I had a pretty weird and wild weekend… and I’ve left the demo scene post up long enough (wanted to make sure lots of folks saw it) so I’ll update.
Friday night I did some roleplaying with a good friend; good session, definitely. I gave up on public MU* RP a long time ago; it just takes too long to get things going and I get those creepy hangers-on. But solo runs with friends now and then? All for it.
Saturday I sat around doing very little. Parents were throwing a christmas party upstairs, Jen and Andy were out of town, and I was bored stiff. And somehow… out of that, I managed to do a little Penultima work. I thought, “The intro really needs a kick in the pants to get going, and I wanna try something in scripting…” and tried to do a neat intro cut-scene. And failed. So I tossed the plans and tried version #2. That one flopped too. But version #3 worked! (“That’s what you’re gonna get, lad, the strongest castle in these islands!”)
And from there, well, other things fell into place. Hench chats, intro scripts, the waiting-in-line puzzle homage to Douglas Adams’s “Bureaucracy”… and lo and behold, PR3 is full speed ahead. I didn’t have any great revelation which kicked it off and nothing was unusual about Saturday, but for some reason it just started working again.
Things got a little sour when I forgot to take my Pepcid on Saturday Night and woke up 3 hours later with intense acid reflux. There’s proof that I am in fact reliant on the stuff; sure, if I pop one each night I have no problems at all, but miss ONE DAY and bam I’m screwed… bleah. Stayed up 2 hours working on PR3 since the medicene was taking awhile to work, had a fairly restless sleep until noon.
Sunday I hacked PR3 some, then did some NWN online DMing with the Fleet Streeters. Did NOT pay for the latest WWE PPV fiasco and from the sounds of the reports, that’s a damn good thing — the whole A-Train and Big Show concept went splat. I have very little interest in Raw and Smackdown nowadays. It’s sad, really, I used to be the biggest fan (and in some ways, still am) but they’re just not putting on enough stuff I really WANT to watch. I’m not even going to show a pirated tape of the PPV at my birthday party like I had planned, ’cause I don’t want it stinking up the joint.
Some more restless sleep, then Monday morning hit… and everything hit the fan.
I wake up, wondering if Dad refilled the gas tank on my van like he said he would. See, I came home Thursday and told him “I think I have another day of gas, but it’ll have to be filled tomorrow.” I come home Friday and I remind him “It’s going to need refilling today.” He says “I’ll get to it this weekend.” So I stupidly assume he’ll take care of it and carry on.
Monday I come upstairs and ask “Did you refill my tank?” and he JUMPS on me with: “No, and it’s your fault because you didn’t remind me.”
Okay, explain the logic underlying these three test cases, ALL of which happened in recent times:
Him: “Did you remember to do X, Stefan?”
Me: “No, sorry.”
Him: “I expect you to remember to do things when I tell you!”
Him: “Did you remember to do X, Stefan?”
Me: “No, but you didn’t remind me to.”
Him: “I shouldn’t have to remind you! It’s your responsibility!”
Me: “Did you remember to do X, Dad?”
Him: “No, but it’s your fault because it was your responsibility to remind me!”
A+B+C=WTF? So when I forget, it’s my fault, and when he forgets it’s my fault? When I need a reminder I don’t deserve one, when he needs one he does?
I swear, it’s EXACTLY like Josh says it is… that fanatical need to be right, to defend your own mistakes as being someone else’s fault. The difference being that if he said “Sorry, I forgot” this morning (which I was expecting, really) I wouldn’t have been particularly upset, as long as I could get the tank filled one way or another before work. I wouldn’t have rode his ass like a Texas bull about it, I’d just get the situation dealt with.
Then when I get to work… meetings, reorganization, nobody knows who I’m supposed to ask about taking leave for the time it took to get gas, projects from hell, and so on, and so forth.
And the weekend had been going so well until now. Here’s to hoping when I’m out of this pit in about 7 hours I’ll be back to doing well. .