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nockergeek) wrote2001-10-13 10:50 pm
nockergeek) wrote2001-10-13 10:50 pm
Lots of thoughts lately
Lots of things going on in my head today.
Saw Iron Monkey again. Loved it again. Just an amazing flick -- very fun and entertaining, just as it should be. Highly recommended.
Been flipping through my new copy of Oriental Adventures. Very nicely done. Seth has major issues with how WotC took liberties with Rokugan, but the more I look through the book, the less I can really get worked up about it. Mechanically, it's sound (and Seth agrees), and the game world was tweaked, but I don't think it was ruined. I mean, hey, anything they did can't be worse than the Hidden Emperor storyline, neh? :)
Started reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, since Maggie gave us a free copy. Z won't touch the thing, but I'm willing to give it a shot. It's new and different to me, and has a distinctly British flavor so far. I approve.
Finally, the profound thoughts.
Friday afternoon, as the anthrax reports started coming in, my mind started to wander, as it often does on my drive home. Eventually, it wandered to a mental image that frightened me quite a bit. It was the image of me burying Z because she died of anthrax... and of my reactions afterwards. I could just picture myself being torn with sadness and anger at having the love of my life, my soul mate, stolen from me by some terrorist... and how I would just want to find whoever was responsible, and confront him, because we didn't have anything to do with his struggle, his anger at our country, and how he could take my wife from me because of his political grudge... and then I would want to put a bullet through his head, because I couldn't think of anything else to do, because I didn't understand what he had against us, what we had done to him.
Like most disturbing mental images, it was gone as quickly as it had arrived, and I didn't pay it a second thought. Then, today, I heard about a residential district in Afghanistan that was accidentally bombed by US planes, and that four people were killed. When I heard that, I thought about the families of those four people, and how they must be thinking the same thing about us... that they didn't do anything, and that they can't understand why we did it.
Of course, the difference is, the terrorists are trying to kill us on purpose; the residential bombing was acknowledged as an accident and a mistake by the armed forces... so there's a difference in motive, to be sure. But at the same time, I think I understand a little bit better what the Afghan citizens must be going through right now. My heart goes out to them, because in all honesty, the people of Afghanistan are caught in the middle of this, just like the people of America are, and we're all frightened, scared, and a bit angry.
And yes, I am a bit nervous about opening mail now. But honestly, I doubt that terrorists are sending tainted mail to random people at this point. It seems to be mostly just people in the media, which I'm not. But the second I see anyone doing anything with a mysterious white powder, I'm calling 911, and hoping the cops/FBI/CIA/CDC/someone catches the bastard.
Anywho, that's all for tonight, self. I think it's getting to be time for bed.
Saw Iron Monkey again. Loved it again. Just an amazing flick -- very fun and entertaining, just as it should be. Highly recommended.
Been flipping through my new copy of Oriental Adventures. Very nicely done. Seth has major issues with how WotC took liberties with Rokugan, but the more I look through the book, the less I can really get worked up about it. Mechanically, it's sound (and Seth agrees), and the game world was tweaked, but I don't think it was ruined. I mean, hey, anything they did can't be worse than the Hidden Emperor storyline, neh? :)
Started reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, since Maggie gave us a free copy. Z won't touch the thing, but I'm willing to give it a shot. It's new and different to me, and has a distinctly British flavor so far. I approve.
Finally, the profound thoughts.
Friday afternoon, as the anthrax reports started coming in, my mind started to wander, as it often does on my drive home. Eventually, it wandered to a mental image that frightened me quite a bit. It was the image of me burying Z because she died of anthrax... and of my reactions afterwards. I could just picture myself being torn with sadness and anger at having the love of my life, my soul mate, stolen from me by some terrorist... and how I would just want to find whoever was responsible, and confront him, because we didn't have anything to do with his struggle, his anger at our country, and how he could take my wife from me because of his political grudge... and then I would want to put a bullet through his head, because I couldn't think of anything else to do, because I didn't understand what he had against us, what we had done to him.
Like most disturbing mental images, it was gone as quickly as it had arrived, and I didn't pay it a second thought. Then, today, I heard about a residential district in Afghanistan that was accidentally bombed by US planes, and that four people were killed. When I heard that, I thought about the families of those four people, and how they must be thinking the same thing about us... that they didn't do anything, and that they can't understand why we did it.
Of course, the difference is, the terrorists are trying to kill us on purpose; the residential bombing was acknowledged as an accident and a mistake by the armed forces... so there's a difference in motive, to be sure. But at the same time, I think I understand a little bit better what the Afghan citizens must be going through right now. My heart goes out to them, because in all honesty, the people of Afghanistan are caught in the middle of this, just like the people of America are, and we're all frightened, scared, and a bit angry.
And yes, I am a bit nervous about opening mail now. But honestly, I doubt that terrorists are sending tainted mail to random people at this point. It seems to be mostly just people in the media, which I'm not. But the second I see anyone doing anything with a mysterious white powder, I'm calling 911, and hoping the cops/FBI/CIA/CDC/someone catches the bastard.
Anywho, that's all for tonight, self. I think it's getting to be time for bed.