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Update time...

Well, this weekend (a long weekend in Queensland) was The Big Weekend, Brisbane's only real Roleplaying convention.

Overall, my general feeling of the convention would be "sparse". According to the organizers, there were about 350 people present. It didn't feel like it.

At the Melbourne conventions I've been to you get a much better feel of the people there. During the breaks between sessions you get a lot of people in the rego hall chatting and being social. You don't seem to get that in Brisbane. People go and play their game and then disappear the moment it's over.

Odd.

I had fun, and it was nice to catch up on a lot of people I don't see all that often, but it feels so different compared to Conquest and Arc.

Also on Saturday night was paxford's birthday dinner at the Mongolian BBQ Restaurant. Fun, and it was good to catch up with people.

This morning I went to the real estate office, paid the bond and got the keys! I start moving in tonight.

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draquin
May. 2nd, 2005 09:16 pm (UTC)
Woo Hoo!!! Moving-moving-mooo-vingggg.
YAY!!!!
ozisim
May. 3rd, 2005 12:22 am (UTC)
Whoo!!
We got a place today too!!
long story... wont spam your blog with it.. but yay!
appealed to Agent, got an approval in 10 min!
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I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
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I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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