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Yes, I am still alive.

A combination of too busy, and not physically up to it has kept my LJ posting to a minimum.

The reason I've been too busy is that this time in four days, I will be half way (or more) to Melbourne.

Again, I'm going to Melbourne over Easter to the Conquest Roleplaying Convention. And, again, I am running a game there. Also, again, Stephen (paradigmshifty) is also running stuff there. Well, actually it probably would be more accurate to say that between the two of us, we're running almost half of the freeforms (5 out of 11).

You see, last year when they called for submissions, I sent in the details for the game that I was going to run, we sent in the details for the game we were going to run, and Stephen couldn't make up his mind on which game to submit so he sent details of three games and told them to take their pick. Their pick was, of course, all three.

So, as a result, I am running Friday Night Poker Club, we are running Goodies Rule, KO, KO, KO, OK, KO! and he's running Garbage In, Garbage Out, Toontown Meat Market and Village on the Sand. I, of course, will be helping him run his games, and he will be helping me run mine, and Scott's coming with us and will be helping both of us.

Out of 13 sessions over the Easter weekend, we're running something in 7 of the sessions, and I have a feeling, probably more than that.

Oh dear.

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mijbril
Apr. 3rd, 2004 06:26 am (UTC)
Safe journey & have fun :)
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Desert Rose

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 fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

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

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

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
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
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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