Okay, so, I basically missed everything. All the recent furor, anyhow. Yes, I’m in the movie and, yes, I was in the stage show back in good ol’ 2005, but it’s fair to say I’ve been on the periphery. Now, that’s simply due to the facts of my life (yeah, there’s a pun in there), so I’m okay with it, but dammit, I can’t actually WAIT TO SEE THE MOVIE FOR THE FIRST TIME! So now, while the twins are using their blast-furnace metabolisms to ingest several metric tons of finger foods, I figured I should at least finally get my ass posting. Yes, my ass is posting this.
I have to really thank Bill for perservering with my ever-disintegrating schedule and being open to flipping his and my parts from the play to the screen. It’s always fun to THAC0 (yes, it’s become almost a verb in my head), and it was particularly fun to play a different part. Amanda, improvising verbal abuse with you was a truly transcendent experience…
I’ve heard all goodnesses about Dawn’s stage performance, not that I’m surprised. Bill, if there’s a recording of that somewhere, I’d like to see it, please.
I’ll admit, when Bill first brought up this project, I was all “Sure!” while thinking “Weeeeel, it’s a nice thought and all…”, but then, you know, it started happening. I met Ry and TJ and Amanda and we shot a scene and any doubts I had faded away. It’s amazing and wonderful that this play made it to the screen, and all of you (yeah, even Duck and Jon…) deserve endless credit. Good. Job.
Oh, one last thing. Jon mentioned in the comments to his “The First Age” post that I’m always babbling on about the White Box. I am. He also said we should get a game going. We should. He also said that I’ve got the whole thing worked out in my head. I do. And even a bit on paper. I’ll post more about this soon, but the short version is this: I propose a game, once a month to start with, beginning in either late August or early September, using either the White Box or my own newly HOMEBREWED CHAINMAIL RULES. Yes, that’s the Chainmail with the Fantasy Supplement that started the whole damn thing in musty Lake Geneva and Minneapolis basements. Whoever shows up, plays. Which means that YOU, yes YOU, whoever is reading this, are invited.
And no fights over who gets to be Caller.
It’s obviously whoever pays me the most.
–Kesher
