Skip to main content

It failed to have the desired effect. . .

A bunch of 12-sided dice, much like the two bags of 25 each that arrived from Amazon earlier today.

Here's an item for wargamers, role-playing gamers, and, indeed, gamers of all stripes who have experience with multi-sided dice.  Who knows?  One day, anthropologists might just study the rituals and courtship practices of gamers, much like Jane Goodall's and Diane Fossey's work with the Chimpanzees and Gorillas of Central Africa.  There's got to be a dissertation or monograph in it at the very least.

A package containing two bags of 25 twelve-sided dice each (for a total of 50 dice) was left on our front porch earlier today.  I ordered these on Friday to use as a way of quickly generating random discussion groups among the students in some of my larger courses.  Upon opening the box and confirming that the contents consisted of the expected items, I felt compelled to perform a spontaneous version of the Polyhedral Dice Erotic Courtship Dance right there in the kitchen for the Grand Duchess.  

Sadly, my dance did not exactly have the effect on her I hoped for.  Rather the opposite.  Instead of leaping into my arms, she laughed for a solid two minutes and, once she caught her breath, told me to go back downstairs.  Sigh.  Something tells me that I might have better luck with Sparrows, Robins, or Grackles next spring.

-- Stokes


P.S.
 The 50 twelve-sided dice are intended to help me randomly break my classes of 48-50 students up into discussion groups of three-five students quickly and easily.  We've done the favorite colors, month of birth, favorite fruit, etc. already, and random group generation is a way to shake things up a bit and prevent cliques that invariably drift off task from forming.  It was suggested by a visiting pedagogy expert who gave a very interesting talk here about a year ago.

Comments

Conrad Kinch said…
What do you need so many d12s for Stokes?
Fitz-Badger said…
Well, I've often heard it said that women love men who can make them laugh.
(speaking as someone who has ordered other items of a similar esoteric nature) :)
Paul Robinson said…
Polyhedral erotic courtship dance? Is that akin to the stange moves that people make before rolling the dice at craps?
Maj. Guiscard said…
"...my dance did not exactly have the effect on her I hoped for."

You have just described every attempt I have made to impress the SWMBO with something from my miniature hobby.

Thank you for articulating this so effectively. ;)

Popular posts from this blog

Post-Christmas Excitement by Post. . . and a Brief Review

Can't wait to retire to bed this evening with this new arrival!
Earlier this afternoon, Digby Smith's Armies of the Seven Years War arrived with the mail.  A quick glance through the book -- after wrestling it from its Amazon packaging -- shows it to be chock-a-block with information on the various combatants who partook in the conflict, their uniforms, standards, etc.  While I've been aware of Mr. Smith's book for a couple of years, I only got around to purchasing it with some of Mom and Step-Dad's Christmas gift on December 26th.  I cannot wait to examine it more closely later this evening, and might hit the sack right after supper with some fresh coffee and the book, leaving the Grand Duchess and the Young Master to their own devices for the remainder of evening.  Weeeeeell, maybe not quite that early. . .  but all bets are off by 9 or 10pm!



Thursday, January 4th

I just wrote my first review for Amazon.com on this book.  It reads:

A highly interesting title on the v…

Coffee and Keyboards: Ne'er the Twain Shall Meet. . .

Not my own image, but you immediately grasp the point of today's post.
So there I was.  Saturday morning about 11am.  Still in my pajamas and back down here in Zum Stollenkeller after breakfast upstairs at the dining room table with the Young Master.  I returned to my chair here at the computer, second large mug of fresh French press coffee in hand, meaning to return to typing into my ever evolving mid-18th century rules a revised version of Mark Clayton's morale rules from Miniature Wargames issue #7.

I was about two minutes back into this activity when I reached for said mug of coffee, without really looking at what I was doing, and, of course, it slipped from my grasp.  The contents spilled all over my keyboard, some papers nearby, a box of paperclips, and my non-functioning Swiss pocket watch that I've been meaning to take to the jeweler for repairs.  Needless to say, I turned the air momentarily blue with muttered curses, took the steps upstairs two at a time to retriev…

How I Got Started. . .

Stirring scenes like this one, courtesy of the late Peter Gilder, are largely responsible for the way I go about the wargaming hobby now.  Coincidentally, this is one of three early issues of Miniature Wargames that somehow turned up on the shelves of a hobby shop I frequented as a callow youth during the early 1980s.  I still have the original copies, #6, #7, and #12, although I have since replaced them with 'newer' less well-thumbed copies as I have filled in holes in the collection of hobby print matter.  Finally, I'll go out on a limb here and state that the covers of 'modern' wargaming magazines in current publication are rarely as charming or inspiring.

At its heart, my wargaming hobby stems from and grew out of playing with green, gray, and blue plastic toy soldiers, tanks, etc. as a child during the 1970s.  Probably like many of you  GD of S visitors.  I also have very vague recollections of paging through a Phillip O. Stearns (?) book on model soldiers a…