A 28.8k connection is NOT

A 28.8k connection is NOT conductive to frequent use…either it be email, surfing the web, designing webpages, or working on this ol’ blog.
Plus, its been a busy few days, again.
Let’s see…more driving practice–and even my very first solo. It was successful, I might add.
Weather here is getting warm again, it seems to be like the waves, slope upward, and then slope downward, back and forth like a rhythm. Not much rain to speak of. No wonder people love the Mediterranean climate.
I ran a one-shot Amber scenario Sunday for Bonnie and our friend Sandie…Bonnie’s first live game in over a year, and Sandie’s first live Amber game, period. It was pretty fun, dusted off one of my old ideas (Fimbulwinter) about a misunderstanding, really more of an orchestrated conflict between Amber and Chaos by a third party. It is one of the ideas I’ve had in my “idea jar” for running at Ambercons. I, and they, enjoyed it and it felt good to GM live for the first time since the Con.
Speaking of need, I need to get on over to Beter Noire and download some stuff so that I can work on some letters. I owe them. I’ve done all right in doing SB turns, and turns for AOR and ROP, but that is something I need to make my voice heard. Its just a pain to surf the net in slow motion. Broadband made me into a spoiled brat that way.

An interesting couple of days.

An interesting couple of days.
Actually went driving Sunday, practicing for the first time since I’ve arrived in California. Driving laws are somewhat different here than back East, not that I was a polished driver to begin with. I didn’t do too badly except when it came to trying to park…
In Amber news, Arref has quoted from my SB Faq and compared the use of Trump Calls between his world and mine. http://shadowthriller.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_shadowthriller_archive.html#76754047. Actually, the one time in my game I had Random ignore trump calls for a while, PCs immediately took this as a sign something was wrong with him…even if all he wanted was some peace and quiet.

That marine layer thing that

That marine layer thing that happens during the mornings here has not yet burned off. On the national weather maps, its listed
as “fog” but that’s not quite an accurate term. Overcast might be better.
Pretty quiet day. Played with the template a bit, as you might see.

Well, I now have a

Well, I now have a dilaipidated 14″ monitor. Its not pretty but it works…and so my computer (even if it is not connected to the internet) is back in buisness. The funny thing is, and Bonnie’s mother noticed it in conjunction with Bonnie, that my desire to spend endless amounts of time on the internet has decreased significantly. One of the prime causes of that (Looking for Bonnie) has been eliminated.
Ive discovered the bus system here makes the poor one back on Staten Island seem like paradise. Buses here during the day can be as infrequent as every HOUR, on weekdays. Old cord style bell ringers and a lack of seats completes the rather dismal experience of riding them. That, and the fact that the number of sidewalks and crosswalks are less than what should be make it a fact–you truly have to drive here to do ANYTHING. The nearest major grocery store is more than a mile and a half away.

Alive, and, well… Well, it

Alive, and, well…

Well, it doesn’t look like I will be connecting MY computer to the internet, per se, considering the layout here as far as phone lines. In actuality I am now on a 28.8k connection…which is going to slow down my output of everything. My plan is to compose stuff on my CPU (once I hook it up, I just got it the other day) and upload stuff via Bonnie’s.
I wrote a recent email to my friends about life here, and somewhat edited, I decided to have it here as well.
C’est la vie. To Bridgette, and Cathy, and the SB people, I beg your indulgence a little longer. Once I get my computer set up and can see my emails, I can truly respond in an orderly fashion, even if it means swapping disks between the two.
California is definitely a very weird world, where u turns are legal, crosswalk buttons actually do work, and grocery stores have end cap displays full of tortillas.
The weather here has been more variable than you might expect, or think, from all of the movies and tv shows. May seems to be a transitional month, and the weather at 9 am and 2 pm can be startlingly different. It takes some getting used to. I’ve passed the written driving test here, almost by accident, but for the nonce only have been riding in cars that Bonnie or her mother have drove, or walked.
Walking here is even more impractical than Staten Island. Buses are few, and the blocks and distances between places is longer than you might think. Two traffic lights, back East, doesn’t sound like much at all. Here, its a hike. I’m sure you all know that I am no stranger to hoofing it, but the sheer space between things is daunting to say the least. I WILL NEED, and WILL, drive.
I’ve gotten a bit of a farmers tan so far, my arms are darker than they have been in a long time. The lower latitude and thus a stronger sun is partly to blame, as well as, once the “marine layer” clears in the morning, it is very sunny here. A couple of days, though, that layer has held throughout the day. It’s strange…back in NYC, the weather generally (except Noreasters and Hurricanes) came roaring TO the ocean where we were. Here, the Ocean is the *source* of the weather patterns. On the evening news, when they do the weather, they show satellite maps of the Pacific Ocean that you never see unless you are a devoted follower of the Weather Channel–because everything that California gets comes from the deep blue sea.
Bonnie and her mother have been helpful and wonderful in helping to get me acclimated to California. We’ve not spent much time together since the initial weekend–Bonnie’s been drowned in work and her classwork, and our relationship really is almost starting from scratch in a sense, building up from a new foundation. Co-habitation, even in her mother’s house, is definitely a new experience for the both of us. With work, faith, love and hope, we will build and grow a lasting, wonderous relationship together here.
I might be a stranger in a strange land, but I continue to learn all I can about the world that I have chosen to drop myself precipitously into. I’m still standing, yeah yeah yeah.