1. Leave me a comment.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. Maybe.
3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in your own post. If you want.
5. When others respond with a comment, you will ask them five questions.
Here's what I got:
1)How is the vineyard? When can I expect to see your face on a bottle at Trader Joe's?
- Well, we finally tore out the grapevines. Ray had planted them east-west, and you're supposed to grow them north-south, so they never really grew well. the last harvest or two we got so little usable grapes it wasn't worth the work. These days, we get the juice direct from a distributor, meaning we don't have to grow the grapes and we can make all kinds of stuff. As for my ugly mug on a label, I made some labels for us, we just never use them. ;)
2)What is your most memorable D&D moment?
- I'll always love the gazebo story. However, if you mean a moment I was actually involved in...this is a little long, I'll cut it.
I was running "Ravenloft" years ago, the party of four including discordian (cleric) and multijinx (mage). At one point, the party wiped out a wolfwere that had been attacking a local farmer, and in the dead man's house found 4 wolf pups. Each of the party took one, thinking to raise them either as watch animals/pets or maybe to help them not be evil when they finally turned. Over the course of the campaign, the pups met various fates (one was swallowed by a giant frog, can't remember the others) until there was only one left, kept by the character played by my then fiancée. The time for it's change came upon it, eventually, and they couldn't control it. It ran away into the night, and was never seen again.
Fast forward nearly a year and a half of real time. The same campaign is going on, the characters are much higher level. Travelling into the realm of the lich, Azalin, they find themselves trapped in the Grim Fastness. As they break out of captivity, they choose to break out the other prisoners, figuring on safety in numbers. The group, now made up of the four party members, a mind flayer, a pair of wolfmen, a couple of big orcs, and a werebear, all agree to a truce so they can escape. As they travel through the fortress, they are attacked by Azalin's soldiers and creatures, and various ones of the group fall to the assault. In one memorable fight on the battlements of the bailey, the group are attacked by doom knights. As she is lobbing a spell to help the party, the mage doesn't see the doom knight coming up behind her, wicked black sword ready to split her in twain.
Now, none of the party trusted the wolfmen, and it took a couple fights before they would even give them weapons. They've been just waiting for them to turn on the group. What the party saw was the remaining wolfman turn and leap towards the mage, fangs and claws ready to rend. They actually start to react to this, but instead of attacking her, he shoves her roughly down out of the way and takes the hit. He gets chopped nearly in half, falling back against the mage and dying rapidly, as the cleric smashes the armoured horror down with his mace. He turns to the dying wolfman, and knows that his healing will not save the thing, the damage is too severe. The mage looks down at the thing, as it weakly motions her closer. She leans her head down, and with his dying breath, mutters...
"Guess we're even now...Mom."
I had to stop the game for the night. None of the party had made the connection, they'd all forgotten the small wolf pups they'd once fed and tried to train. That had been eighteen months ago, so much story had happened, they never expected anything like this. multijinx actually started crying and couldn't stop. discordian got up, away from where she was being comforted by another member of the group (Alice, I think?), who is starting to cry as well. He came over to where I was just sitting and trying to figure out if I'd crossed a line and gone too far. He stood there for a second, a grin broke across his face, and he stuck out his hand and said "Dude, that was beautiful."
It was one of the longest planned gaming mindfucks I've ever pulled off.
3)You ever see anything weird at Graceland?
- Constantly. It's like Mecca for freaks. most of the people are just fans, and perfectly normal people, and most of the people that work there are very nice, down-to-earth types...but damn, the Elvis loonies have to pilgrimage there, and they are classic. That's not counting the impersonators, ranging from the excellent to the "dear-god-what-were-you-thinking".
The running joke there, though, is that Elvis's ghost comes around at night and screws with the files, etc. Now, I never saw him, but I did have to fix this one copier a lot, constantly had stuff in it that no one would claim responsibility for...
4)When is the last time you had short hair?
- Somewhere between 11 and 12 years ago, I think. When I went to work for Terminix (sales over the phone, I never left the office and never saw a single customer), corporate dress code said I had to cut my hair. Had to shave off my beard, too, so I suddenly had shot hair and no beard, but kept the moustache. I looked like a cop.
5)They Live, or CHUD?
- Tough call, but gotta go with They Live. I like C.H.U.D., of course, but They Live is a John Carpenter flick, which wins, and besides, 'Rowdy' Roddy and Keith David? Gold.