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It's a Monday morning, so, of course, my brain is on Suspend mode. Waiting for it to wake up so I can actually get some work done today.

Been tinkering with the Gateway City concept a bit more, trying to tweak the ratio of Metas to Normals. Don't want Metas to be so rare as to be an almost non-issue, but neither do I want them common enough to flood the city with superheroes. Of course, not everyone with superpowers becomes a hero or villain... and not all people with superpowers are Metas, either.

Been trying to decide whether to go more over-the-top, four-color-style heroics, or a grim-and-gritty supers game. I suppose I should ask my players what they'd prefer. Of course, I suppose I should get a list of players together. I don't know who'd be interested in supers roleplay, so not really sure to begin. Of course, no one has seemed all that enthused about my last Gateway City post, but then, I haven't told anyone about it beyond that post. Maybe people are just too busy to comment. *shrugs*

Watched the Extended Edition of Fellowship of the Ring last night at the church office. Z wasn't too impressed, but then she rarely is by films she's seen before, even if there's something new to it. Me, I can watch a movie repeatedly and not get burned out. She doesn't want to see The Two Towers with me on Wednesday either. Not sure why; possibly she's Ringed-out right now, or perhaps she's just nervous about being in the crowd in line, or perhaps she has some MUSHing to do instead. She says she'll wait until I see it the second time... which I'm sure I will, but I'll still miss her being there. Oh well. Her loss, I suppose.

Besides that, not much going on. Z's going to get started on Christmas presents tonight. I still feel a bit odd with what we're doing for Christmas, since I don't know how well our friends will receive them. I prefer gifts more tailored to the people receiving them, but that also costs more money, and in many cases, I have no idea what our friends want. I just hope they can actually get some use out of what we're making. This "artsy-craftsy" Christmas thing is new to me, and feels strange.

The Alien Nature of Mental Illness

Was out and about with Z this weekend, and I was (and still am) in great spirits, and I thought back to Sunday through Tuesday, and the depression that had me firmly in its grip.

It's hard to believe that that was me being all depressed. I mean, I remember saying the things I said, and doing the things I did, but I can't drag up a solid memory of how it felt. Not sure if it's a mental defense mechanism (i.e., my brain refusing to touch that with a 10-ft pole), or just a sign of how separate that part of my psyche is from the rest of me. All I can remember is vaguely feeling sad and numb, but I know it went way beyond merely being sad and numb. Just feels strange to be that disconnected from a part of myself, even if it's a part of myself that I'd love to keep away forever.

Noy Je'taht!

Sometimes, after talking to a client, I just want to say, "Je'tahtin' monkey-bird."

Bonus points to anyone who can catch the reference. :)