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Not to put too fine a point on it...

http://theferrett.livejournal.com/900359.html -- Human 2.0
Related: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/6554743.stm
http://community.livejournal.com/techsupport/1318549.html -- "I am not sure of the issue severity..."

Yesterday at boffing was just great! I was (omg) picked first for Dan's team; we played Capture the Flag a lot. Turns out the Piranha has a father, Jim, and the ol' man was there playing too. He made a lot of protests about being the old guy, the new guy, and not knowing the rules; I'm not sure if he'll become a drama-h0r or not, but my eye's on him on principle. The Piranha is damn good, though, and if necessary we'll put up with the Piranha's dad for the sake of the Piranha. (The Piranha is this tiny ten-year-old boy who's fast as lightning; he earned his nickname.)

Our team wound up being called the Blue Canaries. Dan suggested the Green Canaries, but I insisted on Blue Canaries, and he went along with it. Vincent hollered "We will UNPLUG YOU!" which I thought was the funniest stuff in the world. (When we won, I shouted "SHIPWRECKED!" at him.)

I overheard Vincent giving his team a pep talk, evidently after they'd been trying to slice through me and I'd been defending myself adequately. The phrases "years of fencing" and "years with the SCA" floated back to me. I cracked up laughing. (It was two semesters of fencing, and a couple years with Shawn's "Games of Adventure" -- I'm not even sure Fairbanks has organized SCA.)

At the end of the night, Dan and I wound up going up against each other. That was very instructive. When we fight, evidently it's usually over very, very quickly. I'm learning the truth of the martial arts cliché that the first one to act is the one who loses.

...evidently I'm getting very, very good at this. I did not expect to be anything at all resembling a sports star, even on such a silly, local level.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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