February 13th, 2002

The gentleman is always properly dressed


February 13, 2002
Had a mildly inauspicious start to my first ‘day of the change.’ Ended getting up late thanks to a long final session for Uruz’s game that left me wired enough to stay up until 2AM. My schedule says no gym for me today, though I have every intent on walking around the parks just for the sake of. Probably play Rings tonight, but I’ll probably leave early enough that I can get some groceries and still get to bed at a reasonable hour. Spirits are high for some reason and I haven’t fallen to thinking that my goals are in any way inaccessible.

The ending of the Akayama arc left me floored. Leaving aside the fact that it was first rpg in which I’ve been involved in some time (I think the last game that wasn’t just a short-lived curiosity was J’s early modern game that dissolved when one of the players died…), I think I’m stumbling a little over my part in the story. My history with rpgs has always been as one of the supporting characters. I’m usually content to play a quirky character who is decidedly not larger than life. I’m not exactly a glory hound and I’ve seen too many groups ripped apart because there’s too many people in the party who want to be the hero. Strange and unlikely, then, that my itinerant scholar/warrior would rise to become the daimyo of his family. Stranger still that he would be the one to make the “ultimate sacrifice” and be granted minor fortune status for it.

U hinted a couple of times (mostly when I was being remiss and missing games) that parts of the story were built around my character, but I guess that never really struck me until last night. Hell, in story, I was prepared to give the swords and that destiny to Tsucho’s sister and Masumori with the idea that I would return to my anonymous wanderings after the seal had been closed. I just don’t think in terms of grand gestures and great destinies. Hachiro was discomfited through most of last night’s story because I was as well.
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The gentleman is always properly dressed


While I was out, I found not one, but two(!) of the little car-antenna flags lying on the street all frayed and on broken sticks and it just honked me off. They just served to remind me of all of the problems I've had with the ubiquitous flag-raising that's gone on since 9/11. Dont get me wrong, I don't begrudge folks their sudden national pride and new-found patriotism, but I do think people should learn how to fly a flag right if they're planning on doing it at all.

Some basics of flag etiquette that used to be taught to every grade school kid: Do not fly it in the rain; Do not fly it at night unless there is a dedicated light shining on it; Do not continue to fly it after it has become tattered unless the damage was as the result of a battle; Do not drape the flag over anything that is not a casket; And above all, don't leave it in the freakin' gutter!

While I'm griping, what is with the guys that work on my floor and their seeming incapability to hit a toilet? I know from personal experience that mens' plumbing is accurate enough to carve some semblance of one's name in snow, so there should be no reason why the floors in the restroom are drenched in urine. At least try to hit the bowl. It's a big target, and if it's that much of a problem, sit yo' honkey asses down. I'm sick of wading through your bodily waste.
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