Weirdness and oddities.

For what happened a couple of days ago, read this entry in techsupport.

The rest of the journal starts ( here )

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Oooh - apparently, the Goths were once a peaceful people, living in quiet villages in Germany. Sophisticated society, sacred homeland, politically active - nah - can't be the ancestors of anyone we know.

Watching the cable television late at night while on graveyard shift

This is driving me nutso...

The evacuation alarm is going off. Apparently they're testing the system. It's loud and obnoxious and I can't hear myself over it. And there's no way I could hear a client.

That's it. Someone pays for this.

My response to a question about favouritism in Role-Playing Games.

(This is a copy {slightly edited} of what I wrote in response to a question on The "SO of the DM" syndrome. )

I am the GM, my husband plays an elvish druid called calair, whose posts can be found on shinyshinyelves.

He is an excellent tactician. Brilliant. Which is a total and royal PAIN. Because I do not play favourites (considering the game also has my son da_norvegicus, his father, and some close friends). But Calair is by far the best, the longest-lived and the most powerful character.

I have been accused by a player of playing favourites with this character, but it's more the player's abilities outwitting my usual tactics. It even got to the point where when a (finally) well-laid trap (with a few mistakes on my part in the playing) by my NPC enemies resulted in serious injury to Calair, my husband accused me of railroading.

I looked at the discarded plot-ideas, town plans and setups that I had had to throw aside as the characters (as all good characters should) had made their own way in their own manner and at their own speed over my country. I considered the number of times I had had to completely wing a game, making up everything as I go, because of the party doing something completely over the top. I invoked the name of a now-legendary kobold NPC whose existance was supposed to be as cannon-fodder in our earliest days. And I glared at my husband:

"The countryside you play in is littered with the bodies of the surveyors of any railroad I attempt to build, thank.you.very.much."

So honestly, how ready is Athens?

The True Love Waits people are putting together a display at the Athens Olympics of The Athens Card, on which you sign that you are prepared to wait until marriage before you have sex. Teenagers and young adults all over the world are asked to sign their card and send it to the Hellenic Ministries office in Athens.

( And here I start getting irreverent. If you don't want to see some really bad comparisons between Athens and sex, don't click here. )

And for those who truly believe, there is a non-official version of the True Love Waits Musical.

(Edit - changed the icon because the Massager one isn't really work friendly)