Nov. 19th, 2019


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Salt and Pepper Fest Sign-Ups!


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Sign-ups are open for the 2020 Salt and Pepper Fest!

Check out the prompts and sign-up here!

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In need of one code. If anyone has a spare I would really appreciate it!

Nov. 18th, 2019


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THE PURIST INITIATIVE
A Dark Harry Potter RPG set in 2012
PREMISE
Harry Potter is dead. With Voldemort's disappearance, the Death Eaters retained control of the Ministry, their reign arising from out of the crumbling ashes of the Battle of Hogwarts. The magical world waited with bated breath to see what was to come. The changes, however, started off impossibly small. But they did come.

Following a series of muggle attacks on wizarding communities, muggleborns slowly began to lose their rights in the name of their supposed protection. Falling to the wayside in the community at large, they came to be an unprotected, at-risk population, easy to exploit. Now, fourteen years later, a hierarchy has emerged based on blood status. Those at the top seem to have all the rights, while every step could lead to possible ruin. Those at the bottom seem to have nothing to lose while those in the middle have the largest array of choices. Everything a character does can have potential consequences. What choices will yours make?

The Purist Initiative is a dark post-war AU RPG where Voldemort's ideas of blood purity has created a caste system within the closed Wizarding World. A variety of catastrophes and political issues continue to arise, allowing for a very plot driven game. We officially opened August 7th and has been going strong since! Please check us out and put in a hold if you're interested!
NAVIGATION

Nov. 15th, 2019


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What a special year it's been. Oh, well. Still working. Still RPing, even if there are definite challenges at times. Started sleep and fitness tracking. Have five figures in savings. It's not all bad I guess.

Nov. 14th, 2019


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Pointy Pointers


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A few quick pointers this morning.

•Prompting is open through Sunday at [community profile] hp_goldenage for the 2020 Salt and Pepper Fest! The post is here. We could really use some more prompts of all varieties.

•We've opened up prompting for this year's [community profile] adventdrabbles here.

•For my [community profile] snape_potter peeps, Swap entries are due on Sunday!

Nov. 13th, 2019


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Leaves like rain...


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Yesterday started out rainy and overcast. Then the winds picked up and the temps started dropping. Leaves were falling like rain.

This year, we somewhat winterized the house. It's easier to do when you don't have a third person living with you, not actively contributing but offering unsolicated advice when you're doing things to get ready for winter.

So, to that extent, the two long front windows now have plastic , double layer, over them. And I put the window inserts in the double square windows on the sides of the house myself. The chill that had been in here is now gone. Though it was disconcerting to watch the plastic 'breath' in the gusts of wind, even if I couldn't feel any cold air, thankfully.

Monday, knowing this cold snap was coming, I made an outdoor cat shelter for Barny, the barncat that seems to have semi-adopted our property.

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It consists of a plastic storage tote and a stryofoam cooler inside, with a entry hole cut in the front. It was then stuffed with dry leaves and had some catnip sprinkled in and around the front of it. I then took some brtanches that came off of Fezzik earlier and draped them over and around it, after placing it against the cattle fence where Barny usually comes trough to eat on the porch- which is also a covered feeding spot, with an old welcome mat underneath, so they aren't sitting on cold concrete while eating. Hopefully Barny uses the shelter.

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Last night was belt testing. This is the last belt before we go for our 1st degree black belt. So very proud of how far we've come since we started. All the stiffness, aches and weariness we felt last night and today, after class, is so very worth it.




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Nov. 12th, 2019

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long shot, but...

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not sure if this journal gets hits anymore, but i was just searching for a code so i can start playing again!

Nov. 10th, 2019


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PSA about subscription/access


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Every day is unfriending amnesty day in havocthecat-land. Should you not wish to read what I have to say, please feel free to unsubscribe and/or deaccess at any time. (My subscription/access theory is, by and large, aimed toward the mutual and dyadic. Which means that if you remove your subscription to me and leave my access to you, I will likely remove both my subscription to you and your access to me.)

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How's about an actual update?


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That'd be fun, wouldn't it? Lately it's been crafts and pets and fests, huh?

Let's see.

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Anywho. How's the rest of you?
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Nov. 6th, 2019

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The golden apples of the Hesperides

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One of my biggest regrets in my life is that I didn’t go to college. When I was 18 and desperate to get out of my parents’ house, I moved to Westwood, where UCLA is, and moved in with Hardwick, who I’d known for a little bit, and who was already attending.

I planned to enroll in two years of Extension, and then apply to the university after. I have no idea if that is even a thing that a kid can or could do, though, because the instant I started filling out my Extension forms, I panicked.

What if I didn’t know how to be a college student? What if I failed? I was certainly going to fail. I was a stupid actor. I knew that. Mrs. Lee told me that in 9th grade, and my dad has spent my whole life making it really clear to me that I was worthless (fun sidebar: when I was 19 or 20, I read The Portable Nietzsche. I thought a lot of it was bullshit nihilism, but some of it resonated with young me. I wanted to share that with my dad, whose approval and affection I craved, desperately. When I did, he told me I was “being a fucking intellectual” and “nobody likes a fucking intellectual.” I was so humiliated and kicked in the balls by that statement, I never pursued any further reading of philosophy, or mentioned it to him, again). I didn’t even have real public high school experience beyond one awful semester when I was a Freshman. I had no idea what to do, and I was so afraid of failure, I never turned the forms in.

Here’s how sheltered I was and how unprepared I was as a kid, crawling into adulthood: I thought you had to be in a fraternity if you were in a college. I didn’t know any better, and my dad was in a fraternity (which explains SO MUCH about what a jerk he was hashtag not all frat guys), and TV and movies were heavily focused on that whole thing, so I just extrapolated from what information I had and … well, garbage in, garbage out.

For years I told anyone who asked me about it that I had to withdraw because I was getting work as an actor. That’s partially true. I was getting work as an actor, but it wasn’t enough to justify not going to a single class. The truth was, I was terrified of the uncertainty. I felt like the only thing that mattered, the only thing I was any good at, was being an actor. And even then, at 18, I knew that it wasn’t my passion. I wasn’t ready to admit to myself that I was living my mother’s dream, and trying so hard to do the only thing I was good at because I hoped it would make my dad love me, but when I met other actors my own age who hadn’t been pushed into it by their parents, they had a totally different energy around them. They had this incredible and wondrous knowledge of theatre and film and acting technique, that they’d devoured and studied. They had the artistic calling, of art for its own sake.

I had the fear of failure, and the growing awareness that I didn’t love the one thing I was good at. And, I have to be honest: I wasn’t even that good at it, then. I was OKAY, but not great. I knew that, and I knew that I would get better when I understood technique the way those other young actors did, as opposed to leaning on the instincts and experience I already had.

When I got older and eventually went to drama school, where I studied Meisner Technique for years, I did get better. I’m good at it now, I like being on the set now, and I’m proud of the work I’ve done, even the stuff that isn’t that great like The Liar’s Club. That work and those years of study actually contributed to me finding my own path, and discovering the confidence to be a writer and storyteller. I learned when I was in those workshops and scene studies that the performing wasn’t what I loved; it was the preparation, the deconstruction of the scene and the character, the work that went into getting to know who the characters were and why they were in this scene, what was at stake, and what all their obstacles were. As a writer, now, I use all that training I had for scene preparation, when I’m creating a scene from scratch. It’s awesome.

But, way back in 1990, I was just afraid of so many things, and I wasn’t supported in the ways I needed, so I let that fear consume me, and didn’t attend a single class. I have always regretted that.

A few weeks ago, I decided that I was going to take an online course, not for credit, but just for knowledge. I looked at TONS of courses, and decided that I would take a writing course. I have a lot of practical experience writing essays like this one, narrative nonfiction, and short opinion pieces, but I have no formal writing education, beyond reading some books. This is not to say that reading some books hasn’t been helpful! I have learned a TON about structure and character design and pacing from books. I’m a competent fiction writer, and I credit the books I read with helping me understand my own writing process a little better.

But I decided to take a writing class, anyway, because I thought I would get some insights that would help close up the gaps in my knowledge. I spent a lot of time looking around online, and decided to take Brandon Sanderson’s course at BYU. It’s a series of 11 lectures and a Q&A, that was recorded in 2017. I’ve been watching one lecture a day, taking weekends off, and tomorrow I’ll finish.

It’s been a fantastic experience for me. I haven’t learned as much new stuff as I thought I would, but even more importantly, I’ve had many of my instincts and experiences confirmed and validated by someone I respect and admire, who is successful in my field. The new things that I did learn have been PROFOUND for me. Like, huge, epic, explosive revelations and insights that I did not expect at all.

The biggest revelation hit me this afternoon, as today’s lecture was wrapping up: I doubt myself way too much. I’m smarter and more capable than I was raised to believe I am, and it would serve me well to trust my instincts more. I should listen to my OWN voice when I’m creating, and not invent voices that criticize me, humiliate me, or minimize my accomplishments.

I got a lot of good, useful, practical, experience and knowledge from Professor Sanderson’s class, but the most profound thing I got out of it wasn’t even directly related to what he was teaching, which I believe is what going to college is all about.

I don’t know what it’ll be, but I’m going to start another course when I finish this one. Maybe something in history. I’ve always been interested in learning more about the American Civil War and Reconstruction, and that seems really, grossly, horrifyingly relevant to this moment in our history.

I’m really grateful that I can pursue knowledge for its own sake, and I’m even more grateful that I’m not afraid to do it.