One year.

One year ago, I moved into this house. I'm glad I did, it's been a great time. There've been parties and get-togethers and pizza and video games and media equipment and computers and lots of other fun stuff. And today there's me recuperating after a month of hard living.

I'll be doing some of that by judging games in the Interactive Fiction Competition, which started last night and which I spent a few hours downloading. Now it's all here, baby, thirty games to receive my adulation or disgust!

Collateral Savage

A fascinating idea from a new group called Newsgaming. Play September 12, their first editorial video game. (Shockwave is required.)

Back up.

Two weeks ago, there was an npl puzzle party at the house of Music Man, over in Woodland Hills. To cut down on driving, Artistry crashed in my bed, which was less trouble than one might think, since I was at work at the time. When he got up, we went out for our now traditional meal at Jerry's Deli. (I'm not sure how we'll manage that at the next party, since the location is between the two of us. Perhaps we'll all meet at Cramerica's place beforehand and go to the one in Marina Del Rey. Or Nichol's.)

They day was pretty standard. ( Bartok made magic. )

( Music Man asked the musical question: Where? )

( I got a job. )

( Elfman played hide and 11-Seek )

( Bluff made us cross-eyed. )

( Panache banked on it. )

( And Artistry made all of his answers porn stars. )

After all that, Art and Cram came over to my place, where we played Trivial Pursuit. Then wjukknibs stopped by (he's been spending a disturbing amount of time at my landlords' house), and we played mini-Cluesome and Chain Reaction (the latter doesn't have rules online, and I don't feel like typing them up). Eventually, I managed to kick everyone out because I was really tired. So tired, indeed, that it took me until now to tell thee of it.

The End.