<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614</id><updated>2012-01-27T12:35:46.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber By Design</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-8158735504662270247</id><published>2012-01-25T19:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T19:49:37.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decided I Needed an Apron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRsXnq2UYDA/TyCiCLe4vrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kPKU5lP5cwI/s200/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701735286576823986" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I bought this really cute kitty fabric sometime last year to make a yarn purse/carrier/thingy.  Then I decided that I didn't really want one, so instead I held onto it for something else.  After looking through my patterns, I settled on three different ones - a purse, a lunchbox or an apron.  There wasn't enough fabric for the purse, so I had to put that one aside.  I had enough for the lunchbox, but I wasn't sure if kitty fabric was quite what I wanted.  So, I settled on the apron.  The fabric is a really nice cotton quilt material.  The waistband and second scalloped edged layer are multicolored paw prints on white.  The first and last scalloped edged layer are multi sized dots, some with paw prints in them and then the main scalloped layer is flowered kitties all over it.  The buttons are flowers of two different sizes and five colors - lime, orange, hot pink, red, and lavender.  The ties (not pictured) are made out of the same paw print fabric as the waistband.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun to make.  I'd like to make some more for a craft fair, but maybe a different style.  We'll see what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next project is a cupcake hat made of fleece for Lily's teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-8158735504662270247?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/8158735504662270247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=8158735504662270247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/8158735504662270247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/8158735504662270247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2012/01/decided-i-needed-apron.html' title='Decided I Needed an Apron'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRsXnq2UYDA/TyCiCLe4vrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kPKU5lP5cwI/s72-c/IMG_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-1511063679076438861</id><published>2012-01-23T13:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T13:06:45.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My daugher is obsessed with Monster High!</title><content type='html'>She absolutely loves EVERYTHING Monster High.&amp;nbsp; She has a bunch of the dolls and the rag dolls.&amp;nbsp; And even some furniture for her dolls.&amp;nbsp; It's gotten to the point where I am thinking of Monster High things to make for her.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to make some clothes for the dolls.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, even though they are 12" tall, they aren't shaped the same as Barbies, so the patterns for clothes that I have won't work.&amp;nbsp; About all I can make would be skirts.&amp;nbsp; After a while that gets rather boring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VKjaoKTloFs/Tx2fOkSqd4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/iYZKE1Mb8pg/s1600/claw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VKjaoKTloFs/Tx2fOkSqd4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/iYZKE1Mb8pg/s200/claw.jpg" width="85" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcedR5DWv1w/Tx2fhfYJZnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nZBp7_C3A2o/s1600/IMG_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcedR5DWv1w/Tx2fhfYJZnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nZBp7_C3A2o/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though, I can't really make anything for her dolls, I did finish her nightie the other night.&amp;nbsp; It's made from black and purple zebra print flannel, which is the pattern and colors associated with Clawdeen Wolfe.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The nightie is made from a Simplicity pattern though she opted to leave the buttons off of the front ruffle area.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I still have slippers and a sleep mask to make for her, but I have to get out the batting from its hiding place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rk3GKGyt2Kc/Tx2gmcYw1xI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bSH6IYc8Jrs/s1600/IMG_7842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rk3GKGyt2Kc/Tx2gmcYw1xI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bSH6IYc8Jrs/s320/IMG_7842.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zurb53FHlWw/Tx2hcECN-mI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bkMXw0zPfOQ/s1600/drac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zurb53FHlWw/Tx2hcECN-mI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bkMXw0zPfOQ/s200/drac.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also made her Halloween costume this past year, like I do pretty much every year.&amp;nbsp; She wanted to be Draculara, so we found this really nice fabric that was black and had sparkly silver skulls and crossbones all over it.&amp;nbsp; Our original idea was for a long, sheath dress, since that would be the easiest to make.&amp;nbsp; It really didn't look too much like Draculara once we got done with it, but she was still happy.&amp;nbsp; Its really hard to see the skulls and crossbones in the picture, but they are the little blurs.&amp;nbsp; Since it was cool, she wanted something to wear, so we made a cape out of hot pink crushed panne velvet.&amp;nbsp; The dress looked a little plain by itself, so I made a belt out of hot pink felt and trimmed it with silver ribbon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After all was said and done, she ended up being our own made up Monster High girl named Petra Cemetaria, the daughter of the Grave Digger.&amp;nbsp; I have some of the fabric left over, so I am planning to make her a rag doll based off of her character.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the car the other day, we made up another Monster High girl by the name of Skeletina Bones, daughter of the School Skeleton.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea where that is going. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-1511063679076438861?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/1511063679076438861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=1511063679076438861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1511063679076438861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1511063679076438861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-daugher-is-obsessed-with-monster.html' title='My daugher is obsessed with Monster High!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VKjaoKTloFs/Tx2fOkSqd4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/iYZKE1Mb8pg/s72-c/claw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-4913669873268261016</id><published>2012-01-18T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:54:26.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a New Year...</title><content type='html'>...I hope that this time around I can keep up with stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all of these wonderful plans to keep up with my blog and then I sit down and watch reruns of "American Pickers" for four hours.&amp;nbsp; I really need to stop doing that.&amp;nbsp; But it's just so - engaging.&amp;nbsp; Don't ask why, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I really am going to try this year.&amp;nbsp; I really am.&amp;nbsp; So for starters, I am redoing the look of my blog and changing the name - again.&amp;nbsp; I decided that I really didn't like A Dragonfly in Amber.&amp;nbsp; Since I want it to be something that I can attach to my craft projects that I make to sell, I want something that will look good on a tag.&amp;nbsp; I have decided on "Amber By Design".&amp;nbsp; Sound good?&amp;nbsp; I think so.&amp;nbsp; So therefore, I am going to change the name and I have found a couple of nifty templates that I want to work with.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, within the next few days that transformation will be complete.&amp;nbsp; That is, of course, if History Channel doesn't show anymore reruns of "American Pickers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for now.&amp;nbsp; Laundry and Lily's Clawdeen Wolfe nightie are calling.&amp;nbsp; Must get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-4913669873268261016?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/4913669873268261016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=4913669873268261016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/4913669873268261016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/4913669873268261016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s a New Year...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-7465242377359984649</id><published>2011-09-28T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:35:44.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a year so far...</title><content type='html'>Well, I realized the other day that I hadn't posted anything in far too long.  Then again, this year has just been too hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp for Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working far too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car problems out the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleas on the cat and in the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't even had time to game!  And that really SUCKS!  Really, really SUCKS!  I have so many ideas for games but I just can't seem to find the time or the energy to get anything together.  And it's heading for the holidays, which kills most chances of gaming.  And the fleas don't help.  Still working on killing those off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway,  Lily had a great time at camp this summer.  She went to the Boys and Girls Club in a nearby town and had an absolute blast.  She loved every moment of it and can't wait to go back again next year.  Everyone there was great and very friendly.  I am glad that we found a good place for her to go during the summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car problems...well, there were all kinds of those.  My husband's car went wacky and wouldn't start.  My father-in-law had it for a month trying to fix all of the things that went wrong with it - fuses, alternator, battery, and so on.  He finally got it fixed (in the meantime, Doc had my car and I drove my dad's pink pickup truck.  Yes, pink.  Bright, raspberry pink.  Lily loved that!) and we got it back and things were all good.  Till yesterday.  The brakes weren't very good in the first place.  I planned on having those fixed when we got the tax check, but that's not happening.  So my father-in-law is on his way to go get brake pads.  But, then the overdrive light came on - which means that something is wiggy with the transaxle.  That's when Doc tells me that the transmission wasn't shifting.  I think that I am probably going to be driving the pink pickup again.  That's ok with Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car had a have an emergency tire-ectomy a couple of weeks ago.   Got out of work and noticed that my tire was almost flat.  I went across the road to put air in it and could hear the air leaking right back out.  The closest car place was Firestone and they told me that I could have my car back on Monday.  That was a Friday afternoon.  It was going to take them that long to put on a tire?  Pep Boys on the other hand had a new tire on the car in 20 minutes and gave me a good deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is right around the corner and I have been working fast and furious on costumes.  Doc is going to go as his own crime scene this year.  Easy costume - black sweats, white ribbon, yellow felt, red felt and some black fleece.  Lily was going to be Draculara from Monster High, but the costumes are too expensive to buy, so we decided to make one.  We found some nice fabric at JoAnn's  that is black and has silver sparkly skulls and crossbones all over it.  The dress I made is really nice, but not very Draculara so we made a new character named Petra Cemetaria, daughter of the Grave Digger.  She's excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My costume is a Victorian Time Traveler.  It's made from a Simplicity pattern with two different fabrics - keys and pocket watches.  There are lots of little doodads hanging from the front.  I even made a hat, though it didn't come out quite the way that I wanted it, but it still looks nice.  I did find a pair of Steampunk inspired goggles at the local Halloween store to attach to the hat.  It looks much better with the goggles on it.  I will post pictures of all of the costumes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now working on my second Halloween costume.  I get to dress up twice at work - once for the mall wide trick or treat and once for Halloween.  My second costume is a pirate.  Working on the coat right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, off to work on stuff and laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-7465242377359984649?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/7465242377359984649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=7465242377359984649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7465242377359984649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7465242377359984649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-what-year-so-far.html' title='Oh what a year so far...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-3508951968827059690</id><published>2011-01-02T20:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:03:26.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment of Silence for my Iron</title><content type='html'>After about seven years, my iron has died.  It is a crafter's nightmare.   And I was almost done with Lily's next new dress.   *sigh*  Now, mind you, this was not one of those grand $50 irons that you buy at the craft store, but just a Hamilton Beach iron that I probably paid $10 for.  But still - it's the fact that it died!!!  *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TSEjGUpu7hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SBGA2D0sMbo/s1600/IMG_6956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TSEjGUpu7hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SBGA2D0sMbo/s200/IMG_6956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557762006681841170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did however get her other dress done before the iron crapped out on me.  The pattern was a Simplicity Daisy Kingdom pattern that used three different fabrics to construct the pants and top.  It also has a matching purse but the way she's holding it, you can't really see it.  The fabrics were all dark blue - one with yellow stars and moons, one with multi-colored stars and the other has little fairies all over it with phrases about sweet dreams and wishes.  It's a little big.  I did have to tack in the waistband a bit.  It always ends up that way.  The 5's are always too small, while the 6's are too big.  Oh well, not like she won't grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still somewhat annoyed about the iron, so I am going to go do something else so I don't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-3508951968827059690?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/3508951968827059690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=3508951968827059690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/3508951968827059690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/3508951968827059690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2011/01/moment-of-silence.html' title='A Moment of Silence for my Iron'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TSEjGUpu7hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SBGA2D0sMbo/s72-c/IMG_6956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-7491789571317078089</id><published>2010-12-31T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:14:42.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating Around in My Head</title><content type='html'>Some days thoughts just float around in their for so long and I can't get rid of them.  Today specifically one of my old stories popped back into my mind and didn't go away.  I think I posted about it some time ago, but I can't remember.  But I figure if I didn't, at least I would get it out and maybe get around to doing something with it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really work well in the fantasy genre since I can just  make it all up as I go.  This one in particular is about a man who is a former adventurer but settled down to take over a keep and protect the town that had sprung up around it.  Not long after settling down, he married a young woman from the town.  She was pretty and young and very kind.  Everyone loved her.  Especially the new Lord of the keep.  They were married for two years before she came with child.  They were both very excited.  But things were doomed.  Mother and child died in childbirth.  The Lord of the Keep was devastated.  His entire life was over.  It all seemed so meaningless to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat in his keep moping about his loss.  Sure it was terrible, but after another year of mourning, he should have gotten past it.  But he hadn't.  The servants and his adviser felt that he needed to move on.  Either marry or find something else to occupy his time.  Sitting around and feeling sorry for himself was not going to make her or the child return, nor would it make him feel any  better.  The Lord agreed with this and did what he could to become more involved.  It was hard, especially when his adviser started parading young woman at him for prospective wives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, the Lord made up his mind.  He could no longer stay at the Keep he'd worked so hard at building back up.  There were too many memories there and he was tired of them trying to run his life.  So in the dark of night, he crept out with only the barest of possessions and his steed.  He rode in the darkness to a nearby town where he got provisions before riding on.  After a few days he came to a city (that as of yet does not have a name).  This city was not large, but it definitely had everything an adventurer could want.  Suddenly, the Lord realized that he was on his way to becoming an adventurer again and wandered if that was the path for him.  He sat in a tavern, drinking his ale and thinking back on his life and wandering what was ahead for him.  Without an invitation, a pretty dark haired woman seated herself at his table and started up a conversation with him.  She seemed confident and not at all like the kind of woman he would associate himself with.  That didn't stop her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, he left the tavern and started on his way to the nearby inn.  His mood had not lightened any and in fact seemed a little darker.  That was when he realized that he was being followed.  And by the dark haired woman no less.  His skills returned in a flood and he spun on her, catching her off guard.  He confronted her and they had a minor battle, mostly of words.  Steel clashed and he disarmed her.  Feeling confident, he stepped to her and questioned her loudly.  She confessed that she was following him, but only to find out exactly what his intentions were.  (Maybe not intentions.  That may not be the word that I am looking for.  I can't really keep it straight.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They end up at another tavern, this one somewhat seedier.  She tells him that she had a feeling about him the moment that she saw him.  This made him chuckle.  He was pretty sure that he'd used that line before.  After some conversation, she admits that she's gathering adventurers to go on an excursion to the north to look for some long lost tomb and a great item there.  (Not sure what either of those are at the moment)  He tells her that he's not interested, but she cons him into it after some serious persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - well, that's as far as I have gotten.  I know, not much, but I can't seem to get past that part.  I definitely can't think of what the tomb or the item in question would be.  I keep thinking an orb, but I don't want to use that.  They seem over used.  Not really wanting a sword or armor.  More something unusual.  As for the tomb, probably a king or warrior of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go tuck in the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-7491789571317078089?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/7491789571317078089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=7491789571317078089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7491789571317078089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7491789571317078089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2010/12/floating-around-in-my-head.html' title='Floating Around in My Head'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-3735942959976149083</id><published>2010-12-29T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:24:58.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Cards are the Best Christmas Present Ever!</title><content type='html'>There is something so very satisfying about going shopping and spending very little money of your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a big day out yesterday and Lily had a good time, though she did pitch a fit in one of the stores.  I think she was overstimulated.  We hit up Joann Fabrics and I got some stuff for my polymer clay work.  But unfortunately, the leaf I worked so very hard on broke.  I was rather heart broken cause I worked on that one leaf for close to an hour.  I will sit down and work on it again later.  Not sure if I could fix the broken part or if I need to start over.  At least I have the mica powders for it now, so I can make it shiny.  Picked up some robot rubber stamps for Doc at Michaels Crafts.  Lily thought they were quite funny and so did Doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up Doc at work and had a good lunch at Casa Brava - a great Mexican restaurant in town.  We have been there often enough that all of the waiters know us.  Kind of scary when you think about it.  After lunch, Lily and I headed off to spend her gift cards at the mall.  We made a side stop at Borders Books.  Unfortunately, ours is going out of business in the next week or so.  Fortunately, they had all of their blue tag bargain books at 75% off.  I got some fantasy romance books (at least I think that's what they are), a historical romance, and another one that I am really not sure what it would be classified as.  I think it's called "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Monster-1959-David-Maine/dp/B0042P5824/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1293635278&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Monster 1959&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I thought Doc might like it, but I will most likely read it, too.  All of their regular books were 40% off.  I got a couple of Forgotten Realms books, "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/God-Catcher-Greenwood-Presents-Waterdeep/dp/0786954868/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1293635458&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The God Catcher&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wrath-Blue-Lady-Mel-Odom/dp/0786951923/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1293635485&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Wrath of the Blue Lady&lt;/a&gt;".  There wasn't much left.  Only a couple of shelves of SciFi/Fantasy.  The kids books were almost non-existent.  They had a few blue tag bargain books left.  Lily got all of the WITCH books.  I don't know much about them, but they were 50c and she likes them.  They are part chapter book and part comic book.  She got 10 books I think for a little over $4.00.  She was very excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the mall after that.  Build-A-Bear was our first stop.  She got a pink outfit for her bear.  After that was Justice, where we had our little fit about things.  She got a couple of sweaters and lip gloss.  But she spent all of her gift card on the sweaters and then wanted to look at accessories.  I told her that the sweaters took up all of her money and started to say but we could look at the accessories anyway - when the crying and grumping started.  She calmed down after a few minutes, but still, it was unnecessary on her part.  After that was Target, and a better mood.  She got some Polly Pockets and we picked up a copy of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.  It was $5.99.  I heard that it wasn't that great, but for that price I can handle not really liking it that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barnes and Nobles was out next stop.  We had to order some stuff for Doc.  After the failed attempt at the website - it wouldn't discount with the member number and that was just annoying.  We ordered him some Jean Luc Ponty CDs and the Cubicle Seven Doctor Who RPG.  We are hoping that the one that we ordered has the David Tennant cover.  I don't really want the Matt Smith cover, I like David Tennant better.  MUCH better.  =o)  I did however pick up a Doctor Who novel, which I will read no matter who the Doctor is.  I also got a couple of blank notebooks for a really good price.  Lily got a ton of books.  Some Magic Tree House books and a couple of Fairy Books. Her favorite, though, would be &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Junie-Jones-Stupid-Smelly-Book/dp/0375841563/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1293636209&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Junie B Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus&lt;/a&gt;.  If you haven't looked at the Junie B Jones series, you should.  They are very funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good day off.  Have tomorrow off, too.  Deciding whether or not to head back to Joann's.  Patterns on are sale.  As for now, have to get ready for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-3735942959976149083?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/3735942959976149083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=3735942959976149083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/3735942959976149083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/3735942959976149083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2010/12/gift-cards-are-best-christmas-present.html' title='Gift Cards are the Best Christmas Present Ever!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-935741675723494907</id><published>2010-12-27T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:16:12.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TRlD21ombtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/15PKZAfWQK8/s1600/fceb3c73-34c9-40a7-881f-31f3b10f3b88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TRlD21ombtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/15PKZAfWQK8/s200/fceb3c73-34c9-40a7-881f-31f3b10f3b88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555546224727584466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Somedays, I feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that the holidays are over.  Well, the large portion of the holidays. I can deal with New Year's Eve and New Year's Day.  Not open as long at work and one of them off.  Not bad.  Now it's just return central and everyone is cranky cause I don't have anything in stock now.  Should have thought of that before you bought them.  That's my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Tuesday.  My day off with my little girl.  We're gonna go spend gift cards.  Nothing like spending gift cards.  That's one of my favorite things to get for Christmas.  Nothing like going shopping without spending your money.  =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's gonna hit up Barnes and Noble, Build A Bear, Target and Justice.  She's all excited.  I'm going to Barnes and Noble and JoAnn's.  We're going to go pick up Daddy at work and go get Mexican for lunch.  Looking forward to that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note -&lt;br /&gt;I started reading a new book today called "Stones, Bones and Ancient Cities" by Doctor Lawrence Robbins.  It's about great discoveries in archaeological history and the origins of humans.  I'm not very far into it, but it's really good so far.  I like the way he writes.  It's easy to read and very informative without being too much.  But I realized something as I was reading - something that I learned in school was not right.  We were taught in my Anthropology class in high school that Richard Leakey discovered Lucy in the Olduvai Gorge in the 70s.  But in reality it was discovered in Ethiopia by Donald Johanson in 1974.  Not exactly the same thing.  I also learned that Lucy has been estimated to be 2.9 million years old.  Much older than my class learned.  I find it very interesting how school books aren't really right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cooler note, I read the following passage "Leakey's first expedition to Olduvai included Hans Reck, A. Trindell Hopwood, who was a leading authority on fossils from Britain, and Captain J. Hewlett, a noted hunter  In addition, there was staff of 18 Africans. ... Leakey's description of the 1931 Olduvai expedition is punctuated with excitement.  He reports that their camp was surrounded at night with the glowing eyes of hyenas and lions.  On another occasion during the trip he relates that when Reck and Hewlett were on duty with a water party they had a pitched battle with some lions, while on another occasion I was charged point blank by an angry rhinoceros and had to kill in self defense".  The imagery involved in that passage led me to think about how great of a plot for an adventure story/RPG this would make.  I noted archaeologist, a photographer, a hunter, and some other scientist, along with a gaggle of natives go searching for some long lost city/creature/being/or something such.  I know that this is pretty normal for a plot, but I am sure that something could be tossed in to make it crazy.  Which reminds me of a GURPS Adventure game that I played in once.  We went searching for Mokele Mbembe.  That was fun.  Ahhh...the days when I had time to do things like game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some day soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-935741675723494907?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/935741675723494907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=935741675723494907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/935741675723494907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/935741675723494907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughts-for-monday.html' title='Thoughts for Monday'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TRlD21ombtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/15PKZAfWQK8/s72-c/fceb3c73-34c9-40a7-881f-31f3b10f3b88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-1969463395893508587</id><published>2010-12-25T20:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T20:54:06.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry XMAS!</title><content type='html'>Another Christmas come and gone.  I do hope that everyone had a good one and that all is well out there in cyber-town.  Part of me is glad that it is over and done with, but another part of me is so sad that it all seems to boil down to who has the most stuff.  Being in retail, I see it on a regular basis.  Families come in and yell at each other about who gets what and then somebody cries and storms out.  I asked Lily what the meaning of Christmas was to her, and she said (I'm paraphrasing here), "Christmas is about giving to others.  Getting presents is nice, too, but giving to others is nicer."  I think she understands more than most adults do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of gifts - Lily really enjoyed all of the stuff that I made for her.  In fact she's running around in her alien/robot skirt right now.  She also got a new pair of slippers, a new coat, a Batman Beyond action figure (I think that is her favorite Batman of all of them), some Liv doll stuff and a hot pink keyboard that records what she plays.  She's been singing and dancing most of the day.  She also got some gift cards which are burning a hole in her pocket.  Then again, I know how she feels.  I can't wait to go to Joann Fabrics and get some stuff that I really don't need.  Heehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I started working with Polymer clay and I am having difficulty with getting it to soften up, so I am thinking about getting a clay machine - looks like a pasta machine.  I actually have a pasta machine already, but I don't want to use it for clay just in case I want to make pasta at some point.  I don't know.  Then again, I may want to get some fabric or some decor for my Steampunk costume.  I'll figure it out when I get there.  =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a gift card to Barnes and Noble, but I am not really sure what I want.  I am considering a Doctor Who book, but I am not sure.  The last time I looked they only had the ones that I checked out from the library already.  Nothing wrong with adding them to my collection, though.  I also want one of the fancy notebooks that they have up on the bargain books.  I like those best for writing my story ideas and such in.  Not like I do anything with them, but I do love to write.  One of these days maybe I will do something with one of them.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-1969463395893508587?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/1969463395893508587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=1969463395893508587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1969463395893508587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1969463395893508587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry XMAS!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-3366035281360347328</id><published>2010-12-24T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T20:21:25.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little something for your Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here it is, Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; We're sitting and watching Dirty Jobs.&amp;nbsp; How very Holiday of us, huh?&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; I will watch White Christmas after Lily goes to bed.&amp;nbsp; That's my only real holiday movie.&amp;nbsp; There are some cartoons I like, too, but since Cartoon Network shows them a million times a day, I get rather sick of them.&amp;nbsp; I do like the Foster's Christmas Special, though.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc showed me a great Holiday video that I thought I'd pass along to all of the nerds and geeks out there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/xUUlRc2i1Jg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUUlRc2i1Jg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUUlRc2i1Jg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;May you have a Merry Christmas, Happy Yule, Happy Kwanza, Happy Hanukkah, and whatever else you celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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It seems like I do nothing but listen to people complain at me because something is sold out or takes too long to order.  And the entire time, in the back of my mind, I am thinking - "Well, why didn't you come in a month ago when there were a ton of them?"  Oh well.  'Tis the season, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that salvages this holiday season anymore is my daughter.  I love to buy gifts for her and make things for her.  She's always so happy to get something and is very receptive to homemade gifts.  Going to the craft store to pick stuff out for something is one of her favorite things to do.  Besides going to Build-A-Bear, which I think tops the list of her favorite things to do.  There are times when I get my Jo-Ann's paper in the mail and she sees it she gets all excited and thinks that we are going there right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for Christmas I did the going out and buy her things part of it, but I made just as much stuff for her as I bought for her.  I made her several skirts (one yellow with pastel dragonflies and butterflies on it; one yellow with red apples and honeybees on it; a brown flannel one cause for some reason finding a brown skirt for a six year old girl is almost impossible, a black one with watermelon slices all over it and a blue flannel one with aliens on it), a nightgown (pink flannel with fairy princesses, dragons and castles on it), a robe (pink striped sparkle flannel), a fleece poncho (brown with multi-colored polka dots), a dress (royal blue with dark blue and yellow dots which says looks like the earth and the moon) and a pair of pajamas (pink cotton with little white flowers).  I also whipped out several Barbie outfits (mostly skirts because those are so easy to make), some Build-A-Bear skirts and some stuff for Fancy Nancy.  Heck I even crocheted a pair of legwarmers for Fancy Nancy.  Bright rainbow colored legwarmers, even.  I didn't have time to finish everything though.  It's hard to sit and sew for her when she's right there, either watching TV or staring at me.  I still have a dress to make, a tunic top that has matching pants (which she chose the fabric for and I have to say she's has really good taste.  There are three coordinating fabrics - navy blue with stars and moons all over it; navy blue with stars and moons all over it; and navy blue with fairies splattered everywhere.), a pair of Angelina Ballerina pajamas and a skirt with penguins on it.  Not too bad considering the pile I started out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make oth&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TROgQVdBmXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JWFGKbvlAyk/s1600/IMG_6815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TROgQVdBmXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JWFGKbvlAyk/s200/IMG_6815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553958967975188850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er things for Christmas, but retail makes it hard to spend a lot of time sewing and crafting. I did make her teacher a bracelet with little fantasy charms on it.   From left to right - a treasure box (there's a treasure box in the room that the kids get to chose something from when they do good for a whole week); a ring of keys (cause every treasure box needs keys); a lion (school mascot); a pegasus; a frame with a picture of Lily in it; a crystal  ball; a fairy; a royal carriage; a frog prince and a fairy box (which was supposed to have glitter in it, but I couldn't find my glitter glue).  Her teacher loved it and it was a blast to make.  I wanted to make matching earrings, but I didn't have time for that, too.  I did however get extra crystal balls so I can make myself some earrings in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TROg-touIfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mWIZWZdhp00/s1600/IMG_6873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TROg-touIfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mWIZWZdhp00/s200/IMG_6873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553959764740678130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some cat toys, too.  I usually buy them toys, but this year I wanted to do something different.  So I made some.  Lily is being a wonderful model for the cat toys.  The tan one is a mackerel and it's dead (the eyes are little 'x's')  and the orange one is supposed to be a giant goldfish cracker.  Ronin, our cat, loves goldfish crackers.  I felt it only appropriate to make him his own toy goldfish.  I had plans to make other toys, like a gingerbread man (which I may still be able to whip out), a hot air balloon ( I even drew up a really nice pattern for one, but I didn't get around to them.  Maybe for Valentine's day), a piece of candy and a teddy bear.  Ronin doesn't really need more kitty toys, so it's not like he's notice that they aren't there.  I'll try them later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been summoned to watch TV with  my little bunny, so I am off.  =o)  Have a nice Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-9206405717160145827?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/9206405717160145827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=9206405717160145827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/9206405717160145827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/9206405717160145827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2010/12/only-two-days-till-christmas.html' title='Only Two Days Till Christmas'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TROgQVdBmXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JWFGKbvlAyk/s72-c/IMG_6815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-7985422779292857732</id><published>2010-12-22T21:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T22:35:46.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Start and Not Even the New Year - Yet!</title><content type='html'>One of my New Year's Resolutions this year - and possibly my only one, cause I am really bad about keeping up with them - is to write something on my blog everyday.  I have been really bad about it, obviously, and I want to rectify that.  Not everything I say is important.  Heck, most things I say are just cause I feel the need to open my mouth and let things come out.  Most of the time those things don't make sense.  Oh well.  Nothing new there.  =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onto the post -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was looking at all of these web pages for making felt food.  Yes, you read that right - FELT FOOD.  I mean, some of this stuff is amazing.  You should really check out some of these pages because I can't believe some of the things that you can do with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://juliekintaiwan.wordpress.com/2008/09/08/soft-sushi-toys/"&gt;Soft Sushi Food Toys&lt;/a&gt; - This lady made sushi toys out of terry cloth and felt.  They look amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skiptomylou.org/2009/03/09/felt-brown-bag-lunch-tutorial/"&gt;Felt Brown Bag Lunch&lt;/a&gt; - My daughter asked me if it was real.  It took a little bit for her to understand that it was all made of felt - including the lunch bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://helpinglittlehands.blogspot.com/2010/01/felt-scrambled-eggs-felt-food-cook.html"&gt;Scrambled Eggs&lt;/a&gt; - These eggs look amazing.  She also has a tutorial on how to make a fried egg as well as a full breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinktea-cj.blogspot.com/2010/02/tutorial-felt-sugar-cookies_04.html"&gt;Sugar Cookies&lt;/a&gt; - These cookies look good enough to eat.  I really love the stuff on her page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this looking at felt food made Lily decide on her Halloween costume.  She wants to be a breakfast plate.  A very creative idea for a six year old.  She wasn't sure exactly how to do it, but I came up with that while I was at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 -A large piece of white felt, some cotton batting and all of the necessary sewing items.  Cut felt and batting into a large circle and stitch around the edges to hold it together.  Stitch a little further in to make it look like the ridge on the plate.  Do the same for the back.  Attach ribbon to the top of the plates so that it can be worn over the shoulders, like a sandwich board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Yellow felt, white felt, some polyfill and necessary sewing items.  Cut a round portion of the yellow felt to look like an egg yolk.  Cut a portion of the white felt to look like the egg white that's been fried.  Probably best to cut two of each and sew them together to make it a little stiffer.  Don't want limp eggs.  Attach the yolk to the white, leaving a small opening to add stuffing, then sew closed.  On the plate and the back of the egg, add velcro fasteners so that it sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Brown felt, tan felt and necessary sewing items.  Cut two strips of brown felt to look like bacon and tan felt to look like fat stripes.  Once again, it's probably best to cut additional of the brown so that the bacon appears to be a little crisper.  Not necessary to do this for the fat stripes.  Sew all around the edges of the bacon and sew the fat stripes on, then attach velcro to the back and the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Tan felt, yellow felt, brown felt, polyfill and necessary sewing items.  Cut four large circles from the tan felt.  Sew two together to make one large pancake.  Now there are two options here for how to make them look fluffy.  Either stuff with polyfill, which will give you a fluffy pancake, but will also give you a flat edge; OR, cut a strip of the tan to sew to the edge of one piece of felt.  Then attach the other piece to the strip, then leaving an opening, stuff that.  This will give a flat edge and give the appearance of a fuller pancake.  Think a slice of bread and how the sides are flat.  Do this twice - either way you like - for two pancakes.  With the yellow felt, cut two squares and one long strip.  Assemble the same as the second pancake suggestion and stuff.  This makes the butter pat.  Set aside.  With the brown felt cut two pieces that resemble a splash of syrup.  Sew these together, quilting as you like.  Attach these to the pancakes and set the buttery pat on top.  You can use velcro or just sew it down, but do attach velcro to the back and to the plate so that your pancakes stay in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have a full plate.  Granted you can adjust these however you like.  If you don't want bacon, just cut circles and strips from brown felt and construct like the pancakes to make sausage patties.  For links, cut two rectangles, sew together and gather the ends, then stuff to make links.  For scrambled eggs instead of fried, follow the directions from the page listed above, just make them larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For headpiece, I decided on an orange slice.  You know how when you get breakfast out at somewhere like Cracker Barrel, they always give you an orange slice.  You'll need orange felt, white felt, batting, and a headband.  I haven't quite figured out how to get it attached to the headband or how to make it stand up correctly.  What I did figure out is the basic design.  Use the general idea found &lt;a href="http://www.cutoutandkeep.net/projects/citrus_wheel_or_slice_of_lemon"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to make the orange slice, only make it a half moon.  Then attach it, somehow, to the headband.  I suppose instead of a headband, you could always use one of the bridal skull caps and cover that with orange satin or cotton and then sew the orange slice onto that.  Still have to work out the particulars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the trick or treat bag, we decided on a cereal bowl full of cheerios.  There are plenty of purse patterns available and it shouldn't been too hard to make one look like a cereal bowl.  The hardest part will be cutting out and sewing on all of the cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have some time till Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the felt food made me think of things that could be made out of felt.  It was at that moment that my daughter walked up to me and asked me to cut out her "I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TRLCjrrqyLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2PkuvW_WGYs/s1600/IMG_6868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TRLCjrrqyLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2PkuvW_WGYs/s200/IMG_6868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553715208778336434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;phone".  She had drawn a pretend Iphone on a piece of paper.  A spark and twenty minutes later -- VOILA! -- a felt pink IPhone.  She's probably the&lt;br /&gt;happie&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TRLDDipxZtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NLQtHp0SFo4/s1600/IMG_6869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TRLDDipxZtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NLQtHp0SFo4/s200/IMG_6869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553715756110276306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;st kid in the universe at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it.  My day of felty thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-7985422779292857732?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/7985422779292857732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=7985422779292857732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7985422779292857732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7985422779292857732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2010/12/fresh-start-and-not-even-new-year-yet.html' title='A Fresh Start and Not Even the New Year - Yet!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/TRLCjrrqyLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2PkuvW_WGYs/s72-c/IMG_6868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-275234712774619875</id><published>2010-08-23T19:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:16:07.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REDO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/THMNqc9D6CI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RdqRvtDr8jc/s1600/IMG_6550.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have decided to redo my blog.  I don't really have enough nerdy thoughts right at the moment so I have decided instead to just post about things.  Anything.  The way I originally wanted to do it and didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on that note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently decided that I am not a complete dolt when it comes to baking bread.  In fact, many years ago I made a fabulous loaf of sun-dried tomato herb bread.  It was the best I think that I had ever had.  Since then, though, I haven't had any luck.  The last batch of bread I tried to make ended up not rising and being completely flat and hard.  It was very depressing.  I gave up after that.   That was about five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, however, was a whole different story.  I decided to try again.  I found a recipe on &lt;a href="http://www.allrecipes.com/"&gt;AllRecipes&lt;/a&gt; for Egg Bread.  It sounded absolutely wonderful.  Check out the recipe &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Homemade-Egg-Bread/Detail.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!  I got it all mixed together and it had just the right amount of elasticity and everything.  Only problem, I couldn't get it to rise.  My kitchen just isn't warm enough.  Not even with the oven on.  Here came the depression.  I started to feel like I had wasted my money and was going to be throwing it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at that moment - the buzzer on my dryer went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute.  Where in my home did I have a consistent source of heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DRYER!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/THMOI1SEHDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TjkNDlP2xEI/s1600/IMG_6550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/THMOI1SEHDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TjkNDlP2xEI/s200/IMG_6550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508762314108836914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that moment that I found the best place to make bread rise.  I sat the bowl on the top of the dryer while it ran and placed a towel over top of it.  Two hours later it had doubled in size and was well on it's way to being a fabulous loaf of bread.  I made a tasty pair of Braided Egg Bread Loaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me so happy to have made this bread.  It seems like such a small accomplishment, but for me to have made something like this and have it come out so well, it really was a confidence booster.  So much so, that I made another batch of bread today.  This time I made &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Buttermilk-Herb-Bread/Detail.aspx"&gt;Buttermilk Herb Bread&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't have any photos of that one, but let me tell you.  OMG!  It has the most amazing taste.  I really recommend both recipes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'm trying Brioche.  We'll see if I can handle a French Country Bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/THMNf0njNbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kR_WuqMI580/s1600/IMG_6550.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-275234712774619875?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/275234712774619875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=275234712774619875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/275234712774619875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/275234712774619875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2010/08/redo.html' title='REDO!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/THMOI1SEHDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TjkNDlP2xEI/s72-c/IMG_6550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-3023163890065992686</id><published>2010-08-23T15:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:14:51.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Doof</title><content type='html'>Well, so things haven't been getting done around my blog lately and I do apologize.  I think that I haven't really had much to say and that I have ignored things too long.  So, as of today, things are going to change around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days, I am going to change things around on my blog.  Since I can't seem to find time to game these days and haven't really felt like working on game stuff  (Terrible, I know), I'm going to just shift my focus to other things - including game stuff, when I have something to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-3023163890065992686?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/3023163890065992686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=3023163890065992686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/3023163890065992686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/3023163890065992686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-doof.html' title='I&apos;m a Doof'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-8037144970605974945</id><published>2010-02-11T09:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:41:52.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Goofiness</title><content type='html'>I can't figure out what to make for dinner next week, so I went perusing for recipes via the intertrons.  I didn't find anything that I really wanted to make, but I did find something really amusing.  A &lt;a href="http://jamesoff.net/site/fun/random-recipe-generator/"&gt;Random Recipe Generator&lt;/a&gt;.  I laughed so hard.  This is the first one that I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="recipe_name"&gt;Spiced Poached Courgettes&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="recipe_serves"&gt;Serves 1&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/S3QWYMRHiII/AAAAAAAAAFw/MoxzpxAqSQU/s1600-h/organic_courgettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/S3QWYMRHiII/AAAAAAAAAFw/MoxzpxAqSQU/s200/organic_courgettes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436995255008725122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You will need: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/S3QWYMRHiII/AAAAAAAAAFw/MoxzpxAqSQU/s1600-h/organic_courgettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;" class="recipe_needs"&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 courgettes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 chillis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Instructions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic;" class="recipe_instr"&gt;&lt;li&gt;throw the chillis away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grill the courgettes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enjoy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to go looking for a courgette.  Couldn't they have just said 'zucchini'?  It would have been much easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I got this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="recipe_name"&gt;Mint Sauce Soup&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="recipe_serves"&gt;Serves 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You will need: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;" class="recipe_needs"&gt;&lt;li&gt;20ml exotic sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50ml mint sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 apples&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Instructions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-style: italic;" class="recipe_instr"&gt;&lt;li&gt;pre-heat the oven to 230 C&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rinse the mint sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;microwave the exotic sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;heat the exotic sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;throw the apples away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bake for 30 minutes and serve hot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I'm afraid that by the time one rinsed the mint sauce there wouldn't be a whole lot left to microwave then heat.  Then again, this may be gourmet and rinsing the mint sauce may be important.  Or maybe the jar that it's in is dirty.   One never knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone needs to try these recipes.  They sound amazing. =o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-8037144970605974945?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/8037144970605974945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=8037144970605974945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/8037144970605974945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/8037144970605974945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-goofiness.html' title='Random Goofiness'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/S3QWYMRHiII/AAAAAAAAAFw/MoxzpxAqSQU/s72-c/organic_courgettes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-1756155338340586610</id><published>2010-02-09T10:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:51:43.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/S3GDxFW4RoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jbEmlBOrrDg/s1600-h/IMG_4728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/S3GDxFW4RoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jbEmlBOrrDg/s200/IMG_4728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436271104487868034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on vacation this week and it's snowing.  Doc and Super Princess Power Girl still had to go to their respective "workplaces" (somedays, for her, it is work), but I am at home sewing doll clothes, contemplating my Greek-Fantasy world, listening to a variety of  music from Katy Perry to Duran Duran and watching the flakes fall.  Even though I don't like snow, it's really pretty out.  Everything is still somewhat pristine (minus the footprints from my boots).  So I decided to take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/S3GB5K6nXmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BsUrv8OuQPA/s1600-h/IMG_4742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/S3GB5K6nXmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BsUrv8OuQPA/s200/IMG_4742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436269044395630178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little guy was nice enough to sit still for me.  His buddy, however, headed off as soon as he noticed me sneaking up.  Granted I sneak like a pregnant water buffalo (or so I've been told - thanks to Tara, my friend from high school for that little bit of encouragment).  I particularly like this photo.  The hazy sun right behind him makes it really nice.  That and something about the chilled, snow topped berries all around.  It's such a great wintertime image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/S3GCe3mwAwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Shektm13c_c/s1600-h/IMG_4756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/S3GCe3mwAwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Shektm13c_c/s200/IMG_4756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436269692047065858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And speaking of snow-topped, chilled berries.  There are these little trees all around in front of our condo units.  I am not sure what they are, but those berries seem to hang around all year long.  I thought at first that they might be crab apples, but they are awfully small.  Then again, they could be flowering crab apples which I don't believe are edible.  But they make for good imagery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow capp&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/S3GDGSneWgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OHJF9CKid94/s1600-h/IMG_4726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/S3GDGSneWgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OHJF9CKid94/s200/IMG_4726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436270369312758274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed bird feeders are another thing that I think looks really pretty.  This particular one is in our side yard.  We picked it out last year and the birdies emptied it in about ten seconds.  I need to find the bird seed.  I'm sure right about now they'd be appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun's starting to peak through a little bit now, but my toes are too cold to head back out for more pics.  I have to go out later and shovel the walk and such anyway.  Maybe more then.  For now, it's back to the shirt for the dolly I made and listening to some more music, while contemplating how to best insert the Nine Headed Hydra from Hades into the game I am planning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I love vacations...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-1756155338340586610?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/1756155338340586610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=1756155338340586610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1756155338340586610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1756155338340586610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-wonderland.html' title='A Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/S3GDxFW4RoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jbEmlBOrrDg/s72-c/IMG_4728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-6390094585920254927</id><published>2010-01-05T21:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:16:59.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block Stinks</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but I have a ton of stupid (and some not so stupid) ideas floating around in my head.  Many are also floating around on my hard drive.  I want so bad to write something.  Anything.  Just make something make sense.  Make something sound good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hates me some writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been working on a story and got about 18 pages into it, when I realized that I was writing to write and it actually didn't make sense.  So, I set out to make it make sense.  In doing so, I got annoyed and quit.  I tell Doc all of the time not to do that.  So why can't I listen to my own advice?  Pigheaded, I suppose.  Or maybe not.  Maybe I am just far too optimistic in my writing.  I get the opinion that I can sit down and write anything.  Or maybe it's pessimism.  Maybe I just think that no matter what I write it's awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even make an adventure make sense.  All I want to do is send players into a dungeon and run them through a Baldur's Gate type thing where it's all hack and slash and it doesn't have to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I want a fabulous plot to go along with all of that hack and slash.  A plot where they save the princess, get the wealth and fame, and someone gets the princess.  All the while, hacking goblins to bits and slashing ghouls to shreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why does it have to be so hard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-6390094585920254927?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/6390094585920254927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=6390094585920254927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/6390094585920254927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/6390094585920254927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2010/01/writers-block-stinks.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block Stinks'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-7955440125647429372</id><published>2009-12-24T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T21:06:08.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Coming</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, on Christmas Eve, my parents would take me to the control tower at Grissom Air Force to see Santa on the radar.  That was just the greatest thing in the entire world for me when I was five or six.  A couple of Air Force officers would bring up the radar and we would all get to see a little blip on the screen that looked like a little sleigh.  That cemented the deal right there.  There was no turning back.  Santa was real and he was on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought about it, I wanted to be able to show Lily the same kind of thing.  Since there isn't an Air Force base near us (Grissom is far north of us now), I went Googling.  I found two different sites:  &lt;a href="http://www.noradsanta.org/en/index.html"&gt;Norad Tracks Santa&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.santa-t.com/index.html"&gt;Santa Tracker 2009&lt;/a&gt;.  The Santa Tracker is cute cause it shows a world view and a little Santa wherever he is at the time.  Not the same as when I was a kid, but the Norad site is the best.  It has a big radar screen and an image of Santa's sleigh and his reindeer.  It even has a reindeer cam where you can see little houses off to the side.  I showed this one to Lily and she asks, "Where's our house?"  I told her that it wasn't on there yet.  She smiled and looked at it closely.  That's when I told her, "Santa's going to be here in 2 hours, 13 minutes."  Her eyes got real big and she clamped her lips shut, turned and ran to her room.  I tell you, I laughed so hard I cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, two minutes later she comes back out with a picture of an A and a squiggle for Santa.  She's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be safe and enjoy time with family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-7955440125647429372?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/7955440125647429372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=7955440125647429372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7955440125647429372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7955440125647429372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/12/santas-coming.html' title='Santa&apos;s Coming'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-283061129720671035</id><published>2009-12-14T14:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:32:39.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the Old, In with the New</title><content type='html'>I sat down yesterday afternoon to watch the repeat of Syfy's "Alice".  At first, I was just kinda so-so with it, but as it went on, I started to really like it.  Now, by no means is it good, but it was enjoyable.  Kind of like "Tin Man".  Even my Super Princess Power Girl sat down with me to watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it made me start thinking.  What other kinds of classic tales could be retold in a new way?  While making Banana Bread (which smells fabulous right now in my kitchen) and dying my hair (the gray is getting out of hand), I thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there has been a re-telling of Snow White within the last several years, a book called "Snow White, Rose Red" or something like that.  I haven't read it, but I doubt that what I have in mind is anything like the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I have:  (Now, keep in mind, I have only read the kids version of the tale, mostly the Little Golden Books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela White, known as Snow to her friends because of her long luxurious platinum blonde hair, is an aspiring model with a lot of talent.  But she hasn't been able to really hit the big time, so in the mean time, to make ends meet, she works in a small shop in a Soho type area of town.  (What town, I haven't decided yet, but think something very ecclectic and hobo-y with coffee shops, local crafts, book shops, etc).  Her boyfriend, Jason, works in a coffee shop around the bend.  Things are nice for them, but could be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at work one day, she is approached by a man named Archer Hunter who says that he works for Henrietta Wick, head of the Mirror, Mirror Beauty Corporation and that Angela is just what they are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mirror, Mirror Beauty Corporation is a huge, worldwide company that has drawn in some of the most beautiful models from around the world to work for them.  Their creams and cosmetics are said to actually reverse the aging process.  But their ingredients are closely guarded secrets and they are always under attack from the media and other sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say Henrietta Wick is older than she appears but her own product has given her a new lease on life.  But, known only to her and a few of her inner circle, the products are not what keep her young and beautiful.  It's her models.  When she has finished a contract with a model, that model is taken to a room and told that she will recieve a special treatment of the product as a thank you/farewell gift.  The model is given something to drink and passes into unconsciousness moments later.  Her beauty essence is drawn from her and turned into a liquid which is given to Ms Wick.  (Think Countess Bathory with less blood)  Afterwards the model, now looking more like an old woman, is dropped off in town and left to find her own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Archer Hunter has introduced Angela into the business.  Ms. Wick is interested in her and knows that she will gets several years of essence from Angela.  But as soon as Angela hits the scene and the tabloids call her "The Fairest of the Mirror Mirror Beauties", Ms Wick becomes infuriated and orders Hunter to take her away and have her "removed from the public eye".  Hunter has a problem with this because he has come to like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is as far as I have gotten.  I haven't figured out where to insert Prince Charming.  I know that he isn't the boyfriend, but someone else - maybe a scientist at the corp or a security guard, maybe even a cop that has nothing to do with the corp, but...Ok, there it is.  Prince Charming - named Edward Prince (maybe, maybe not) is a cop with the local PD.  He's been pulled into an investigation over the discovery of one of the former models who was found wandering the streets.  When she's printed and such, they learn that she's really Cynthia Haynes, a 20 year old model from NYC.  Obviously, she looks more like MaMa from the Addams Family.  Cynthia starts talking about the things that have been going on at Mirror, Mirror and he gets curious.  He starts to investigate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking that maybe he knew her years ago, like in school or something, so he has more reason to go looking for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the apples?  How does that fit in?  Does it have to be an old witch disguise and apples?  What about the dwarves?  Does Archer Hunter get her out and hide her in a midget wrestling outfit or the circus?  Hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-283061129720671035?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/283061129720671035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=283061129720671035' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/283061129720671035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/283061129720671035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/12/out-with-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out with the Old, In with the New'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-7161060159679098414</id><published>2009-11-14T19:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:03:58.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stargate: Universe</title><content type='html'>So, I am giving it a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, so far -- eh.  I'm not finding it compelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's Stargate, so I am giving it the opportunity to pull me in like the others did, but I am not so sure about it.  I like Eli and Lt. Scott, and TJ, but otherwise, not that interested.  Doc has termed it Stargate-lactica because of the shaky cam thing and I have a tendency to agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nights episode was so far the best one, with the alien bugs and such.  It reminded me the most of Stargate - alien world and such.  But, ya know, I am having a hard time caring about the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/SwGTyZlscWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/j-ZeB-LQSzQ/s1600/stargate-universe-sdcc-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/SwGTyZlscWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/j-ZeB-LQSzQ/s200/stargate-universe-sdcc-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404763521893036386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colonel Talford (Lou Diamond Philips) just annoys me in general.  I think he's taking the pushy overbearing military guy a little too far and that makes him rather unlikeable.  Actually, very unlikeable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eli Wallace (David Blue) is a good character.  He's young and inexperienced and knows that.  His attitude and ability to handle himself in a tough situation is believable and likeable.  He's one of the reasons that I still watch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dr. Nicholas Rush (Robert Taylor) is a jerk to the extreme.  I really could have done without the jackass scientist part.  Yeah, I know this is his life's work and that they are all screwed, but man, cut the attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colonel Everett Young (Justin Louis) may turn out to be a good character in the end, but I think he needs some work.  I don't think as a leader he's really getting the chance to prove himself.  He takes to many cues from Rush, who needs to go away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lt. Matthew Scott (Brain Smith) is another promising character, but he needs a chance to get on screen more often.  The actor plays the character well, but he hasn't really gotten to do much so far.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chloe Armstrong (Elyse Levesque) is just a whiny, "look at me" type that drives me nuts.  She's more at home on a soap opera than in space.  And really, the hook up with Scott?  Not working for me.  Eli was a better choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tamara Johnson, aka TJ (Alaina Huffman) has some definate potential.  She proves that she's a doctor but also human.  She knows that everything has gone to hell but she still makes sure to keep a cool head - most of the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ronald Greer (Jamil Walker Smith) should have been left in the brig on whatever planet they were on in the first place.  He's annoying and crappy.  His only emotion seems to be anger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The others are all bit players and mostly uninteresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I keep in mind is that I didn't really like Atlantis the first few times I saw it either, but after a while I started to really get into it.  So, you never know, but I have little faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-7161060159679098414?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/7161060159679098414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=7161060159679098414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7161060159679098414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7161060159679098414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/11/stargate-universe.html' title='Stargate: Universe'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/SwGTyZlscWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/j-ZeB-LQSzQ/s72-c/stargate-universe-sdcc-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-4233710713529116955</id><published>2009-10-27T19:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:58:36.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Monster Madness</title><content type='html'>The Halloween game was a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up with nine total "characters":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dracula&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frankenstein's Monster ("The Creature")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Invisible Man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Creature from the Black Lagoon ("The Gill Man")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wolfman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Mummy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bug Eyed Alien&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Robot Monster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ghost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The characters consisted of a few Pros and Cons and a quick little description.  This game was by no means serious.  In fact, Doc and Leaky Pete played The Gill Man and the Wolfman as grumpy, little old men.  It was the height of hilarity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monsters ran away from the members of the TV show "Ghost Hunters", so this was a SciFi Original RolePlaying Game in a sense.  Granted I know nothing about the TV show, so I just kinda bluffed it, but it didn't really matter.  All that mattered was that the monsters could manage to keep from getting their pictures taken by the ghost hunters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting was a haunted movie set out in the desert somewhere (Delware, suggested Doc).  There were six lots - Set A: a Haunted Mansion soundstage; Set B: a Crashed Alien Spaceship soundstage; Set C: Swamp/Lagoon soundstage; Set D: Wild West soundstage: Set E: Modern City soundstage; and Set F: 50's Midwest town soundstage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have as many players this year as usual since Party Gorilla had to work and Hamster had to go see his girlfriend, but we still had fun.  We started out with Doc playing The Gill Man, Leaky Pete as the Wolfman and Jacob with no Nickname as the Bug Eyed Alien Monster.  Gill Man was enjoying a nice dip in his lagoon soundstage, while Wolfman was playing cowboy in the Wild West soundstage and the Bug Eyed Alien had just crashed into the Crashed Alien Spaceship soundstage.  There was lots of silliness and bad Jewish old man accents while the Alien went in search of stuff to fix his spaceship and earth women.  They didn't last too long before they got their pictures taken.  Rushing the camera men wasn't a good plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaky Pete pulled out the Ghost next and proceeded to possess one of the camera men and run around rampant making southern slave voices while doing so.  Jacob whipped out the Robot who ran around saying "Does not compute!" and Doc pulled the Mummy out of storage in the basement of the old lingerie shop (pink is not his color).  The Robot didn't last long, and Jacob ended up with Dracula next, who apparently was really hungry and ran around sucking all of the camera crew dry.  Ghost managed to get his photo taken right after he finished possessing someone and the Mummy was too busy shambling down the street to get away from the oncoming camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Leaky Pete came up with The Creature, who woke up in a room in the top of the haunted mansion missing the Bride of Frankenstein, but she did leave behind her arm, just in case he got lonely.  Doc got the Invisible Man next, who is completely insane (The Invisible Man, not Doc, he's just really goofy).  Believe me, he played it up for all it was worth.  I think by the time he was done we'd all lost a few san points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Dracula drained pretty much all of the crew dry and the movie monsters, minus several of their friends, were left alone once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast for about two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sci Fi Original Pictures Presents a Sci Fi Original Role Playing Game "Movie Monster Madness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-4233710713529116955?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/4233710713529116955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=4233710713529116955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/4233710713529116955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/4233710713529116955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/10/movie-monster-madness.html' title='Movie Monster Madness'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-8071567997262802999</id><published>2009-10-19T23:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:48:04.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all for the well wishes about our little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is definitely one tough cookie, that's for sure.  Her collarbone has healed nicely according to her last doctor's visit.  She has a small knot from the calcification and it's a little tender, but the nurse says that's normal.  She goes back next Monday to get the ok to take off the sling.  Man, is she excited.  I think her biggest concern is that she won't have to have the sling while she's dressed as Dorothy for Halloween.   She's a crazy little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Halloween Game is coming up and I have de-railed my thoughts again.  I have a hard time making up serious horror stuff for a game that's short.  We typically have 5-6 hours free time for these games, so I want something that isn't going to take a ton of time.  I did finally make a decision though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Movie monsters that have to outrun the ghost hunters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PCs play one of ten movie monsters (Dracula, Frankenstein's Monster, The Wolfman, The Invisible Man, The Bride of Frankenstein, a Zombie, Son of Dracula, Bride of Dracula, The Swamp Thing and The Creature From the Black Lagoon) that are still inhabiting an abandoned movie lot.  A group of ghost hunters comes to check out the reports of hauntings only to discover that a lot more is there than they thought.  The Monsters have to out run the ghost hunters and do their best to NOT get their pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gets to play more than one monster, mostly cause one of my regular players gets killed a lot - I mean, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY HAVE NEW CARPET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that I'm happy? =o)  Our old carpet was this hideous golden stuff that wasn't attached to the floor all the way and had stretched over the years (33 to be exact) and was stained and gross...etc.  In fact, the carpet had pulled away from the tack strips and Lily fell a couple of years ago and cut her knee wide open on one of the tacks.  It was nasty.  And she asked "Mommy, why is there red paint on my knee?"  What a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway, our new carpet isn't actually new, it is used, but it's high end, stain resistant carpet with really nice padding (the old stuff was disentegrating as you stood on it).  It's a lovely shade of emerald green and soooo nice.  I'm thrilled.  Thanks to my in-laws for my wonderful carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to get everything put back where it belongs before this weekend's game -- and we need to get to the litter box.  Ronin can make smellies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-8071567997262802999?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/8071567997262802999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=8071567997262802999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/8071567997262802999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/8071567997262802999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-2842428450684129974</id><published>2009-10-05T15:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:52:40.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Game 2009</title><content type='html'>Every year we host a Halloween game (not actually on Halloween as we take Lily trick-or-treating) and every year, inevitably, our friend Kyle, hereafter known as Hamster, gets his character killed.  It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable Halloween game for me was the one that I ran where the PCs got called to an island for a one-of-a-kind hunting opportunity.  Everything goes wrong almost immediately and within the first five minutes of the game the PCs are arguing with each other in a large room.  Doc has a shotgun, Party Gorilla tries to grab it, I make a roll, the shotgun goes off and Hamster's guy gets a hole through his chest.  Five minutes.  That's all it took.  Five whole minutes.  Since this is a regular thing for our game group, I made extra characters.  I usually have to.  Later on, Hamster's back-up character gets bitten (yes, bitten) by some plant creature and proceeds to spend the rest of the game turning into one of these things.  I was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, however, I am having a little more trouble with my idea.  I had originally thought up an old west game where an old stagecoach makes its way into a small town and stops there for the night.  The PCs get stuck there and find that not all is right in the town.  I figured out what was in the one horse town and who was there, but that was about all I could come up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old west just wasn't doing it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided on a really nasty dungeon crawl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, nah, not really a good idea for me for a Halloween game.  I would rather run that for just a regular Sunday game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead, here is my idea:  The Vatican Investigative Service (V.I.S) sets out to hunt down a rogue demon that is terrorizing the English Countryside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this idea for some time but just now decided to use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only problem - SciFi Original Pictures Presents a SciFi Original Role-playing Game....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of a title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-2842428450684129974?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/2842428450684129974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=2842428450684129974' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/2842428450684129974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/2842428450684129974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-game-2009.html' title='Halloween Game 2009'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-5655661214670783012</id><published>2009-10-05T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:55:54.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brimstone</title><content type='html'>Wouldn't you know it, the day that I am actually off and have no plans to go out and do anything, the rotation on SCiFi (excuse me SyFy) is Brimstone.  I loved this show.  I always thought that the idea was a really good one.  But I never realized that everything has a bluish cast to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to watch the show again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this means that it will be hitting DVD soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-5655661214670783012?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/5655661214670783012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=5655661214670783012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/5655661214670783012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/5655661214670783012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/10/brimstone.html' title='Brimstone'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-7641876917659198786</id><published>2009-09-28T19:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:17:45.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are something else</title><content type='html'>You'd think that kids are either made completely of rubber or out of concrete, but apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter tripped and fell on Saturday night, right after I walked in the door from work.  She tossed the books one way and she went the other.  Screaming and crying ensued.  I had no idea what had happened.  I thought she had just bruised her bone and we continued on our way - read stories, said goodnight and went about our business.  She woke me up about 2:30 in the morning when she crawled into bed with us.  After that she slept on the couch.  I didn't think anything of it.  She's Lily - she doesn't get hurt.  She just doesn't.  Eight o'clock the next morning she's crying.  All I can think of is that she really bruised herself.  But there was no bruise and no swelling.  So, we went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends came over, we gamed, we laughed.  She napped on the couch, was listless and not herself.  It still never occurred to me that something might be wrong.  She went to bed normally and slept all night long without any problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until after almost a full day at daycare, that I realized something must be wrong.  Her daycare lady said that she was favoring that arm (her left one) all day and started crying at the park when she bumped it.  She suggested that it might be dislocated.  I got on the horn and called the doctor to get her an emergency appointment.  Now, I started to think that something was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I felt like the WORST parent in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't believed her when she said that it still hurt.  I just thought that she was looking for attention - like most kids do when they get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the doctor's office, I felt even worse when I found out what was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She broke her collarbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child - five years old - had broken her collarbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeesh!  Now I really feel awful.  My little pumpkin.  The child that bounces back from everything!  But this time, she didn't bounce back all the way.  This time there was a broken bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what does she say?  "Do they have pink slings?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my girl!!  Always looking for the bright side of things.  Granted, they don't have pink slings, but we put a Strawberry Shortcake sticker on it and we're going to paint flowers on it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, what a weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-7641876917659198786?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/7641876917659198786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=7641876917659198786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7641876917659198786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7641876917659198786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/09/kids-are-something-else.html' title='Kids are something else'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-6628358832054476089</id><published>2009-09-24T20:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:33:09.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Darling Little Girl</title><content type='html'>Every year my little girl picks something for Halloween.   Usually it's a witch.  Or some form of one.  Her first Halloween costume that I made for her was a pumpkin/ghost/kitty witch (she couldn't decide which one she wanted to be, so I mixed it all up with colors and accents).  It worked out well in the end.  And she was most depressed when she grew out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, she wanted to be a witch like Hermione Granger, but with a different costume.  So I started on a nice little costume for her, but the satin started to disintegrate when I was sewing it, so she ended up being Supergirl instead.  Grandma stepped in to save the day on that one at the last minute with a store bought costume.  Nothing wrong with that.  She can still wear it and does on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/SrwO3HCHmOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OgDknulocPs/s1600-h/dorothydress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/SrwO3HCHmOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OgDknulocPs/s320/dorothydress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385195594371799266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, she started out wanting to be a witch, until Grandma bought her a pair of ruby slippers.  So, she decided on Dorothy instead.  We bought all of the fabric and notions and she picked the pattern out of the pattern book.  Needless to say, she was excited beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was month ago.  I have a hard time sometime getting myself together to get started on sewing.  I laid it out numerous times to see how to cut it out, to make sure that we have enough fabric.  The&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/SrwPV0lQr2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/UNqbSoCZd_g/s1600-h/lilydorothy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/SrwPV0lQr2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/UNqbSoCZd_g/s200/lilydorothy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385196121994866530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;re were a few times that I wasn't so sure about it - lost my nerve so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut out the pattern last night.  And at 9:00AM today I started sewing.  And at 5:30PM this evening - about 15 minutes before my dear little girl and Doc were to arrive home, I finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time believing that I sewed this beautiful costume, but I did it!   And she was absolutely thrilled.  She put it on immediately and grabbed her stuffed Toto and basket and ran to her room to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-6628358832054476089?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/6628358832054476089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=6628358832054476089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/6628358832054476089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/6628358832054476089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-darling-little-girl.html' title='My Darling Little Girl'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/SrwO3HCHmOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OgDknulocPs/s72-c/dorothydress.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-7470005742189687929</id><published>2009-09-04T20:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:37:19.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Craptastic!</title><content type='html'>Well, I just learned some disturbing news for those of us who don't have BBC America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read all about it &lt;a href="http://tv.ign.com/articles/101/1012649p1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say - Blah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-7470005742189687929?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/7470005742189687929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=7470005742189687929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7470005742189687929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7470005742189687929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/09/craptastic.html' title='Craptastic!'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-6653692932262157842</id><published>2009-09-01T09:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:19:44.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pseudo Greek Fantasy</title><content type='html'>Doc and I have been trying to make time to game lately but so far no luck.  We tried to make Tuesday's after Super Princess Power Girl goes to bed our game time, though it got derailed over the last three weeks or so - I had to work late, nobody felt good, or we didn't have our game ideas together.  It stinks.  Hopefully today I'll get myself together and we can play tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my idea for our first game is this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pseudo-Greek fantasy world along the lines of Hercules and Xena   But not as silly.  Basically, my thought was this: Wouldn't it be kinda neat to play in a fantasy world where the gods and goddesses interfere in the world of humans on a fairly regular basis.  I had thought about using Forgotten Realms for this, but my only problem with that is that all of the pantheon seem so stuffy and uptight.  None of them seem like they would be ready and willing to jump into the mortals and play around.  Granted I suppose they could, but it just didn't feel quite right to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, ok, maybe I'll just make up my own gods and let them mess around.  That requires me to start from scratch and with the time that I don't have, that wouldn't be a viable option.  So, instead, I just grabbed the Greek pantheon and let go.   Anyhow, for some reason, they always seem to get involved with humans and wreak havoc regularly.  It works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first game was mine and I had a few ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Traveling through the woods on the way to a village, the PC gets attacked by a group of bandits.&lt;br /&gt;2 - PC gets to town and finds the leader of the bandits there waiting for his buddies, but instead gets the PC.&lt;br /&gt;3 - PC has to steal something important from a temple to a local deity (probably just a patron).&lt;br /&gt;4 - PC gets hired on as a mercenary to ferret out some baddies.&lt;br /&gt;5 - PC accidentally gets married during a festival to Bacchus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those ideas are good and I will probably use them, but I decided instead that the first adventure was going to be the PC heading into a village on his way to where ever he was going and finding the whole place filled with the plague.   Doors are "X"ed off and the whole place smells of death and decay.  This kind of thing isn't completely uncommon, but what really takes the cake is that the dead who should have died from the plague aren't dead.  They still roam the village.  Why?  I'm not sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe:&lt;br /&gt;- someone stole the sacred object from the local shrine to Hades.  What would that object be?  Maybe an everburning candle, a small statue, a fist sized gem, a tuna sandwich.  Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;- Hades is far too smitten with some mortal woman to pay attention to the dead and their needs.&lt;br /&gt;- Hades has too many dead to deal with in Underworld and needs a Gatherer of Souls to help him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to figure out which one I like the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-6653692932262157842?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/6653692932262157842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=6653692932262157842' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/6653692932262157842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/6653692932262157842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/09/pseudo-greek-fantasy.html' title='Pseudo Greek Fantasy'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-5676943177002371610</id><published>2009-08-17T19:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:23:32.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Book - Hell and Earth</title><content type='html'>Well, I gave it an effort -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and it failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book, and subsequently the author, gets all kinds of good reviews, but jeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main plot of the book is centered around a group called the Prometheus Club that help keep the world of Man and the world of Faerie separate and happy.  Some pretty prominent names are members of the club, such as William Shakespeare (who is having a gay relationship behind his wife's back with a guy who apparently went to hell and came back all weird), Christopher Marley (the aforementioned guy who went to hell), Lord Byron, Edmund Spenser and a handful of others.  The idea that well known authors and statesmen are members of this club is kinda cool.  Almost along the lines of the Masons, with the supernatural attitude, but more geared toward the Fae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a good idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until I started reading it.  OMG!!  Everything is written in the very hard to read Shakespearean speech - lots of thou's and thine's and such.  I kept having to go back and read again just to make sure that I had it right the first time.  And I didn't really want to know about Shakespeare's gay love affair.  Really, now...  That kind of made Shakespeare even harder to read than it already was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens I only paid $4.00 for this book.  I wouldn't have paid more and part of me wants my $4.00 back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-5676943177002371610?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/5676943177002371610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=5676943177002371610' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/5676943177002371610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/5676943177002371610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/08/review-book-hell-and-earth.html' title='Review: Book - Hell and Earth'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-2660862199715056930</id><published>2009-07-26T19:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:35:57.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things You Find</title><content type='html'>So I was cleaning out the top of my daughter's closet the other day and found that I stored some of my old CD's and cassettes up there.  I found a whole box of them.  I had forgotten completely about some of the things that were up there.  I found a good bit of old 80s music (Madonna, Wham and various things that I recorded off radio when I lived down south many years ago), a copy of the Timelords single "Doctorin' the Tardis" - both the one that was sold in stores and a copy of a studio tape that was released in England (I think), Duran Duran's "Tiger Tiger" - the Japanese single release, another Duran Duran single that I don't remember the name of, Hooked on Swing and Hooked on Classics, The Classics in Rythmn - the Royal Philharmonc Orchestra took great classical pieces and redid them with a pop beat (GREAT!!) and Doctor Demento's Basement Tapes Volume 1 - A CD that one only recieved when they became a member of the Demento Society.  Boy, some of the things that one finds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered that apparently I like to read contemporary romances.  Go figure, I do have a girly side after all.  But mind you, these aren't regular bodice rippers.  They have a supernatural twist to them.  In fact the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;House on Tradd Street&lt;/span&gt; that I read, by Karen White, was rather good.  It was an engaging read with interesting characters.  I liked it.  It has a sequel coming out in November.  I'm actually looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read one called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Demon King and I&lt;/span&gt; by Candace Havens.  Had a little more... well, bodice ripping in it, but not enough that it made me cringe.  It wasn't bad at all.  In fact, I read it in like 3 days.  It was about a set of four sisters that were given the task of protecting the Earth and other worlds from a growing darkness.  Not bad.  There are some more by her.  I haven't read any of those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got both of those books and some others for cheap at Borders.  I mean CHEAP!  They were $4.00 and buy one get one free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like those sales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-2660862199715056930?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/2660862199715056930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=2660862199715056930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/2660862199715056930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/2660862199715056930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-you-find.html' title='The Things You Find'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-3064598247063160628</id><published>2009-07-19T11:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:39:34.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Book - The Fractured Sky</title><content type='html'>This is the second book in the Empyrean Odyssey.  Book one was "The Gossamer Plain", this is book two and the third book in due out in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just about the same as the first one.  We continue to follow the misadventures of Aliiza, the alu, and Kaanyr Vhok, the cambion.  Vhok has finally arrived at the end of his quest, only to discover that his friend, Zasian, is not who he seemed to be, and his lover, Aliiza, has had a change of heart.  Together, bound by the angel Tauran, and a new companion named Kael, they must find Zasian and stop whatever scheme he has put into play.  Unfortunately, while doing this, they must also discover what has split the Celestial Plane in twain and do what they can to set right a series of events that seems almost impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of enjoyed this one more than the last one, only because there was more interaction with Aliiza, the alu.  She got to do more this time around instead of being stuck with her ghosts from the last book.  We also find out more about her child - the child that Vhok is less than excited about.  I think that the part that annoyed me most about this book was the ending.  Don't worry, not going to spoil it for anyone.  It's just that everything goes awry right at the end - and the next one doesn't come out till November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will read the last installment just so I can find out what happens.  At least, unlike some of the other Forgotten Realms books that I have read, this one is not set in the same place all of the time and there is definately more swordplay.  I like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fractured-Sky-Empyrean-Odyssey-Forgotten/dp/0786948078/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1248017421&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; has it for $7, which is what I paid for it at my local bookshop.  I recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-3064598247063160628?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/3064598247063160628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=3064598247063160628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/3064598247063160628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/3064598247063160628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/07/review-book-fractured-sky.html' title='Review: Book - The Fractured Sky'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-8975862481039453862</id><published>2009-07-08T20:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:37:07.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Book - The Gossamer Plain</title><content type='html'>This book wasn't bad.  It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad.  I will probably pick up the next one in the series this weekend when I head to the bookstore, since it will be a while since I get up to Half Price Books again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It involves a half fiend named Aliiza who has been sent to try to discredit a man named Helm Dwarf-Friend, leader of the city of Sundabar.  She's in disguise as a pretty, young human woman since she normally has wings and looks like a devil of sorts.  But things go wrong and she gets captured.   Meanwhile her lover, a fiend named Kaanyr Vhok heads off on some quest across the Elemental Plain of Fire to the fabled City of Brass.  His companion is Zasian, a cleric of Bane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliiza gets kidnapped and whacked on the head, enough that she goes unconscious and ends up on the Celestial Plane guarded by an angel named Tauran.  There she finds that she is pregnant and that her unborn child called for Tyr's help.  This ticks her off and she tries all she can to get away from the place and the celestials, but she's already said that she would follow their rule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vhok and Zasian make their way across the Plane of Fire while Aliiza confronts old ghosts while she waits for her child to be born.  Nothing goes right for either party and all goes wrong in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really start enjoying this book until about two thirds of the way through, then I was annoyed cause I couldn't find book 2 at Borders.  It runs about $7 at &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gossamer-Plain-Forgotten-Realms-Empryean/dp/0786940247/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1247099777&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;, though I got mine at Barnes and Noble since Borders didn't have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend it just cause it veers away from the normal Forgotten Realms characters and it's a decent read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-8975862481039453862?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/8975862481039453862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=8975862481039453862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/8975862481039453862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/8975862481039453862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/07/review-book-gossamer-plain.html' title='Review: Book - The Gossamer Plain'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-1906818682063371239</id><published>2009-07-07T19:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:25:26.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to write...</title><content type='html'>I used to do it all of the time.  I had several fiction websites up and even a fiction writing group that I moderated on Yahoo groups.  I did it all of the time.  Then again, at the time, I was married to someone that did nothing but spend 18 hours a day on the computer, rarely talking to me, and I didn't work.  Man, things are so much better now.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I asked Doc a while ago, "Is it wrong that I want to sit down and write fanfic again?"  He said, "Absolutely not."  That made me feel good.  I know that the whole fanfic thing is rather "blah" sometimes.  People take it too far a good portion of the time.  For example, I decided that I wanted to read some Doctor Who fic that wasn't the ones that I buy at the bookshop.  Jeesh, that was a mistake.  Every single story that I found on the site that I stopped at was slash or smut.  That really put a damper on the mood to read fic.  Granted, when I wasn't having much of a life, I wrote some naughty stuff, too.  But man, some of the stuff that I saw put my naughty stuff to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still the desire to write is there.  I have tons of ideas.  I want to put them on paper (electronic as well as the other variety).  And yes, some of them are fanfic.  Doc even told me that it's ok to want to sit down and MarySue something out the wazoo.  And I might just do that.  For now, though, I am glad to know that I still have the desire to write.  Even though my muse might be on vacation.  In the meantime, I have lots of old stuff on disc to read that I wrote years ago - naughty and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I posted it, would someone read it? I know it's not good. But hey, I didn't really write most of it to be good. I wrote it to be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-1906818682063371239?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/1906818682063371239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=1906818682063371239' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1906818682063371239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1906818682063371239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-to-write.html' title='I like to write...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-5244752419782630166</id><published>2009-07-01T17:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:11:42.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Book - City of the Dead</title><content type='html'>I liked this book regardless of the fact that the main character is more or less incompetant.  She's pleasant, kind and interesting.  She has no talent for the warrior path but she does have a bit of the spell-plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady is named Sophraea Carver and she's one of the Carver family of Waterdeep that take care of the City of the Dead - the largest, and possibly the only, cemetary in Waterdeep.  She's the daintiest of all of the Carvers and the only female of the children.  Also, the only one that has no talent for the cemetary's needs - headstones, statues and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost immediately she meets Lord Aderbrant, also known as the Walking Corpse.  People of Waterdeep don't really like him and some are afraid of him, but he proves to be a pleasant friend of the Carvers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she grows up, she decides that she wants to leave the family home and be a dressmaker, but when she meets a young wizard named Gustin Bone, she changes her mind.  Adventure ensues as the dead of Waterdeep begins to rise and walk the city at night, tormenting, in particular, a nasty man named Rampage Stunk.  Together Sophraea and Gustin must stop the dead from destroying Dead End House and the rest of Waterdeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunk proves and obstacle in this, but Lord Aderbrant turns out to be more trouble than they all thought.  In the end though, it all works out for the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres not a lot in the way of swordplay, or even really fighting, but it's a good book nonetheless.  You can check it out at &lt;a href="http://http//www.amazon.com/City-Dead-Greenwood-Presents-Waterdeep/dp/078695129X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246483497&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; for about $8.  I recommend it for a fun, quick read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-5244752419782630166?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/5244752419782630166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=5244752419782630166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/5244752419782630166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/5244752419782630166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/07/review-book-city-of-dead.html' title='Review: Book - City of the Dead'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-1565500232185656242</id><published>2009-06-29T14:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:45:11.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Divided Kingdoms - Faarstadt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faarstadt&lt;/span&gt; is located at the northern side of the continent, east of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Backbone of the Gods&lt;/span&gt;.  A large portion of the country is uninhabited, mostly due to the deep forests and inhospitable landscape.  The weather itself is nasty - lots of heavy blowing winds, torrential rains and, in the winter, snowfall deep enough to cover homes.  Few people traverse this land, and some of the ones that do, do not return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deepwell&lt;/span&gt; is located in the forest known as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deepwood&lt;/span&gt;.  This is the most well known forest in the entire country.  It is dark, thick and treacherous.  Dangerous creatures live within the forest, waiting for the ignorant to come wandering in.  It doesn't happen often, but those that have made it back out have stated that "bones litter the ground". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Deepwell&lt;/span&gt; itself is located somewhere in the middle of the forest in a hole in the ground.   The only way known to enter the city of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deepwell&lt;/span&gt; is to drop down a sheer shaft by grappling hooks and ropes.  This city is said to have been the home of the dark humans who inhabited the world before the other races started to come about.  Of course, there is no proof of any of this.  But it sounds nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Runeforge&lt;/span&gt; is a Dwarven Kingdom settled into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fangtongue Mountains&lt;/span&gt;.  They mine gems and metals to forge into their own works and to sell to others.  The Elves have been known to buy quantities of both gems and metals from them for their own magnificent works.  Rumors also state that some dark humans and dark elves have bought from them but the Dwarves don't talk about that.  Runeforge is actually located in the mountains above their mines.  Everything is carved from the stone of the Fangtongues.  There are some farms outside of the mountains that the Dwarves work for vegetables and some meats, but for the most part they stay within the darkness of the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the farthest side of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faarstadt&lt;/span&gt; are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shell Shores&lt;/span&gt;.  These pink and white shores attact many of the wealthiest people of the lands.  They are brought here through portals that are provided by the mages of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highrule&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chantrya&lt;/span&gt; - that way they don't have to brave the horrible weather.  The "sands" of these beaches are actually broken and battered shells from the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are small villages here and there, dotting the landscape, but no large cities or kingdoms.  There are no rulers of this land.  But, far to the north, near the shores and the legendary location of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peak of the Sun&lt;/span&gt;, are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Troll Kingdoms&lt;/span&gt;.  No explorer has been there, so no one really has any clue where these kingdoms are located.  The trolls come down to Runeforge once in a great while to purchase metals for their tools.  It has been almost a generation since the trolls have been seen.  Many believe that the Gods have brought the Trolls down because of their vicious nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karris&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-1565500232185656242?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/1565500232185656242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=1565500232185656242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1565500232185656242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1565500232185656242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/06/divided-kingdoms-faarstadt.html' title='The Divided Kingdoms - Faarstadt'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-1397313579936906805</id><published>2009-06-28T15:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:53:40.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdy Girl's Book Recommendations</title><content type='html'>In a recent comment to my book review of Downshadow by Erik Scott DeBie, Devin asked for recommendations for game fiction.   I can think of a few good ones, so I thought instead of responding as a comment I would just make a general post, that way everyone can see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here goes (though it's not in order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Neversfall-Citadels-Ed-Gentry/dp/0786947829/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246216534&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;"Neversfall: The Citadels" by Ed Gentry &lt;/a&gt;is a pretty good one.  It's a good, quick read that's captivating without being too intense.  It gathers together the good things about the Forgotten Realms and puts them in front of you without making you choose the parts that you want to read.  I liked it.  I kept it instead of taking it to Half Price.  That means a lot with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Obsidian-Ridge-Forgotten-Realms-Citadels/dp/0786947853/ref=pd_sim_b_7"&gt;"Obsidian Ridge: The Citadels" by Jess Lebow&lt;/a&gt; has to be one of the best ones that I have read yet in the Forgotten Realms series.  It is leading and misleading with it's characters.  Said characters are interesting and intriguing, without being whiny or tiresome.  I loved this one enough that I might read it again once I let more of it leak from my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Swordmage-Blade-Moonsea-Book-Blades/dp/0786950226/ref=pd_sim_b_6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Swordmage: Blade of the Moonsea" by Richard Baker&lt;/a&gt; was pretty good.  It was a little slow in places, but I enjoyed it.  Even though there wasn't as much sword play as I would normally like in a Forgotten Realms, book I found that the parts where it was slower were still engaging enough that I didn't really notice.  The second book in this series just came out in hardback, but I am waiting for either the hardback to pop up at Half Price or the paperback to come out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fanged-Crown-Wilds-Jenna-Helland/dp/0786950935/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246217271&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Fanged Crown: The Wilds: by Jenna Helland&lt;/a&gt; is another one of the ones that I really enjoyed.  The main character is snide and enjoyable in his banter with his friend, who is also witty and fun to read.  The story is good and engaging, while being a quick read.  It also involves lost civilisations, which is always a good thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crypt-Moaning-Diamond-Rosemary-Jones/dp/0786947144/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246217565&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;"Crypt of the Moaning Diamond" by Rosemary Jones&lt;/a&gt; was very fun.  This was the first one that I picked up when I decided to start reading Forgotten Realms fiction.  I loved it.  The main character is a lot like one that I would have created for a game and that really drew me into it.  I like the strong female warrior character type.  The story was good without being too deep, so I didn't really have to think a lot - no flipping back through to find a place that explained something.  I highly recommend this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crimson-Gold-Forgotten-Realms-Rogues/dp/0786931205/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246217792&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;"The Crimson Gold: Rogues Book 3" by Voronica Whitney-Robinson&lt;/a&gt; was the first one out of the series that I read.  It doesn't look like any of the series actually is connected when it comes to the characters, so I don't think that I missed anything in the Rogues series.  This book was pretty decent.  I enjoyed the interaction between the main characters, though I was a little disappointed in the conclusion of the Prologue, but after further reading, I see where it went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sands-Soul-Forgotten-Realms-Sembia/dp/0786928131/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246217877&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;"Sands of the Soul: Sembia" by Voronica Whitney-Robinson&lt;/a&gt; I picked up at Half Price not realizing that it had same characters as "The Crimson Gold" and not be part of the same series.  It was kind of nice to read more with the characters in it since they were engaging in the first story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lord-Stormweather-Forgotten-Realms-Gross/dp/0786929324/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246218257&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord of Stormweather: Sembia" by David Gross&lt;/a&gt; follows more of the family of the previous two.  There are more book in this series, though I haven't gotten them yet.  I'll check Half Price later on when I go up there in July.  Anyhow, it was enjoyable, though a little slow since there wasn't a whole lot in the way of action.  It involves several characters and some of them don't get a lot of chapter-time so you start to wonder what happened to them after a while.  Then the next chapter is about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the ones that I have read recently and enjoyed.  I hope that anyone else who reads them enjoys them as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sands-Soul-Forgotten-Realms-Sembia/dp/0786928131/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1246217877&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-1397313579936906805?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/1397313579936906805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=1397313579936906805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1397313579936906805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1397313579936906805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/06/nerdy-girls-book-recommendations.html' title='Nerdy Girl&apos;s Book Recommendations'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-2976790434358619021</id><published>2009-06-23T15:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:40:00.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Review:  Book - Downshadow</title><content type='html'>So this book wasn't too bad.  It wasn't great, but I recommend it for a decent Forgotten Realms read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It involves a man named Kalen Dren who lives a double life as a paladin of the Three-Fold Gold and a member of the Waterdeep Guard.  He suffers from the Spellplague which keeps him from feeling anything physical.  His boss Araezra Hondyl has a secret "love" for him though she doesn't know who he really is.  The only one that does is his adoptive sister Cellica, a halfling with the ability to charm with her voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someone else has a desire for him - red haired half elf named Fayne.  Unfortunately, she's a bitch and turns out to be some sort of demon with the ability to cloak her image.  She changes faces and has some sort of agenda which seems to be guided by her patron, a gold skinned elf.  Fayne is not really a likeable character.  She's a user, a slut, and a generally crappy person.  Then again, she's a demon, so I guess it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Myrin, who has no idea who she is, though she appears to have some sort of spellscar as well.  Blue runes flame up and down her body when she gets angry and then she unleashes a powerful magic.  Unfortunately, she's also has amnesia.  Myrin falls for Kalen - also known as the Paladin, Shadowbane - but he doesn't believe that he's good enough for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a bald headed, smooth skinned Dwarf named Rath, who is a monk and has completely turned away from his people.  He's a jerk and out for himself.  He has little or no monk like qualities, except that he can beat the crap out of people with his bare hands.  He gets involved with Fayne and they both want to take down Shadowbane, but for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this seems to revolve around this Myrin girl, but there's never really an explanation as to why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a couple of mistakes in continuity, but for the most part it's well written if not a little confusing in places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can pick it up at &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0786951281/ref=s9_simz_gw_s2_p14_i2?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1BBCJ3RQ0YGJW6STJEQ6&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; for about $8.  I got mine at Half Price Books.  I probably would have paid full price for it, but I didn't and that's ok with me.  It'll head back to the used book store next time I head up there, though.  Gotta recycle those books, ya know.  =o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-2976790434358619021?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/2976790434358619021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=2976790434358619021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/2976790434358619021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/2976790434358619021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/06/review-book-downshadow.html' title='Review:  Book - Downshadow'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-7414196253227134142</id><published>2009-06-20T19:21:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:27:26.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Divided Kingdoms - Ithryshal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ithryshal&lt;/span&gt; is located on the southeastern side of the continent - south of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fangtongue Mountains&lt;/span&gt; and east of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Backbone of the Gods&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the land of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ithryshal&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meadowsgate&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elthador&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eshaval&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Windswept&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunimyr&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palishar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peravayle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Court of Kings&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olanthir&lt;/span&gt;.  The people of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ithryshal&lt;/span&gt; are primarily Elven in all but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eshaval&lt;/span&gt; which is under human rulership.  There are also half-elves, not surprising since humans do live in among the elves, and halflings which seem to have no real home anywhere in the Kingdoms.  Rumors fly of Deep Elves and Deep Humans who live under the ground in the city of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teshyvle&lt;/span&gt;.  These peoples are originally known as Ithryians - hence the name of the land Ithryshal - and supposedly went underground when human "took control of the land".  Many believed that these Deep People died out long ago, though some claim that they still see them near the mountains and in the forests at night.   The elves believe that there would be none of their kind had it not been for these people and their kindness and wealth.  Since they went underground these people have changed greatly - their skin has gone to black and dark grey, though there are a few that have white skin; hair has lost all pigmentation and become completely white; eyes have taken on a bioluminescent glow, becoming almost a greenish-yellow to a bright peridot and able to see in complete darkness, but at the cost to a light sensitivity; they are usually along the range of average human height (5'2" - 6'2") and quite slender.  These people are extremely fine crafters of jewelry and have a tight trade agreement with the dwarves for gemstones and precious metals.  Their jewelry ends up on the market, but no one knows exactly where it comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Court of Kings&lt;/span&gt; is located right where the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fangtongue Mountains&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Backbone of the Gods&lt;/span&gt; split off.  It is a cavern buried deep within the mountains that contains monuments of great human, elven and dwarven kings of ancient times.  Each monument is a likeness of  a king seated on his throne.  They are all arranged in a circle, each looking toward the center where a golden pedestal sits with a deep blue orb floating above it.  The Orb of Kings supposedly contains all of the wisdom of the ancient kings and the secret of why things changed.  Many have gone to seek out the orb and the monuments, though no one has ever actually found any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunimyr&lt;/span&gt; is known as the City of Night.  It is called this because of its location nestled between the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Backbone of the Gods&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fangtongues&lt;/span&gt; the sun doesn't shine on its buildings.  Because it is always night in this small city, thieves and the like have a tendency to gather within its walls.  The guard there, known as the Night Watch, usually have their hands full.  Monra Neche, head of the Night Watch, is a former assassin turned to the other side of the law.  She has the best understanding of the people within Lunimyr and she works as hard as she can to make sure that these people don't take their tendencies outside of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meadowsgate&lt;/span&gt; is a beautiful art nouveau looking city with curving, natural looking buildings.  Lots of vinework and twists and turns.  The buildings almost appear as if they sprang directly from the ground instead of being built.  Everything is white and pink marble, though are some other colors mixed in - greens and browns and their respective shades.  The largest building is the far north side of the city and the home of King Elthazar and Queen Melisande.  It is surrounded on all sides by gardens filled with flowers that are enchanted so they grow all year round.  In the midst of these beautiful flowers are white carved gazebos and marble benches.  Statues dot the gardens as well offering rememberence to past family members and rulers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Windswept&lt;/span&gt; is settled in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emerald Hills&lt;/span&gt; and is surrounded on all sides by beautiful green, rolling meadows.  This city is a haven for adventurers and welcomes all races equally.  The city generally peaceful and kept this way by the Wind Watch, who patrol the city day in and day out.  If anyone does anything to disturb the peace and quiet of this lovely city they are fined, jailed or removed from the city's limits.  The city buildings themselves are built on the tops of the hills and each hill is connected by well built wooden bridges.  Each hill does not contain only one kind of "shopping", instead they are named for something else entirely.  For example, Shire Hill has some lovely homes but also has a few shops and at least one feasthall.  Central Hill, the one that is obviously in the center of all of them, connects each hill to the others with long bridges, also contains the home office of the Wind Watch, though each hill has its own smaller office.  This city is not only a great place for adventurers, but is also wonderful to visit and just take a good look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eshaval&lt;/span&gt; is a sad place to be for any elf.  Over a hundred years ago, this beautiful Elven city was invaded by a human army commanded by a wicked warlord known as Banelin "The Crusher of the Elves".  Being a peaceful people, the Elves were not prepared and could not fight back, therefore they were slaughtered by the hundreds.  Those that managed to survive were enslaved and forced to work for Banelin and the other humans.  Children were brought up to believe that Elves were nothing more than animals and are worth nothing.  Over a century has passed and Elves are still treated same way, though there is a Freedom Movement growing within the elven slaves.  This movement is headed up by a young woman named Sharnai, the last of the Elven Princesses.  Unfortunately for her, she has few behind her.  There is a young man, the son of the ruler, Banelin the Second, who wishes to help her free her people.  Should his father find out what he's up to, it could be all out war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olanthir&lt;/span&gt; is thought to be located somewhere on the eastern side of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ithryshal.&lt;/span&gt;  But that area is all hills and forests and no one has ever actually seen a city there.  Then again, it is said that it was "lost" during the war that brought about the downfall of the Titanic Rulers.  Legend says that the beautiful city shows itself as a portal between two huge, ancient trees during a full moon and only for the hour or so that the moon is truly full.  So far, no adventurer or explorer has ventured into this lost city and has returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palishar&lt;/span&gt; is located down south near the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moonsmirror Bay&lt;/span&gt;.  It is an ancient elven city though a newer city was built up around it within the last fifty years or so.  The structures in the city are nothing to marvel at, mostly half timber with some stone here and there.  The most interesting thing is that the old city is still in the center.  Walled off and guarded against looters, the crumbling remains of the Ancient Palishar set nestled in a depression in the ground.  A great shifting of the land caused the dirt to drop and settle lower down giving the whole city the impression that it had been stepped on. During this time, the inhabitants of the city fled for their lives and the buildings shifted and fell, threatening to crush any in their way.  A few years after the ground had settled, the remaining people rebuilt the city, walling off the old.  Only those with permission of the Guard are aloud down into the old city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moonsmirror Bay&lt;/span&gt;, located just south of the city of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palishar&lt;/span&gt;, is a lovely, silvery lake, settled in-between the land and the water of the ocean, seperated only by some stone shards poking up through the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elthador&lt;/span&gt; is your typical Elven Kingdom, built in the forest, partly in the trees and partly on the ground.  The buildings are built of wood and thatch and barely distinguishable from the surrounding woods.  The Elves here keep to themselves mostly and are rather unsure of outsiders.  Little is known of the city of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elthador&lt;/span&gt;, as travelers generally do not add this elven home to their list of places to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peravayle&lt;/span&gt; is the south-eastern most location on the map.  It is a port city and attracts mostly sailiors and the like, though regular folk also live there, mostly further in away from the shore.  Though it was once a lively, cutting edge artsy place with lots of interesting architecture and artwork.  The ruler then, a woman named Shan Morval, loved art and all that comes from it.  As she created her beautiful city, people from all over flocked to there to watch great buildings formed from the earth itself with her magic.  But, it didn't last long.  She died under mysterious circumstances and her magic failed.  The buildings fell and what was left became the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peravayle&lt;/span&gt; of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faarstadt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-7414196253227134142?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/7414196253227134142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=7414196253227134142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7414196253227134142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7414196253227134142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/06/divided-kingdoms-ithryshal.html' title='The Divided Kingdoms - Ithryshal'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-3722535092124861604</id><published>2009-06-19T21:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:16:35.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Creature for Castles and Crusades</title><content type='html'>I needed an aquatic creature in a pinch and here's what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flesh Eating Flying Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number Encountered&lt;/span&gt;: 3-30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Size&lt;/span&gt;:                                      Small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hit Dice&lt;/span&gt;:                            5HD (d8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Move&lt;/span&gt;:                                  swim 40ft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attacks&lt;/span&gt;:                              bite - long razor sharp fangs (d6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Special Abilities&lt;/span&gt;:            charge attack (burst out of water); rip (bite d6+2); poison (flesh  eating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saves&lt;/span&gt;:                                 None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intelligent&lt;/span&gt;:                       Animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alignment&lt;/span&gt;:                       CE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type&lt;/span&gt;:                                  Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Treasure&lt;/span&gt;:                         None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt;:                                       120+5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flesh eating flying fish are pack creatures and tend to wait close to the surface for a victim.  They are a greyish green with hard plated scales over the back of their body.  They have long, razor sharp teeth that can rend flesh with little trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Combat&lt;/span&gt;:  Flesh eating flying fish will leap out of the water in groups to attack whatever happens to be in their path.  They will either attached themselves to their intended victim and inject them with a flesh eating poison or they will sink their teeth in and tear, then drop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-3722535092124861604?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/3722535092124861604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=3722535092124861604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/3722535092124861604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/3722535092124861604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-creature-for-castles-and-crusades.html' title='New Creature for Castles and Crusades'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-1974402720026310996</id><published>2009-06-18T18:06:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:34:00.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Divided Kingdoms - Haalspar</title><content type='html'>Going over the stuff that I have written up, I discovered some mistakes that I had made.  Perfect time to clear them up.  =o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Backbone of the Gods&lt;/span&gt; doesn't actually cut the land in thirds, it actually cuts it in half and an off-shoot of the mountain range called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fangtongue Mountains&lt;/span&gt; cuts the eastern half in half once again.  This seperates the Dwarves from the others.  I'll get to more of that when I talk about Faarstadt - which I don't have a whole lot about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on with Haalspar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haalspar&lt;/span&gt; takes up most of the western side of the continent - all but a small area of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoardelands of Dathar&lt;/span&gt; (which will be documented later).  It is a huge "country" that extends from the northern shore at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peak of the Sun&lt;/span&gt; all of the way down the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Backbone of the Gods&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obsidian Pillars&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flamespire&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the "country" of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haalspar&lt;/span&gt; there is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monarchy of Krae&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Battered Expanse&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barony Thal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiregreen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highrule&lt;/span&gt;.  The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoardelands of Dathar&lt;/span&gt; are technically part of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haalspar&lt;/span&gt; though they shown no allegiance to their governing body.  The peoples of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monarchy of Krae&lt;/span&gt; are generally human and elven, though any Elves stick mostly to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caydick&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aracdor&lt;/span&gt;.  Elves were present in the city of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiregreen&lt;/span&gt; until they started making and selling weapons and armor.  The Elves felt somewhat threatened by this and decided to leave before they got pulled into the middle of things.  Rumors of Dark Humans have been noted deeper in the south, though no one has really ever seen one.  Dwarves pop up here and there, usually near &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiregreen&lt;/span&gt; since they have communities on the other side of the Backbone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoardelands of Dathar&lt;/span&gt; are comprised of flat grasslands and rolling hills.  Small tribal villages made up of huts and long houses dot the landscape.  The "capital" of the Hoardelands in a large village called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merk&lt;/span&gt;.  Here the heads of all of the tribes come together to discuss things that are important to them.  Festivals are held here in the spring and fall to welcome the harvest and the planting season.  Think Norse and Celtic mixes of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monarchy of Krae&lt;/span&gt; has a very western European feel to it and has lots of rolling hills and meadowlands with some light wooded areas tossed around like pebbles.  The largest city within the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monarchy of Krae&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aracador&lt;/span&gt;, a feudal kingdom that thrives on war and commerce.  It is ruled by Family Borashal who has ruled for generations.  The current ruler is King Finar Borashal.  He has rule over all of Haalspar.  He also has a very large army based in his home city of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arcador&lt;/span&gt;.  This army offers protection to all citizens of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haalspar&lt;/span&gt;.  The architecture of Arcador is generally sturdy and well-built with richly decorated homes and shops built from wood and stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest city in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krae&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caydick&lt;/span&gt;.  This city is quite old, parts of it date back a few hundred years, though most of it is under the current level of the city.  Some say that underneath the newest foundation of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caydick&lt;/span&gt; are at least three levels of ancient buildings and probably at least a few strange creatures.  There are a few entrances to these older levels though they are guarded by the city watch.  Entering is frowned upon unless special permission is given by the head of the Adventurer's Guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monarchy of Krae&lt;/span&gt; is a section of land known as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Battered Expanse&lt;/span&gt;.  A long stretch of land covered by tall, golden grasses, it is swept violently by constant winds.  At night the winds carry the screams and moans of those that died in past battles between Elves and Humans.  Traveling across the Expanse requires skill and extra supplies.  There are roving bands of nomads that make their way across the Expanse and for a few gold, they will be glad to guide one through to the safety of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barony Thal&lt;/span&gt; on southern side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The land of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barony Thal&lt;/span&gt; is much like the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monarchy of Krae&lt;/span&gt;, just further south.  There are more forests in this area and less in the way of meadowlands.  The largest city, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highfort&lt;/span&gt;, is in the middle of the Barony and is governed by Lord Baron Semoras Takat.  Within the Barony is the well-known &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singing Blades Warrior Academy&lt;/span&gt;.  Many of the finest of the King's soldiers come from this school.  Most of the Barony is of the half-timber variety and looks much like something that would be middle European.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiregreen&lt;/span&gt; is a human community south and near the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Backbone of the Gods&lt;/span&gt;.  They have the most blacksmiths of any other town and export weapons and armor through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haalspar&lt;/span&gt;, mostly to the soldiers in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krae&lt;/span&gt;.  They also make practice weapons and armor for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singing Blades Warrior Academy&lt;/span&gt;.  But, at the same time, they will sell to anyone who has money.  They mine their ore from caverns cut into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Backbone of the Gods&lt;/span&gt;.  Rumor has it that they have mined so far down that they have found a completely new kind of metal, though there are no weapons as of yet.  The most popular point of interest in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shiregreen&lt;/span&gt; would be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughing Vixen Inn and Tavern&lt;/span&gt;.  The tavern is probably the best kept building in all of Shiregreen.  Most of the other buildings have somewhat fallen into disrepair since they mostly focus on the weapons and armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highrule&lt;/span&gt; is located in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Backbone of the Gods&lt;/span&gt; and has no real allegiance to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haalspar&lt;/span&gt;, it is just located within their realm.  It is considered its own independent nation with no rulers outside of their walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ithryshal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-1974402720026310996?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/1974402720026310996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=1974402720026310996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1974402720026310996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1974402720026310996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/06/divided-kingdoms-haalspar.html' title='The Divided Kingdoms - Haalspar'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-844719475232923315</id><published>2009-06-17T19:41:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:35:34.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Game World</title><content type='html'>Years ago, before my daughter was born, I started my own game world. And promptly forgot all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently I was thinking about it and dug out my notebook. Man, I have a lot of notes. Some of it is even backed up on disc. I had forgotten so much of what I have. And, boy, do I have a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I decided to change my blog and do more game related stuff, I'm going to start documenting all of my game world. Originally, I started it up because I wanted to share it with everyone and make a sort of "drop-in" game world. Instead, I wrote a ton of stuff to use and set it aside. Never used it or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have two game worlds that I started - "The Divided Kingdoms" which has a very Faerun - Medieval Europe type feel with some Oriental/Arabic flavor tossed in. And "The Lands of the Azure Orb" which is kind of a melting pot of different cultures and peoples. I'm going to start with the Divided Kingdoms, mostly since it comes first in my notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in there is outlined and listed in order, but I don't think that that's very interesting to look at, so I'm going to try to write it out instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a rather plain looking map that I drew out for this particular game setting. Nothing spectacular, just a quick sketch. At least it gives one an idea where things are and where things should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/SjmIyn5zoAI/AAAAAAAAABE/FxIkO_9DP_4/s1600-h/Amber%27sWorldMap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348456435765452802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/SjmIyn5zoAI/AAAAAAAAABE/FxIkO_9DP_4/s320/Amber%27sWorldMap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first section that I have outlined is the landscape of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Backbone of the Gods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a line of towering, jagged and treacherous mountains that cuts the land into thirds. The tops of the mountains are so high in places that they get lost in the clouds. Snow caps the high peaks giving them a blue-white cast. Passages have been cut through the mountain range in areas so that trade can take place between the lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the northern most point of the Backbone is &lt;strong&gt;The Peak of the Sun&lt;/strong&gt;, the legendary home of the gods. The very top of the peak disappears into the clouds. Sun shines perpetually on the Peak of the Gods, lighting the &lt;strong&gt;Ivory City&lt;/strong&gt; day and night. This City is huge and is the home of all of the deities of the Human Pantheon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the most southern end of the Backbone are the &lt;strong&gt;Obsidian Pillars&lt;/strong&gt;, the entrance to the Underearth. Not much is known about the Obsidian Pillars except that no one ever goes there. The pillars are massive and taller than the tallest titan. Between them is the black maw of the Underearth and a horrible sulfuric smell. No human can enter into the Underearth and return unscathed. The Pillars are set into the side of the tallest peak, the &lt;strong&gt;Flamespire&lt;/strong&gt;. An ancient volcano in origin, the Flamespire reaches to the clouds and spews noxious fumes day in and day out perpetually. No one lives near the Pillars because of the smell and the horrible sounds that emanate from the Flamespire and the Underearth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/SjmIyn5zoAI/AAAAAAAAABE/FxIkO_9DP_4/s1600-h/Amber%27sWorldMap.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-844719475232923315?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/844719475232923315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=844719475232923315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/844719475232923315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/844719475232923315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-game-world.html' title='My Game World'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A0v1BJunZ3I/SjmIyn5zoAI/AAAAAAAAABE/FxIkO_9DP_4/s72-c/Amber%27sWorldMap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-6387280496237290217</id><published>2009-06-17T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:01:57.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I decided...</title><content type='html'>...to change my blog around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was playing Castles and Crusades today with Doc and our friend, I decided that I really wanted to do my blog as a gamer blog instead.  I have so many ideas in my head and so many things roaming around in notebooks and on little scraps of paper.  Why not put them into my blog and make it more geared toward gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here watching Conan makes me want to play a Conan game.  I doubt that I will anytime soon, but I always really enjoyed the setting.  I like the crazy huge ruins and the impossibly outrageous things that happen.  Monstrous creatures and things that slither in the night.  Beautiful women, strong men, wine and food.  The crazy wanton lust for life in the setting seems so attractive in a game setting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, now I wanted to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-6387280496237290217?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/6387280496237290217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=6387280496237290217' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/6387280496237290217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/6387280496237290217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-decided.html' title='So I decided...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-3199350134314879212</id><published>2009-06-14T20:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:09:22.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdy Girl</title><content type='html'>So, I was at work the other day and I saw a guy wearing a "Browncoats" t-shirt (you know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firefly&lt;/span&gt;) and I said to him, "Hey, cool t-shirt."  He stared at me like I had three heads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I saw a guy wearing a t-shirts with some DC supers on it.  I said, "My daughter would love that shirt.  Batman is one of her favorites."  Now apparently I have horns growing out of my three heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later I saw a guy wearing a Transformers t-shirt (not from the movie, but one of the vintage ones) and I said something to him along the lines of ,"I like your shirt."  I have sprouted a fourth head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when a girl says something about liking something nerdy, men stare like there's an alien in front of them.  Really now, why?  I am just as much a nerd as Doc Rotwang and everyone respects his nerdity, but I get stared at.  Am I not supposed to know this stuff or am I just such an oddity that it requires a second look? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-3199350134314879212?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/3199350134314879212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=3199350134314879212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/3199350134314879212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/3199350134314879212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/06/nerdy-girl.html' title='Nerdy Girl'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-4754333030577577828</id><published>2009-02-10T13:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:53:28.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maps</title><content type='html'>Normally when I make a dungeon map for a game, I sit down and draw out this big map with lots of rooms that will probably never get explored - or even described as anything other than "A dark, empty room".  Recently, I decided to not to do that.  I was going to instead Google up a map with a lot of useless rooms so I wouldn't have to draw one.  Scratch that idea, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I went a whole new route.  Something I've never done before.  I created one room, the main one that everyone will start out in, and described it in a paragraph or two.  I listed all of the appropriate details and anything that just seemed like fun to mention.  I drew little exits off of the room and labeled them 2-5 (since 1 is the main room).  I made an arrow pointing North.  That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I went on to room two.  I drew it out with all of the stuff to go along with it and continued on to room three.  Lo and behold, I have a serviceable dungeon without all of the extra rooms.  And I don't even draw that well.  But hey, it worked out and I like what I have.  So far I have six rooms in the main underground area, nothing outrageous, just a study chamber, a couple of storage rooms and a secret room or two.  But it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below that level is a subterranean level where other things are, mostly tunnels and lots of roots and rocks.  I'm doing it the same way, going room by room.  If I had to connect them all, they would come out just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather proud of my little unencumbered "dungeon" and it's follow-up subterranean lair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-4754333030577577828?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/4754333030577577828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=4754333030577577828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/4754333030577577828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/4754333030577577828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/02/maps.html' title='Maps'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-7432281962337529301</id><published>2009-01-08T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:02:40.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamer Craziness</title><content type='html'>So we're finally getting around to starting up our games again.  It's been a while and I am really looking forward to getting back to the action.  We're doing Castles and Crusades, mostly cause it's a &lt;i&gt;rocking&lt;/i&gt; system and does everything that we want it to.  I've opted to run first cause I have an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice little village nestled into a forest in a valley.  Thatched roofs, half timber construction, lots of vegetation and animals - and Harpies.  It seems that a ruined castle buried deep in the forest has attracted the attention of a band of aggressive, nasty Harpies.  What's there?  Well that's for the PCs to find out (and for me to figure out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided on doing what I call "Drop In Gaming".  Basically, I'm taking a few hexes on the map and making up some stuff, then letting other people add to it.  It's a way for all of us to run a game and not feel limited by what someone has created.  Then when it's all together and fleshed out, we can gather it all up into a document and have something really cool from all of us.  I'll talk more about it later, when I get some ideas together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-7432281962337529301?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/7432281962337529301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=7432281962337529301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7432281962337529301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/7432281962337529301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2009/01/gamer-craziness.html' title='Gamer Craziness'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-4588146221635352344</id><published>2007-09-24T17:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T17:07:06.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'll be sitting there watching TV and get an idea for something.  This time I happened to be watching the Andromeda set on SciFi channel today and got all kinds of ideas for a space game.  Don't have any idea what system I would use, but probably D6 Space since I like that one a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a far off section of space, possibly somewhere in my Waystation Hope area, but maybe not.  There are avatars of various things, like suns, stars, black holes, nebulas, etc; AI's of ships and great computer systems; lots of spaceships, androids, crazy blaster weapons; but no aliens.  Humankind ran through and slaughtered alien civilizations to make way for the new human race, which screwed them all in the end anyway.  There are lots of alien ruins and such, but no aliens as far as anyone knows.  There is a huge black nebula called the End Way where nothing and no one can exist.  Lots of planets and moons inhabited by all kinds of human with all kinds of agendas.  Adventures of all sorts can happen and probably will.  Law level is dependant on the planet or moon and the local government. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has kind of a Traveller feel mixed with general space craziness.  Traveller because one can do the whole cargo shifting life while exploring areas that may have not been explored before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to do something like this but my problem is that I just don't always sit down and take time to work on things.  I need to.  I really need to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-4588146221635352344?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/4588146221635352344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=4588146221635352344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/4588146221635352344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/4588146221635352344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2007/09/ideas.html' title='Ideas'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-912294388869368542</id><published>2007-09-24T12:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:47:22.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween, Part 1</title><content type='html'>Lily, my sweet little three year old daughter, tells me "Mommy, I want to be a witch for Haldoween. But, I also want to be a ghost - and a pumpkin." Twenty minutes into finding stuff for the said witchy-ghost-pumpkin costume (which I decided would be an orange and black witch costume with little ghosts and pumpkins on the hat and bodice) she decides that she wants to be Harry Potter, Hermione and Ron. The look on her face when I told her that I didn't know how to do that was amazing. "You don't?" she asked in surprise then changed the subject by saying, "Mommy, I really hafta pee." Oh, three year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we settled on the idea of the orange and black witch costume with the little pumpkins and ghosts and a Harry Potter wand. I had to drive all over town to find that damn wand, but find it I did. Now she wants to be Cinderella. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be happy with the witch once I get it done. Got it cut out and all, now I just have to did out my sewing machine and serger. That's always the hard part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year on the Sunday before Halloween, Doc and I run our Halloween Game. Last year I did &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sci Fi Original Pictures presents a Sci Fi Original Roleplaying Game &lt;em&gt;Mandingo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;It was fun. I had all of the player characters in a small outback town in Australia with no way out being attacked by were-dingoes. Eventually, there was a lot of death and betrayal by one of the characters. Everyone had a good time, so I'm doing it again this year. I didn't use a system persay, I just made it up as I went along. I gave everyone three things that they were really good at, three things that they were really bad at, a short background, a catch phrase and one thing that they had to say somewhere during the game that would give them a drama point to change the plot. I think that it worked out well. On that note, I can't decide just what strange creature they are going to encounter this year. Mantopus? Manster? I need to think about it. But whatever it will be, there will be crazy fun had by all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-912294388869368542?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/912294388869368542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=912294388869368542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/912294388869368542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/912294388869368542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2007/09/halloween-part-1.html' title='Halloween, Part 1'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528140276219897614.post-1158444280588552080</id><published>2007-09-21T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T22:45:20.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Stuff In My Head...</title><content type='html'>...and now I need to get it all out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to do my own blog for quite some time but I just haven't done it.  Why?  Mostly because I'm lazy.  Other reasons are just not interesting (no zombie attacks or anything that cool, just life). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, starting a blog so I can jot down my ideas for stories, games, characters and anything else that gets stuck in the forefront of my mind.  And believe me, that's a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I had an idea for something - be it a story or a one-on-one roleplaying game - that involved a person from modern England being transported to a faraway place.  I know that it's been done before but that doesn't stop me from thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here it is: &lt;br /&gt;A young woman, probably in her thirties is driving down the road on her way to work or wherever when a huge swirling blue vortex opens up in front of her.  Seeing that she's driving down the road at a rather good clip, she can't help but drive through it.  The vortex deposits her in the middle of a golden field somewhere.  She's got a good head on her shoulders so she doesn't freak out.  Instead she drives knowing that she will eventually run out of gas, but at least it's faster than being on foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, she comes to a river with no way to get the car across.  There's a foot bridge, but that's all.  Leaving the car behind, she starts walking.  Everything looks a lot like England to her, just not a place that she recognizes.  That goes to pot when she's set upon by men on horseback wearing what appears to medieval armor though a little more stylized.  Now's when she starts to freak out a little.  This obviously in not where she should be.   The men on horseback take her away to a nearby castle an introduce her to the Prince, Faaric.  She tells him that her name in Emma Pendarrin, which rings a bell with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She learns after a while that her great-grandmother, Lillian Pendarrin, had also been there and had been somesort of foretold sorceress that would bring down their enemies.  Emma had always wondered what had happened to her great-grandmother.  Faaric tells her that another Pendarrin was prophesied to arrive and would be a great warrior and protector of the kingdom - a champion.  Emma has a hard time believing this but she doesn't know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have so far.  Nothing else is really definate, except that Faaric has a brother name Allric and he has his sights on the throne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528140276219897614-1158444280588552080?l=randaccmem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/feeds/1158444280588552080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528140276219897614&amp;postID=1158444280588552080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1158444280588552080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528140276219897614/posts/default/1158444280588552080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randaccmem.blogspot.com/2007/09/too-much-stuff-in-my-head.html' title='Too Much Stuff In My Head...'/><author><name>Amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01218966622466571327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oO1crjh1EKg/TxbpogPt0HI/AAAAAAAAAJI/IYuFpMRM0l8/s220/IMG_6981.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
