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Your Questions Answered!: "What this has to do with 'libertarianism' in any sense I can't tell you, unless the term means 'being a completely orthodox right-wing Republican with an extra dose of hypocrisy.'"
Housewarming went well; various people braved the flood to hang out, chat a bit, play games, and admire the books. (And flood it was; the back yard had a river running down the hill into a new lake in the yard of the townhouses.) The lights only flickered a half-dozen times or so. I'm pretty pleased with it. Next weekend, I think, is dedicated to recovery and staying home.
Which may or not be the best choice. I've been retreating into my shell for at least the last four months, probably longer than that. (It's hard to tell from inside.) Board games, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ancientsong observed a month or more ago, are a great way to be sociable without actually being, you know, sociable, and nearly all my activities lately have revolved around gaming. Writing's trickled off into nearly nothing. Before this morning I'd not been running since before Origins. Etc, etc. It's easy to shut myself up, shut myself off, shut myself down. Easy to make excuses, and keep making them. It's time to Do.
Autumnal-- nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day. . . . Yesterday was blue, like smoke.
"New Year's resolutions." "Spring cleaning." For a milbrat, fall is the time for new beginnings.
Your Questions Answered!: "What this has to do with 'libertarianism' in any sense I can't tell you, unless the term means 'being a completely orthodox right-wing Republican with an extra dose of hypocrisy.'"
Housewarming went well; various people braved the flood to hang out, chat a bit, play games, and admire the books. (And flood it was; the back yard had a river running down the hill into a new lake in the yard of the townhouses.) The lights only flickered a half-dozen times or so. I'm pretty pleased with it. Next weekend, I think, is dedicated to recovery and staying home.
Which may or not be the best choice. I've been retreating into my shell for at least the last four months, probably longer than that. (It's hard to tell from inside.) Board games, as
ancientsong observed a month or more ago, are a great way to be sociable without actually being, you know, sociable, and nearly all my activities lately have revolved around gaming. Writing's trickled off into nearly nothing. Before this morning I'd not been running since before Origins. Etc, etc. It's easy to shut myself up, shut myself off, shut myself down. Easy to make excuses, and keep making them. It's time to Do.Autumnal-- nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day. . . . Yesterday was blue, like smoke.
"New Year's resolutions." "Spring cleaning." For a milbrat, fall is the time for new beginnings.
"the summer ends and we wonder who we are"
Date: 2008-09-09 03:32 pm (UTC)