwards, but since you started reading at the top, your first entry is my last one.

Regardless, this is just a fun mushroom I saw on the way out of the campsite at Jorgen's Lake. On the way in to camp, we both had an end of the canoe, so I didn't see anything above my head except aluminum, and didn't see much in front of me either, except Nick. Some would argue Nick is much, but that's just mean. ;)

Anyway, that's why any "trail" photos are ground level stuff. That's all I saw.

9.06.2005

brain power

It seems my millions of adoring fans are screaming out for news from the camping trip. Unfortunately, I just don't feel like writing it all up. Instead, I think that as soon as I have time to transfer my photos out of my camera, I'll just post a bit of a photo journal thing. *shrug*

In a brief recap, it was misty and miserable on the trip into the campsite. Everything was wet, and consequently I slipped and twisted my knee. I didn't notice it was even sore until after we made camp and the damn thing stiffened up. Pretty much, it was sore as shit and stiff, but easily ignored UNLESS I was going up or down a hill. Since our campsite was on a huge rock jutting into the lake, that was pretty much anywhere I walked.

Saturday Nick showed me around the lake a bit and he caught Muskie like a madman. Three of them. I had a couple of good hits, but not enough to get the muskie fever going and found myself rather bored with fishing. The lack of mobility I's experiencing prolly didn't help much.

As a result of the knee, we decided Saturday to hike halfway back to a smaller lake and fish for perch, pike and bass on Sunday. Come Sunday morning, though, with the knee no better, I was a bit worried that pulling a halfer on Sunday would make Monday's half miserable, so I opted for heading out early. As it stands, there were hints of a thunderstorm brewing when we finally got back to the ranger station, so it's probably good we did take out.

Besides, I used Monday to good effect, getting the go ahead for a 10th level adventure that's going to be published in a Hurrican Katrina charity project. Unfortunately, that means Organ Grinder stuff is put on hold for the next two or three weeks, and the game night would suffer if we weren't mid adventure.

So, no timeline on the photo stuff, cause I'm lazy as shit when it comes to that. But look for it from time to time.

9.01.2005

dopplegangaliscious

Tonight Nick and I are heading up to Voyager National Forest/Park whatever. We'll be canoing/hiking a few miles out to Shoepack Lake. Should be good fun.

Consequently I won't be blogging til next Tuesday, when I'll be back and very exhausted.

That's about it on this end. I won't go into the myriad of worries I have about the very fabric of the nation unraveling in fuel riots and the like while we're gone. Makes me really wish I had a cell phone, and that's a rare thing. *shrug*

In other news, here's proof that muses aren't solo or loyal, nor do they actually give you time to finish you're idea. My line of product has already been upsold, sort of. Where my idea is a series of generic locations to be useful in any campaign, everyone's gaming hero Monte Cook is putting out a product called Ptolus. It's basically the same thing on a grand scale, only meant to BE the campaign. I read his first design diary for it just now, and most of the ideas I'm spreading around the next few releases are in this one location. Guess who's gonna look like a Johnny Come Lately.

*shrug* Oh well. Guess I stole his muse. Shit happens. At least I'm not charging $120 for my products, which is what the first Ptolus release is running. Of course, that book is like 800 pages or so.....