I get it now. The inside joke. Always knew the VP instructors shared an inside joke (or 4 gazillion).

Your delight in the use of the word "modified" -- it's really because you knew that's what we'd all be when we were through. Not quite the same, modified.

Have fun y'all. Wish I were going to be there with you.

(Ever feel like comment spam filters are just a little *too* inclusive? Let me tell you about trying to blog the Aqua T-E-E-N Hunger Force movie over at metblogs...)

I'm pretty sure the VPX alumni are horribly jealous of the new crop of students, staff and instructors. They get to make up their own unique group culture.

I guess this proves that nothing ever truly disappears from the Internets if it contains potentially embarrassing content.

Thankfully, the riffs about the dinosaur sodomy was mostly off-mic. Ahem.

Disclaimer: Most of us had been partaking of tnh's scurvy cure by that point in the evening, or zak's ambrosia.

However, as Dru said, none of us were in any danger of scurvy. I don't know that we came off nearly as intelligently as Uncle Jim's description makes us sound.

Etc.

I don't have anything bright to say here. You lot go on and have a good time and warp some more heads.

On a plane tomorrow morning, on the island tomorrow night. On a podcast, gods willing, never. But we shall see...

When playing Mafia, there is no proper Lawful-Good solution, other than to not play at all, but that's kind of boring, so, just do what you can.

And if a potential thing testee says that the game will be much more interesting if they're allowed to continue to play, test them if you want to live.

(I agree with your point about immediately testing anyone who says the game will be more interesting with them untested, however.)

There are arguments for both approaches, of course.

(And the third approach, players playing the rulebook, but that leads to other sorts of curdled feelings.)

I blame whatever was in that glass that my friend handed me. Yup. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

A crop?

... must... fill... braiiiinnnns...

e.g., I'm pretty certain Greg can't actually tell an outright lie. However, whenever anyone asked him if he was a Thing, he'd say that he was really drunk.

OTOH, there's a limit. I was sufficiently drunk that, eventually, I blurted out that I wasn't sure if I was human. At that point, TNH (who'd become a Thing by then) sacrificed me to bolster her human creds. (Still, I did better than I usually do as a Thing.)

Let me save you some agony: She's a Thing. But by the point you've decided to test her, she's already plotted your removal.

Oh, and dimples will doom you.

http://www.davidcsimon.com/crimsondark/index.php?view=comic&strip_id=39

You know, when I started Crimson Dark, I told myself that I was going to try and avoid all of the standard webcomic cliches. In the space of just one chapter, I have mentioned pirates and used a Zombie Ninja Cyborg. Wow.

Nobody would really notice if we all just showed up back on the island, would they? Twice the students = twice the awesome. Twice the students also = half the pancakes-per-person ratio, but... um... nobody likes pancakes, right? Yuck. Pancakes.

Great fun. I still regret missing the Friday night hijinx -- but I think I need a goodly dose of protein by then.

If it wasn't for VP, I'd never-ever-ever have gotten into Stonecoast. :-)

What I loved most about VP: The instructors at VP said the things that none of my undergrad professors ever dared to say .... and then some!

If it wasn't for VP, I'd never-ever-ever have gotten into Stonecoast. :-)

What I loved most about VP: The instructors at VP said the things that none of my undergrad professors ever dared to say .... and then some!

What's that you said about underclad professors?
("Undergrad.")
Nevermind.

I tell authors similar things about writing dance scenes - leave it vague, because unless you consult someone who knows what they're talking about you're going to mess it up the minute you get specific. (This will then provide me and my circle of dance friends with entertainment, but probably not the sort an author wants to provide.)

I need to rememeber not to drink and read at the same time. That was too funny! But now there is coffee everywhere. Doh!

/Ow!