If bringing up issues of bigotry never serves to change the mind of the bigot (or even invoke real thought), is there any point to mentioning the transgression other than to serve your own sense of moral superiority?
Greg ran his second Promethean game tonight. It’s my first time in a bi-weekly campaign, and that combined with my fatigue and the newness means I’m having a hard time getting a grasp on my character. I picked an unusual character type for me (manic and ditzy, albeit smart… like a “blonde” Miles Vorkosigan), which means I have to keep reminding myself not to be the firm and common sensical (read: grumpy) “leader” I usually feel I need to be.
We have a nice, small gaming group, and it’s a group that I think I can be comfortable enough with to play a manic and ditzy character. Less urge to control the game flow in my usual way, because we’ll pretty shortly be a well-meshed team, I think.
I don’t have enough of an opinion on Promethean. I made the classic mistake of forgetting to write down short-, mid-, and long-term character [mechanical] growth goals (like, “get another dot of Dex, then get another dot of Firearms and that awesome transmutation”) when I made my character up, so 2 weeks later, when I have enough experience to buy some small things, I’ve forgotten what I thought was cool in the books and appropriate for my character.
I still have pictures and reflections on my Tampa trip to post. We spent a whole day at the beach(es) on that Saturday, resulting in my first-ever sunburn (ew, it peeled!). When I came back to work last Tuesday, I was hit with a big project (not mine originally) that needed some major triaging. Got that “done”… all this weekend. Muchos kudos to my awesome coworkers that pulled that off. I’m even less a fan of the Nascar race vendors (since our office is within spitting distance of the race track) than I was last year.
Having not had a weekend, I’m in great shape for my move to our (rented) house this weekend. I have nine entire boxes packed (read: not enough!), and am moving on Friday. I’ll be happily taking Friday off from work to get that move done. Packing will happen tomorrow night and Thursday (which I also hope to take off). Sleep will happen in June.
I haven’t run in 2 weeks and I ate like shit all weekend in the office. I don’t have breakfast food in my house. I haven’t written in about 2 weeks, and I don’t have the mips to do so this week. I don’t feel unproductive, though. It’s just that the productivity is not in “normal” stuff right now. Heightened sense of stress, but invigorating rather than paralyzing (with rare exception).
Definitely the busiest month I’ve had in a while. June should be smooth(er) sailing, though. New house, I get to learn how to use a push mower (as in, motorless), I’ll have some space from my cats, I’ll have a home office, and I’ll have a live-in cook to take care of mundane things like dinner (leaving me for the awesome things like cheesecake and cookie making).
I’m in Tampa, having flown in bright and early this morning (Charlotte to Memphis at 06:50 EST, Memphis to Tampa at 09:00 CST).
Memphis’s airport (the two gates I saw of it) was fugly as hell. Brown brick interior walls and square. Looked like some Langoliers shit.
Tampa’s airport was mildly confusing, with a shuttle to get from some gates to other areas. Looked new-ish overall, but otherwise unremarkable.
Awesome tidbit: the rental car is a Prius. Good stuff, although I scared the shit out of Ma Dre by mistaking the brake for a clutch when trying to park, as I’m wont to do. *stomp* Its little engine display is distracting; I have a heavy foot (an understatement) and am not sure how awesome the electric engine is supposed to be. Should I be able to ride above 45 mph just on the battery? I have a weekend to experiment with tweaking it.
Now Tampa proper… is obnoxious. I find that I rather prefer a more condensed city. Tampa reminds me of Phoenix in that even the downtown skyline appears to be missing buildings, it’s so scattered. Getting from one place to another today involved 30+ minute drives, distances that Ma Dre doesn’t seem to think much of. I’m used to a 15-minute drive being normal in Charlotte (and that’s me not living near a highway), but 30 minutes better be for something decently special in Charlotte.
Without a really good light rail system (and not the cross-style that Atlanta has or Charlotte hopes to have), I don’t know how public transit could be an option in a city that sprawled.
City aside (and really, who cares?), I’m having a blast. Being with Ma Dre is great, and Little Man (her son) is adorable, growly, and friendly, although it took him a little while to warm up to me. I am reminded again of why I had an IUD put in, though — I could handle the slobber and the mess just fine (although I cringe a little at it now), but the noise… I’m worried I might do a child harm if I couldn’t shut her up peacefully. And heaven forbid if I get a colicky/milk-intolerant baby. I’d probably never leave the house for not wanting the kid to bother other people.
Tomorrow’s the beach, a bit of shopping, and maybe some restaurants recommended by Michael.
I’ve got a big crush on Miles Vorkosigan. He’s got a sense of style that appealed to me as soon as I read Young Miles back in the day. He’s not so silly as to be fearless, but is manic enough to keep getting embroiled in shit and smart enough to extricate himself. Makes for good times.
Mirror Dance (which I read in the Miles Errant omnibus) is the best of the series, combining a Bujold-style people-manipulation story with two good coming-of-age tales. It’s a pivotal book in the series, where Mark becomes his own person and Miles is forced to confront his own mortality.
(Definitely some spoilers below the cut.)