The Scotto Grotto (org)

Tomorrow morning is the net meeting with the big boys at the office re: the booth management system. I think they’ll be pleased with the result, though I have some work left to polish it up and make it shine.

[edit] Well, crap. I was synchronizing it to the main server (I thought) and it turns out that I’ve downloaded a much older version over my new one. It looks like I’ve lost like a week or two’s worth of work, though it should be much faster to reconstruct rather than redesign. I sent an email off to Mark, and I hope he understands. Crap. That’ll teach me not to save with version numbers, and not to make extra backups elsewhere on my system.

Bro and I got a postcard from Mom in Sweden today, and I need to get that to the bro for his collection. He’s been very good about calling and checking in with me lately, so I know he’s got work and a place to stay.

Earlier, Ray reminded me of my first big superhero character, Trism. Abducted by aliens at Grover’s mill, he was experimented on as a way for humans to develop “true movement” or teleportation. Mental blank, returned in the 90’s (unaged) with only the haziest memories of the event. Got to play the “1940’s sensibility, 60 years later” He wasn’t a racist or ignorant though. He was the “Good old days” sort… sanitized like a cartoon character could be.

I can’t seem to remember many of Pam’s characters… she cycled through them fairly rapidly, if memory serves… testing out different disads and etc. I vaguely remember a shadow controller and a mute (I don’t think that they were one in the same, but it’s possible.). There seems to be an echo of witty banter in the back of my mind, but it’s a haze. The other, more regular characters are stronger in my mind… Like Magneta’s multiple personalities, (some stored on a chip… I do remember liking the one on the chip rather than the vigilante’s actual mind), the giant powerhouse with his bomb on the roof,

Kyoko was nifty… the proto-ghost. She could make parts of her body desolid, and just do martial arts with solid hands and feet. (That didn’t work well when caught in an area effect blast, mind you.) Leroy, the one-handed Danny Glover sidekick was something, as was the New-age store proprietor Mandy, who was quickly glommed onto as a romantic interest.

After doing a quick search on my journal for Trism, I pulled up an entry from about a year back, regarding the Colinas and my fandom of same, as well as the rest of that gang. I fairly gushed about them a year ago. I’m glad I’m getting a chance to be friends again.