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Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Shaun of the Dead

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(I"ron*y) n. pl. Ironies.
1. Dissimulation; ignorance feigned for the purpose of confounding or provoking an antagonist.
2. A sort of humor, ridicule, or light sarcasm, which adopts a mode of speech the meaning of which is contrary to the literal sense of the words.
3. What you've got when a Romantic-Comedy cum Zombie-movie half-parody/half-homage is actually the best zombie movie made in recent years, bar none.

As is true of any gamer, I've something of a fascination with zombie apocalypse scenarios -- really, if such a thing were to occur, it has been theorized that RPG geeks would be the most likely to survive, simply by virtue of the amount of thought they put into it on a regular basis. Also, like most gamers, I'm a fan of dry british humour. Thus, this was pretty much a winner with me right out of the gate.

Shaun of the Dead was originally born as a sitcom episode of the UK show Spaced in which the cast find themselves transported into the Resident Evil videogame.

But don't worry, it bears little resemblance, either in this incarnation or its previous, to either of the Resident Evil movies.

Shaun is in a rut. Nearly 30, he hasn't gotten very far in life; he works in a dead-end sales job and nobody at his workplace takes him seriously (not even the 17-year-old trainee, who both figuratively and literally looks down on him). He doesn't get along well with his step-dad, he spends most of his time drinking with his dead-beat friend and room-mate Ed, and every day seems to be pretty much the same. He is as lacking in ambition as he is excitement. When his girlfriend breaks up with him, he feels he's hit rock bottom.

Luckily for him, that's when the zombie apocalypse begins.

This film follows all the requisite zombie movie tropes, from the protagonists' initial reluctance to let go of the markers of civilization, to the loved one getting bitten and turning into a zombie before the protagonist's eyes, to the (more a trait of recent zombie movies than those in the past) use of horrendously inappropriate soundtracks for the fight scenes. The difference here is that the audience doesn't have to -- indeed, is expected not to -- take any of these tropes seriously. And lets be honest here: a lot of the things we see in pretty much every zombie movie ever made are simply ridiculous. By placing itself as a comedy, and presenting everything as wildly tongue-in-cheek, rather than be bothered by such ridiculousness, we the audience are able to smile, nod, and go along for the ride.

It does all this and, being a romantic comedy, still manages to be regularly touching. In between all the tearing flesh and oozing innards, of course. Really, the folks behind the making of this movie (particularly the script-writer, who was really on the ball) knew what they were doing. Mad props all around. It's sometimes scary, sometimes bleak, frequently hilarious, and true to form, grotesque at times.

The only thing lacking is the pacing, which sometimes seems a little bit jerky, particularly at the beginning; by most standards, the movie takes quite a while to get off the ground and actually into the zombies. Patience is a virtue with this movie, though, since the payoff is worth it.

Expect lots of unsubtle social comentary made from a particularly GenXer perspective; I don't want to give any of the jokes away, but it really is remarkable how little of a difference a zombie apocalypse might make in one's regular routine. Also expect plenty of homage for the zombie-movie-connoiseur, including a mention of the hero of the Evil Dead movies, and a particularly gruesome death that mirrors one in Dead Alive (

By the way... For those of you who, like me, enjoy spending hours at a time wondering just how you would react to a zombie apocalypse breaking out in your home town, click here.

My Rating: 4 out of 5 Cute White Rats.

Jesse R enlightened the masses @ 9:20 p.m.


Monday, September 27, 2004


Could anyone tell me how this makes any sense whatsoever:

Jesse R enlightened the masses @ 1:29 p.m.


Saturday, September 25, 2004

Good Ideas, Bad Ideas

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Good Idea: According to Mark Evaniers' blog, there's a good chance that my favourite comic book barbarian, Groo, will be getting a movie adaptation. This is so awesome that the word awesome is simply inadequate. (Who's Groo, you ask? This is Groo.)

Bad Idea: Someone, somewhere, decided that it would be pretty keen to do an adaptation of the Last Starfighter. As a Broadway musical. Which, I guess, is proof that evolution can work both ways.

Jesse R enlightened the masses @ 1:28 p.m.


Friday, September 24, 2004

The Little Cage in the Corner

The little cage in the corner,
with its smooth plastic base.
Tall bars of steel rise up over,
but naught do they encase.

The modest porcelain feeding bowl,
no longer offers food.
The single wooden chewing pole
not quite thoroughly chewed.

The Lilliputian log cabin
near the cage’s centre:
Emptiness lies in this midden,
life shan’t again enter.

Slight scratch-scrapes are seen here and there
and nibble marks and such.
Still silence surrounds this scene bare
where whiskers once would touch.

Near one corner of this dark cage,
just barely within sight,
Stale wood chips like a wizened sage
bear witness to your plight.

Not long ago did you rest here,
to your mem’ry it tends;
The bedding does not your weight bear
though still to your shape bends.

Jesse R enlightened the masses @ 1:22 p.m.


Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow

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I'll let you in on a little secret... a secret about one of the most common failings in movies. A secret that Hollywood would do well to learn. That secret is simply this: A good movie must know exactly what kind of movie it is. Now, I'm not just talking about genre here, though that's part of it. A movie needs to be aware of itself, of its limitations and its strengths, and not try to force itself into being something it isn't.

What am I talking about, then? Examples might be illustrative here.

Ed Wood is considered to be one of the worst, if not the worst, directors in the history of film. He has a cult following precisely because his movies are so horrendously bad. Much of his problems, however, related to his inability to acknowledge the limitations of the movies he was making; in his most famous film, Plan 9 From Outer Space, he was laden with sub-par actors, but he expected them to pull off over-the-top dialogue convincingly. No matter, he made do. He was given a miniscule budget appropriate to a dialogue-heavy, action-light introspective piece, but his vision for the movie was epic. No matter, he made do. Usually with barely-appropriate stock footage. He wanted to show aliens, but he also wanted to show zombies; it was to be both futuristic and gothic. The story wasn't appropriate to this difficult blending of the two genres, but no matter. He made do.

The resulting film couldn't help but be bad. Some have called it the worst film in history. Yet given better resources it could have been, if not a science fiction classic, good entertainment. Yes, I'm aware that it was still "good" entertainment, just for all the wrong reasons. I don't think anyone could effectively argue that the film was successful by any conventional means of measurement.

Take this from a different angle. In my own opinion, Kevin Smith is a highly overrated director... However, he is able to recognize the limitations of his resources and film. Clerks had the tiniest of budgets and irregular acting, but it was successful because Smith played with the strengths of the film and tried to use those strengths to circumvent the weaknesses.

So what does all this have to do with Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow?


With one exception (which I'll touch upon later), this is a movie that knows exactly what kind of movie it is: a massive homage to pulp, comic books, and movie serials of yore, in which things like story and acting takes a backseat (as they must) to the far-more-important aspects of adventurous fun, stunts, and excuses to throw eye-candy up on the screen. It could have been horrible. It could have been mind-numbingly, eye-explodingly bad. Certainly, it's such a haphazard blending of so many different genres, an homage to so many different sources all tossed into the cuisinart together, that it couldn't help but be a terrible movie? Right?

Well, actually, it's good. Very good. It doesn't even bother dealing with things like plot or character save in the most cursory manner, and only in order to then dismiss them with a casual hand-wave of, "Never mind. Don't think about that. In fact, don't think at all. Just enjoy the ride." And as we discover, it doesn't need these things -- they would have served only as ballast.

This is a movie which, after sending the audience through a slam-pow ride through aerial dogfights, rampaging robots, a himilayan paradise, and a flying British aircraft carrier, tosses dinosaurs onto the screen, to which the viewers have no choice but think to themselves, "Yes. Yes, dinosaurs, of course. It makes perfect sense."

Sky Captain works primarily on a visual level. This is not to say that the special effects are groundbreaking. They're very good, true, but they're certainly not the best I've ever seen, and they're still laden by all the limitations of CGI (ah, but for the days of Blade Runner and all its wonderful model-based special effects). Here, however, Sky Captain takes a page from video games and the way the latter usually handles CGI: through the romantic lens. Basically, this means that everything is covered with a soft focus. The result is that the gleam of metal on the real car looks almost indistinguishable (and therefore, no more or less real) from the gleam of metal on the rampaging robots. Thus, while not the best CGI I've ever seen, it's certainly some of the most effective, and this is made possibly simply because of the myriad genres the movie seeks to emulate -- the Spiderman movies certainly couldn't get away with the soft focus at work here, for example, although it would solve many of their CGI woes.

This movie is not perfect. Luckily, its greatest weakness is also in the most unimportant area: the acting. Imagine how much it would have weakened the Indiana Jones movies would have been had Harrison Ford tried to play his role seriously, rather than in the vein of the pulp books on which the movies were based. Luckily, Harrison Ford is smarter than that -- he knew exactly how to play the role. Unfortunately, the three main stars -- Law, Paltrow, and Jolie -- don't seem to catch on to the idea that they're portraying pulp characters.

Admittedly, I thought that they did at first. Gwyneth Paltron, in her first scene as the indefatigable Polly Perkins, plays up the sheer pulpiness (if I'm allowed to make up a word) of the dialogue, and Jude Law, in his first appearance as Joe 'Sky Captain' Sullivan, does the straight-shooting British flyboy type character to the hilt. After this, though, they seem to try to play their characters as serious, putting more emotion into the dialogue and the situations than they should. In the end, their portrayal of the characters just seemed a little off. This doesn't detract from the movie too much, since as I've mentioned things like story and character take a back seat (as they should) to the more important elements of the movie, but it does keep the movie from being quite the piece of brilliance it could have been.

All minor flaws aside, though, Sky Captain is still a wonderful movie, and I urge all my readers to see it at earliest opportunity.

My Rating: 4.5 out of 5 Cute White Rats.

Jesse R enlightened the masses @ 10:34 p.m.


Sunday, September 19, 2004

RIP Simon

I was all ready to do a review of Sky Captain, but I'm afraid it's going to have to wait until tomorrow; Simon died this afternoon. He would have been two in December.

I don't think he suffered much, which is a blessing, but I guess the antibiotics were just too little, too late. I only regret that he was kept away from his brother, Garfunkel, and Socrates during his final days. If I hadn't quarantined him, I think he might have been a bit less lonely.

Jesse R enlightened the masses @ 5:45 p.m.


Saturday, September 18, 2004

Burning the Candle at Both Ends... With a Blowtorch.

Haven't had an entry in a while. Now that school's started again, I'm afraid infrequent blog posts are going to become rather more common. I'm going to try to keep up as best I can, but don't be surprised if this blog sometimes goes a week or two with no entries.

My insomnia has been more-or-less constant since the start of school. Strangely, I seem to have little problem catching 30-60 minutes nap-time in the university library, though attempting to do the same in my own bed is an effort in futility. I've also, foolishly one would argue, been frequently staying up late for a variety of reasons: For example, Thursday was to see a private showing of I, Robot at the theatre downtown. Whorish product placement aside, it wasn't the wretched piece of drek I was expecting, but I'm still not going to review it. Anyway, the point is, the above factors combined with the cold I'm fighting off, I'm really pushing my limits here, and I'm bound to collapse into a heap of dessicated flesh as a result any day now. But that's okay; what's university life for, if not to abuse your body?

Simon is still alive, and although his weight loss seems to have been halted, he isn't putting any more weight on just yet. I've got him on antibiotics in the hopes that his illness (90% chance it's respiratory infection) isn't too far along yet. Still, it remains to be seen whether he'll make it through this. I feel really bad for him -- since he's sick, I have him quarantined from the other rats in a little temporary cage, which makes him even more miserable for being lonely. Sigh.

Some interesting links, for those of you who don't find my own life interesting enough to visit:

Remember how Scotty, in Star Trek IV, went and possibly altered history by leaking scientific secrets about super-strength glass? Well, his efforts have finally come to fruition.

Also... Other religions have those "why you should convert" pamphlets, so it seems only fair that Cthulhu should get one too.

Now, I must return to reading Katherine Mansfield. 'Til next time.

Jesse R enlightened the masses @ 5:50 p.m.


Saturday, September 11, 2004

Simon's Still Sick

Well, I guess I spoke too soon when I said that Simon seemed to be recovering -- he started wheezing again last night, and I noticed that he seems to have lost a lot of weight. I force-fed him some grape juice and tapioca pudding last night, and today I went out and bought some baby food for him to eat today.

I've looked around on the web, and from the sounds of things he may have an infection in his respiratory tract. This can be quite serious, particularly if it's spread from his upper respiratory tract to his lower. I'm not sure, but it might have reached that point.

I've put Simon in quarantine and made an appointment with the vet for Wednesday (unfortunately, that's the soonest she'll be available, since she's out of town at the moment). I'm pretty sure he can troop on until then, particularly with me feeding him vitamin-rich foods, so I'm not too over-worried about this. At the very least he still seems pretty active a lot of the time.

Speaking of vets, a funny story about the city in which I live. There's this one traffic-heavy street, used by a lot of commuters each business day, called Rothesay Avenue, to get from the highway to the city proper. It's a pretty long street and, while there are fewer these days that there were a couple of years ago, there are all kinds of fast-food restaurants all along its length. At one end of the street is an animal hospital. At the other end is another animal hospital.


Jesse R enlightened the masses @ 2:46 p.m.


Thursday, September 09, 2004

Pet Scare

Simon, one of my rats, gave me quite a scare last night. I had them all out to play as I usually do, and I noticed their claws were getting pretty long.

Now, rats in the while get lots of chances to scrape their nails along hard surfaces, thereby keeping them relatively trim, but domesticated rats lack such opportunities. Thus, it's up to the owner to clip them every now and again. This can be pretty delicate work, since their claws are so tiny and rats tend to hate sitting still for that sort of thing.

Socrates and Garfunkel both did fine, but Simon seemed extra-squirmy for some reason, doing whatever he could to get out of my grasp. Of course, I'm much bigger and smarter than he, so it was a losing battle for him, although he gave it his best.

At one point, though, during a particularly desperate-seeming bout of squirminess (made futile thanks to my grip), Simon started panting.

I've never seen a rat pant before. Normally, a rat does all his breathing through his nose, usually combining said breathing with curious sniffing just for efficiency's sake. This was different; his mouth hung open, he started wheezing and panting, and he wouldn't move. As the condition progressed, his breathing became more and more laboured.

At first I thought I'd somehow managed to hurt him, perhaps by using too tight a grip -- he is getting pretty old, after all (he's approaching two years). But old rats aren't nearly that fragile. So it must have been either some kind of panic attack, or a heart attack (although it would have been a minor one, since he pulled through).

All in all, the attack lasted about eight to ten minutes, after which he recovered and his breathing returned to normal, though he spent the rest of play-time sulking in the corner. He seems to have forgiven me for scaring him, though, since when I checked on him a few minutes ago he was back to his happy, active self.

I've never seen Simon -- or any rat, for that matter -- go through something like that before. It was pretty scary for me as a caring pet owner to watch, so I'm also hoping I won't have to see such a thing again. Even if Simon did send me to the emergency room once.

Jesse R enlightened the masses @ 5:15 a.m.


Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Genius May Have Its Boundaries...

But stupidity knows no limitations.

(I tried to put this up yesterday, but Blogger was having issues. Pretend that when you read this, it's actually Tuesday.)

Generally, I consider myself a pretty smart guy. In fact, I probably think I'm smarter than you. Nothing personal is ever meant by this, it's just one of those assumptions I tend to make when dealing with other people. I don't often go around trumpeting my intelligence, and I'm certainly capable of being humbled by those possessing of true brilliance (it's happened a few times since beginning University), but as a general rule, I've got a pretty healthy opinion of my smartitude. Occasionally, though, I do something that makes me feel....... less than smart.

One of my classes this term is at 8:30 in the morning, every Tuesday and Thursday. I have no idea what possessed me to take a class that starts at that time (or more accurately, again, since I did a very similar thing a couple years ago and came to regret it greatly), but there it is, listed on this term's class timetable.

Not only am I a night-owl, I'm also a periodic insomniac. Usually, when it's in my best interests to get a good night's sleep, I can't. I just stare at the ceiling, or keep rolling over from one side to the other throughout the night. Once, years ago, when it got really bad, I went to see my doctor about it. He prescribed me some sleeping pills. When they didn't work, I went back and told him so, asking for a stronger prescription; he didn't believe me at first, since what he gave me was a pretty powerful prescription to begin with.

But I digress. Suffice to say, I have troubles sleeping.

Last night, I had such troubles. And getting up at 6:30 in order to be at University by 8:30 was a vastly unpleasant experience. I firmly believe that 6:30 is a time that should not exist; surely, it is nothing more than a cruel, cruel joke someone is playing on me. Still, a dedicated honours student must do what he must do, so I braved the outside despite bleary eyes that wanted to be shut and a body that wanted to be at rest(hah, foolish body, you had your chance with the previous EIGHT HOURS YOU REFUSED TO FALL ASLEEP!)

Here's the problem, and the reason why I'm feeling fairly stupid right now: the first day of classes isn't until tomorrow.

Le sigh. All that sleep I could have been getting, but didn't, because of a brain-fart.

Anyway, since you've made it through today's anecdote, I'll give you a couple links:

In a recent entry of Joel A's Blog, Words, Weights, Whatever, he pointed out evidence that Barbie has hit upon hard times, forced into a seedy world of pornographic films. Might not be considered work safe, but it's certainly not the explicit puppet sex that's expected to be in Team America.

And for something more superhero-y, there's Fast Times at Hero High, a superhero spoof of the 80's teen flick Fast Times at Ridgemont High. It's pretty funny once you get past the first Flash scene.

Jesse R enlightened the masses @ 9:58 p.m.


Monday, September 06, 2004

Alternate Search Engines

I'm pretty sure every web surfer out there knows about Google. It's a good, reliable search engine... But sometimes, it's just not the ideal search engine for the job.

That's why someone made the elgooG search engine, a mirror of Google. Objects viewed in the mirror may be larger than they appear.

And when you need to search for information the web was Not Meant To Know, try using Cthuugle. Just try not to let any of the web sites you find eat you. Ia ia Fhtagn!

Jesse R enlightened the masses @ 1:22 p.m.


Saturday, September 04, 2004

I Can Make Overwhelmingly Superficial Observations, Too

Growing older has never been all that much of a problem for me. Really, I think I've adjusted pretty well with growing up. I even got my mid-life crisis out of the way early, at the age of nineteen, just to make sure the sailing would be smooth (or smoother, at the very least) from there on in. Sure, I hit a bit of a rough spot when I reached birthday number twenty-six, but I adjusted and moved on. I'm still not sure whether I'll go for Renewal or become a Runner when I eventually reach the proper age, but I've still plenty of time to consider my options before that happens.

I really hope more than three of my readers get that joke.

Anyway, despite this graceful progress through my twenties, I nevertheless do something stupid every now and again. A grasp at a youth that isn't really entirely gone just yet anyway, if you will. Hence today, when I went to get my hair cut in preparation for the start of classes on Tuesday, on a whim I decided to also get blonde streaks in my hair as well. I figured hey, might as well get them done while I've still got the requisite hair atop my head, right? Besides, might cover up some of that developing grey...

Needless to say, I don't care much for the look. Frankly, I feel a little silly; I mean, I'm not adverse to changing my appearance per se -- I've done so quite a bit over the years, particularly the last few -- but this particular change, in retrospect, seems somewhat pointless. And I did it just in time for the start of my fourth academic year.

But enough whining. Really, if the worst complaint I have right now is a hairstyle I don't much care for, I think I'm pretty far ahead of the game. (Actually, I've got plenty of other complaints I could make, but I'll resist the urge to make them.) 'sides, maybe teh womenfolk will go for the new style of plumage; stranger things have happened.

Jesse R enlightened the masses @ 6:13 p.m.


Friday, September 03, 2004

Without a Paddle

Road trip movies have been something of an obsession of mine for a few years now, largely because it's a past-time I enjoy quite a bit myself. Maybe it's a guy thing (though I doubt it), but there's just something unquestionably appealing about the idea of some friends out on the road, leaving behind all their cares and worries as they try to enjoy life one moment at a time... even if it's only for a few days. And it's a good thing I have this obsession, too, because otherwise I never would have seen Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle, which remains the funniest movie I've seen all year.

Strictly speaking, Without a Paddle isn't a road trip movie. Rather it's a canoe trip movie. Or perhaps a camping movie, or a friends-adventure movie. Regardless, the theme is still the same: it's a movie about friendship, about life, about not taking things too seriously, and about growing up (even if you're already all grown-up). Thus, I knew as soon as I saw the preview for this movie that I'd have to see it. Particularly after the homoerotic cave-huddle seen in said preview.

The story follows the adventures of Tom (Dax Shepard), Jerry (Matthew Lillard), and Dan (Seth Green), childhood friends reunited again in their adult lives after the death of their adventurous friend, Billy. Each of the friends has his own set of problems, though they all relate to fear (fear of responsibility, fear of taking risks, fear of never achieving any kind of success), and while walking down memory lane they discover that, prior to his death, Billy had planned one last adventure for them all: to find the lost treasure of famed airline hijacker D. B. Cooper, who was believed to have parachuted to his death and lost the $200,000 he stole during his final heist. Partly as tribute to their lost friend, and partly just to take advantage of what would likely be the last chance they had to do something supremely stupid, they decide to take the trip Billy had planned and embark on the adventure they'd always dreamed about having when they were young. As always happens by the end of the movie, by the time their adventures are over they learn to appreciate life just a little bit more, they discover just how important friends are, and they figure out how to overcome their fears.

Not necessarily in that order.

There are a lot of good things that can be said about this movie. The acting is one. I've been a bit of a fan of Seth Green since his days on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I've long felt that he's much more skilled than most people give him credit for. As always his comedic timing is spot-on, but playing an uptight neurotic, asthmatic doctor was a refreshing change of role for someone who's usually saddled with the role of the laid-back, sarcastic smart ass. Similarly, were I the director I probably would have reversed the roles of Dax Shepard and Matthew Lillard, since that would have seemed a better fit to me. I also would have been wrong in that decision -- though somewhat against type for what I've seen from both of these actors (particularly Lillard), it worked well.

Though he only had a small role, Burt Reynolds was, as always, a treat to see on the screen. Another definite point in the movie's favour. The movie also shows a bit of innovation in providing the movie with bonafide villains -- somewhat a-typical of road trip movies. (Again, I'm aware this wasn't technically a road trip movie, but it was close enough for me. It's the spirit of the thing that matters!)

However, there are also some bad things that can be said about the movie. One shouldn't watch this movie expecting much in the way of cerebral humour; most of it is decidedly low-brow. Personally, I don't find scatalogical humour all that funny -- it's usually only good for a cheap laugh, and it always disappoints me when a script stoops to shoot for a cheap laugh.

I'm also pretty bloody sick of scenes that parody the Matrix. It wasn't so long ago that every single bloody comedy that was coming out had to have a classic Matrix "bullet-time" parody sequence, but I thought we were past this. For shame, Hollywood, for shame.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to say this movie wasn't funny. It most decidedly was. It's just it wasn't so funny for me as it could have been, had the scriptwriter put a little bit more effort into the comedy.

Without a Paddle strives to be more than merely a comedy. There are moments when the director might as well be loudly declaring to the audience, "Hey, look, I've got a THEME I'm working with over here!" This is a frequent mistake of movie-makers (the classic Ed Wood bungle, in fact): Trying to make a movie more than it deserves. The movie suffers a bit as a result, but luckily it stays within its proper boundaries most of the time, so it doesn't ruin the thing.

Overall? It's a pretty average comedy. Certainly not the same calibre as Harold and Kumar (can you tell I really liked that movie?), but nevertheless worth a lark or three. At the very least, a decent rental some evening when you've little better to do. In the final tally, it gets three of out five Cute White Rats. (Normally it would have been worth only two-and-a-half, but Burt Reynolds in a comedy is worth half a CWR all on his own.)

3 CWRs

Jesse R enlightened the masses @ 8:15 p.m.


Wednesday, September 01, 2004

More Daily Linkage

The world's first official Jedi Academy has opened in Romania. Of course, none of them yet realize the power of the Dark Side... But give them time.

Somebody finally got around to breaking the Guinness world record for largest burrito.

And I just had to put up this DnD quiz. It's just the kind of geek I am. Unfortunately, it involves the Forgotten Realms, which means I also have to hate it.

I Am A: Chaotic Good Human Ranger Mage

Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.

Humans are the 'average' race. They have the shortest life spans, and because of this, they tend to avoid the racial prejudices that other races are known for. They are also very curious and tend to live 'for the moment'.

Primary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.

Secondary Class:
Mages harness the magical energies for their own use. Spells, spell books, and long hours in the library are their loves. While often not physically strong, their mental talents can make up for this.

Shaundakul is the Chaotic Good god of travel and exploration. He is also known as the Rider of the Winds. His followers are typically rangers, and work to protect the land. They typically wear leather armor, and carry long swords and short bows. Shaundakul's symbol is a white hand with the index finger raised.

Tomorrow, I go see Without a Paddle with a couple of friends. Expect a review in my next entry.

Jesse R enlightened the masses @ 2:07 p.m.


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