Unknown Boston is my feeling that I should be doing something with all this free time; after all, I quit Asheron’s Call. It’s also my knowledge that the most successful campaign I ever ran started with an utterly complete set of character sheets for every NPC vampire in the city. I GM better when I have the setting fleshed out. It’s also my admiration for the Quail and his New York by Night. Would that I could accomplish something half as cool.
For some odd reason I’m not really comfortable posting long ranty things to my LiveJournal. There’s something weird going on in my head there. I think it’s because I have this constant awareness that I’m dropping an acrid pissed off political rant in the middle of a couple of dozen nice peaceful friends pages, between a perfectly harmless quiz answer and a thoughtful introspective discussion of someone’s day. “If I were a Sluggy Freelance character, I would be — holy shit, what the hell got up his ass?” That sort of thing. Also I keep finding myself self-conscious about profanity, cause I know some of my readers aren’t fond of the stuff.
Or, perhaps, I’m just a snob who derives much of his self-image from being an outsider. Personally, I vary in my opinions.
I also need a place to tuck links to various and sundry pages that don’t need to be in my bookmark list but which do need to be saved somewhere I can go find them. If Mozilla had a bookmark list and a list of folded over page corners, that’d be perfect. But it doesn’t, so I’m just going to stick them in my blog.
So one way or the other, some of the time I’m writing for other people and that fits LiveJournal pretty well. But right now, most of my impulses are directed at writing for myself. Thus, Population: One.