staring with beady eyes

Day : busy. Work.

Evening : busy. Going through plots for Ambercon UK scenarios which are being playtested this weekend. Designing player handouts. Writing really weird out of left field fanfic in spare time. But feel much better now.

Night : I believe sleep is on the schedule.

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Sit

Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
You're twenty-six, and still have some of life ahead.
No need for wit; just talk vacuities, and I'll
Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead.

The world is too opaque, distressing and profound.
This twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day:
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.

-- Vikram Seth

happiness is salmon teriyaki

Playtesting tomorrow, and staying with friends overnight, so no more journal entries till Sunday, if that.

There's just something about salmon; the gorgeous richness, the flavour, the sheer undiluted sweep of . . . okay, so I exaggerate. I'm in a good mood. We tried having some sake with supper. I'm definitely in a good mood.

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(for mjj)

If dragons were exotic, then God knows
(Or any Bodhisattva hereabout)
We'd be content to watch with prying nose
On all their goings in or comings out;
Whereas if they were normal -- us, indeed --
Mere mortals in their flesh (and scaly hide)
We'd claim to know them as the wind the reed,
The grass the plain, the sand, the halting tide.
And yet the rare and thrice-exotic kind
Require the basic understanding why
Or else, magnificent as we them find,
We lose our interest and will pass by.
So pass the classics and Confucian texts;
I want to know why they are having sex.