triskellian

Just back from a holiday where I met lots of lovely new people, and played several role playing games:

jakemalone's Homecoming, about a team returning to Earth from a space station after five years of no contact since war destroyed most of Earth's civilisation; Lost Love's Labours, about love, terrorists, and sacrificing your friends to demons; House of Magic,

ealuscerwen's Dragaera murder mystery game (in which the party avoided the actual whodunnit aspect, but apparently won anyway. Sort of), and White City,

inskauldrak's Neverwhere game about war, bartering, and stabbing each other in the back.

The cottages we were staying in were the converted stable block of an abbey, and set in rather beautiful grounds, including a lake, which filled

kauket and me with great delight. We swam in it six times (three on one day alone), to the mocking of most of our companions. It was lovely, and we have resolved to do more outdoor swimming. (I bought a book about wild swimming at the Hay on Wye literary festival the week before, so I am now equipped to find swimmable lakes and rivers wherever in the country I find myself.)

The GMs didn't seem to mind players knitting in sessions, so I made some progress on the successor to the cable jumper I posted about here ages ago - the finished article was not satisfactory, so I unravelled it and am now turning it into a cardigan instead. (As always, more about my knitting (and spinning) on my knitting blog.)

On our mutual day off,

kauket and I planned to watch some Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and we spent lots of time on the preceding days discussing which episodes to watch. We decided early on to concentrate on episodes we hadn't watched much, and gradually agreed on the edited highlights of series 7, which we both think is the weakest series, so haven't seen as much as the earlier ones. We chose five episodes, ending with the last one ever. It was sad :-(

And in between all of this productive and enriching activity, I did rather a lot of rolling up the world. This is all

kauket's fault, for bringing the PS2 and We Love Katamari with her, and then forcing me (and several other people) to become addicted. On our return home,

smiorgan and I immediately set about acquiring a copy of the game and a PS2 to play it on, and have busied ourselves unlocking levels to get to our favourite one. This is probably the only computer game I've played for more than about 30 minutes total in about a decade, and is utterly addictive, as well as having some peculiar effects on the way its players see the world around them - everything smaller than me is something I can roll up!

Holidays are great :-)