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Occupied. · Jan 23, 11:43 PM

I skipped Aikido on Saturday: (a) nikkyo on my left wrist = ouch, (b) Lost-athon. Lost reminds me a great deal of the free-form role-playing one of my friends used lead. For example:

Three hundred feet below the Australian outback, you are going into cry-stasis for two centuries. You are allowed 50 kg of whatever you would like. You may choose your age, sex, skills, and abilities. Then—you wake up. It’s dark.

... and so on. A different kind of fun than, “with the ogre guards distracted by so-and-so’s phantasmal projective display, I fire my crossbow, aiming at the face of their leader.”

Catholic guilt—I don’t have it, not really. This February I’m going to Austin. I’m more up about the fiscal irresponsibility of that trip than I am about missing mass for 4 months in China.

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