Roleplaying games are fun. They are a superb social activity and idea furnaces. A clutch of like minded imagineers jointly build a story together and for each of us the epic will be remembered in our own way. As a GM, I only plant the seed of the idea, the story itself is the purview of the players. It's them that make it great.
I have been investigating with different API structures (REST, XML-RPC and SOAP) as part of work and I think it's a good time to talk about the Chom 4 Application Programming Interface.
The Chom 4 API will allow other developers to easily get at data in Chom Isis and perform some actions without visiting the web page.
So, I applied for a job as a lead c# .net developer working on a modern technology stack. I was told that there was a legacy product but the aim of the job was to help sunset the old technology (that was being looked after by a bunch of contractors and off-shorers) by coding in the new.
I recently put out a call for players for the beta for the next version of Chom Isis and only got 4 registrations. That's well under the threshold needed to make best use of the new features. So I cancelled it. There are four disappointed people.
As Felix grows, the developmental stages are less obvious. Most of the big ones to do with motion (sitting up, walking, etc) are now old hat. Felix is a much happier fellow now he can self-propell. I think the idea of lying down and just having the world happen to him was abhorrent. He wants to happen to the world.
Some say "It never rains and then it pours" to signal bad luck converging such that it is noticable. For family Lang, it's been pouring for months now and it just won't stop.
When not bilious, each week I send out an email offering to run a roleplaying game. It used to be Icar, recently we've been playing Cloudship Atlantis. It's pretty good fun, we have an excellent vibe. However I really need 3 players to play - 2 is just too little. Over the years players have come and gone depending on their work commitments or waning interest in play or leaving Uni.
Time relativity is an odd thing. On one hand, it doesn't seem like 13 months ago that Felix landed. On the other, so much has happened in those 13 months that it feels like a lifetime. I can't quite understand why a time can seem like a long period and short period at the same time, must be something to do with relativity and context.
During the entire month of November, I'm going to have this lunacy sprouting out of my face:
At the start of August, I was taken by ambulance to Norwich and Norfolk Accident and Emergency (A&E) where I was mis-diagnosed with a gastric blockage. I was advised to see my GP and get an ultrasound. When I explained the symptoms to my GP, Dr Tulley, she said "Sounds more like gallstones, you're a bit young to have them but we must get that ultrasound done".