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Wednesday, September 8
 
Yesterday #13161 to #13167

My biorhythms for 7 September 2004:

Physical 0% going down
Emotional +100%
Intellectual 0% going up
Intuitional 0% going down

I didn’t even know intuitional was a word, let alone a biorhythm, but apparently mine was at a critical point yesterday and has headed down since then.

Thursday’s soccer game was irksome. We lost two to five but the score line flattered our opponents who were the beneficiaries of lenient refereeing and some (three) wicked deflections off our defenders. On the other hand we weren’t playing at our best and were muscled off the ball a lot (again). Also, despite having two substitutes, everyone was knackered by halftime. This week’s lesson: The winner, the Buddha says, sows hatred because the loser must suffer. Give up winning and losing, then find joy (Monkey 1:10).

The Heroclix Olympics continued with fencing and swimming. Mega-City One scored a bronze in the fencing thanks to the Judges Mortis but in the swimming I zigged Judge Dredd into a kill zone instead of zagging him into cover on my first move and he went down in the fourth round. Greg, on the other hand, won two gold medals with Flash and Batman respectively. So, well done that man.

In Jonathan’s modern Golden campaign Ancelyn dug up some lilies. No, wait, that was me. While I was digging up lilies Ancelyn was saving the team from some bad guys. Later, when I got to the store, someone thought we should infiltrate the psych ward. The Guardians of Justice were captured and had their minds probed. After we escaped (and Shoalin Surfer regained his marbles) we returned to Gotham with Freelancer’s evidence all ready to shut O.M.A.C. down. Yay, us!

On Monday at Dave’s, Kato Bari’s cocky bravado put the entire starship in peril until the pirates rolled a critical failure for their missile attack and had to let the Manticore escape. After a bit of trading, some jokes and a Thargoid we ceased production on the pilot episode of Starship Manticore and tried to salvage something from the experience. We agreed random character generation was not conducive to synchronizing character motivations with campaign plots. And we need more players if we want to crew a starship effectively, so I might go to a Canberra roleplayers meetup and see what I can see.

Tuesday evening has recently become vacant with Golden moving to Sunday. Last week I tried out the ANU Magical Girl Club which was chock full of magical girls but clubwise it lacked dimension. This week I was going to go to a movie, but there was nothing I wanted to see. Instead, putting off my ironing and my tax return, I finished the SimnoTek Building, made Jimbo Cola and X Produxions billboards for throwing and some team flags for capturing at Heroclix. How creative is that?

Meanwhile, at work, I still do not know how to do my job. If you have a problem and you have looked into it enough to find my name, then you already know more about it than I do. If you are lucky I will find someone to pass it onto within the week. I can feel my character building by the hour.
 
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