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“Special needs” posted
It’s been a couple of weeks, thanks to the Tampa trip and the move, but I have a new Transhuman Congress story done: “Special needs“. The Meta in the office gave no acknowledgment of Miriam or Donna, but walked lightly to the door to Ser Harold’s office, opened it, and went in. Donna’s theatrical shudder drew Miriam’s attention back to her. “I’ll tell you, I don’t mind them, of course,” she said, eyes wide, “but I do wish they were polite and would ask to see Ser Harold like anyone else.” “Don’t be silly. Politeness is a culturally-defined term,” Miriam muttered. She wanted to talk to that Meta.
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Tampa — the Beach and Beyond
I finally got around to putting up the pictures from the Tampa trip. That Saturday was our beach day. We walked for a while on one beach, chatting and playing around: We ended up increasingly in the water, despite the fact that Dre and Tyrone don’t swim: Hell, I was wearing jean pants and a fancy shirt, and I got submerged. We finally bought me and Tyrone swimsuits from a little shack on our way to the second beach. We played for hours in the water: tag and variations thereof, me trying to teach them how to float and tread water, etc. We ended up cooling down in a swimming…
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Moral superiority
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?
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Tasty beer!
At game last night I actually had a beer I’d seek out again (courtesy of Steve): Wailua. It was still bitter, but — if this makes any sense — the bitterness actually had taste. I hadn’t completely closed the door on beer, but my expectations were pretty low after few types I’d tried.
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So many shenanigans
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…