The wood burning is coming along great. Ms. Kochanski sent me a sketch based off of her original design. Wanted to make sure it met my approval before she went a burnin' because she's a professional like that.
As you can see, it's pretty much exactly like the original coat of arms she made, which is exactly what I asked for. I figured this was going to be some really difficult, time consuming task that would take awhile. Color me surprised when, two days later, I get a message that she's already got the wood cut and the emblems burned in.
Bad ass, am I right? All she has left to do is the lettering. She's got some real talent there. There's a reason I used to have her do portraits of all my role playing characters, of which there were a bunch, because I'm an indecisive, wembling asshole. And yes, wembing is a word, despite what spellcheck is saying. It comes from Wembley Fraggle. He was always indecisive, so much so, that the Fraggles called having difficulty making choices and decissions "wembling."
Still gotta have Ms. Kochanski draw up DomericVimes for me. Dom's the character I'm currently playing in Pathfinder. Level 8 Dhampir Swashbuckler. Was named Domeric after Roose Bolton's murdered trueborn son. The last name Vimes comes from Samuel Vimes from the Discworld series, because I rolled him out on the day Terry Pratchett died. Has an insanely high damage output for his level thanks to Pathfinder math being kinda broken. Before the accusations come in, no, I was not intending the damage output when I originally made Dom. I've always wanted to play a Swashbuckler, dating back to AD&D, but for some reason or another, was never able to. Either the campaign would end before I had the chance to, or I couldn't find anyone that wanted to go in on doing a shared background with me. I always thought it'd be fun to play characters based on Zorro The Gay Blade. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. Great little comedy starting George Hamilton as both twin sons of the original ZorroI'. One twin just happened to be gay. This lead to all sorts of funny moments, including him updating Zorro's look because black was too drab. Guy ended up having a different colored Zorro outfit for every night of the week. It's full of all sorts of humor like that, you know, stuff Hollback wood won't put in movies anymore because OFFENSIVE TRIGGERED YOU'VE RAPED ME THROUGH THE SCREEN INTOLERANT. I really hate this shit, and once again, I warned everyone this was coming back in 1996, but no one listened to me.
Wait, 1996? Twenty years ago? Holy fuck I got old.
I recently started a new job. I'm working at a local movie theater, which is an excellent fit for me since I love movies. Way way back in the day before imdb was a thin, my friends would come to me for their movie questions. Couldn't remember the name of a movie? Wanted to know who was in a particular movie? Or what a movie was about? Radley was your man. I was even in a few movies, but yet again, we're not going there in this blog. Yet.
Man, all these teasers about shit that's eventually going to get discussed here. Let's hope they've got you interested and curious enough to keep on reading.
So I'm on my break last night. I'm up on the second floor where all the projectors and our break room is. Just got finished up with my BBQ chicken and garlic mashed potatoes that I made for myself and went to take a leak in the employee rest room. I'm standing in front of the toilet when, out of the corner of my eye, I see something move in the mirror. It was, to the best of my knowledge from the brief seconds I saw it, a black shape of sorts. At first I thought it was my own reflection that I caught, because our uniforms are black shirt and pants, but two things make that highly unlikely, if not impossible:
1. Where the head would be was all black as well, and I know I wasn't wearing something that would cover my face.
2. From the position of the toilet in relation to the mirror, it's impossible to see yourself in the mirror. I tried several times to see if from where I was standing in front of the toilet I could see my reflection to no avail. The way the mirror is positioned in relation to the toilet just makes it plain impossible. I even had someone else also attempt to see their reflection from the same position I was standing at, and he too couldn't.
I went downstairs after that to return to work, but I had a feeling of general unease. I had to mention this to someone, whether they believed me or not. I decided to mention it to my shift supervisor. Very casually, I said, "Man, the weirdest thing just happened while I was on break." Without me going any further, he just says as normal as one would say what they had for dinner that night, "Oh something happen with the ghost? What was it?"
Apparently I'm not the only one that's had an encounter with this ghost. In fact, more than half the employees currently there have had some sort of encounter with the spirit. From what my supervisor told me, some people are cool about it and will discuss it, but others are so freaked out that they won't, and actually get upset/mad when you bring it up. This also explains why no one other than me and one other person actually use the upstairs break room and bathroom.
I know this might seem strange or possibly frightening to some people, but this just became the coolest job I've ever had. I actually want to come in to work at least an hour early now every day and just hang out up there, see if anything happens.I won't be able to do any EVP work though. There's way too much noise from all the projectors. I'm probably just going to sit there, occasionally walk the floor, and provoke. I know I already saw something, but I need to see or experience something else to really cement home that there is some kind of entity. If there really is, I can't blame him. I mean, haunting a movie theater has gotta be great. Just sit back and watch movies until you get bored, then scare some kids for shits and giggles.
So now in addition to reading about my building a tiny house, role playing, ASOIAF/Game of Thrones, you also get treated to hearing about me working in a haunted movie theater. Let the games begin.
Until next time,
TTFN
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