...and it finally feels like home:
Sorry about the blur there; I'm on the Backup Camera at the moment. Sharp-eyed readers (Tom) might note a considerable number of lousy games there...
My neighbors, right on the other side of that wall, had taken to playing techno music extremely loud. It was like living next door to an Abercrombie & Fitch store. (If you don't know what that is, consider yourself among the blessèd.) Entreaties to turn it down--or at least reduce the bass--went unheeded.
Then, I started putting together my shelves. It's the work of a few minutes each, and the only tool you need is a mallet. I waited until they started playing music again, and then went to work, assuming that I wouldn't disturb them if they had something to drown it out. After a couple hundred mallet blows, my shelves were up and the music had stopped. I learned later that it sounded like I was pounding directly onto the wall, and had finally been driven to a nearly homicidal rage by Cascada turned up to 13.
As the music has not yet returned, I have not disabused them of this notion.
On the table is Forged in Fire, one of my purchases during my WBC expedition. The designer and publisher rated it highly; and if you can't trust the word of the game's designer and publisher, whose word can you trust? It's not a perfect game, but the Peninsula Campaign presents certain design problems which may be insoluble in a playable boardgame. It's fun, though. I'll have more on it soon. Now that I'm all moved in, the months-long insanity of thesis-graduation-moving has ended...
