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I am without my tungsten palm PDA as I took it in to Dick Smith’s because the on/off switch is stuffed. I suspect that they will say ‘it’s your own fault’ and charge me for sending it to Auckland and back. It should be away for ten days. I wonder what I will forget. I’m going to a GURPS game tonight so maybe I should see if my memory will fit in Max‘s old PDA and see if I can borrow that in the interim.

I managed to synchronise Endeavour and the toy during the week so I should boot up kpilot so I can make some notes.

Work avoidance. I should have been comparing the old Archives Act with the new Public Records Act. Instead I was alone and uninterrupted for most of the day. Played around with writing a paragraph in my eclectic language, did a load of washing, and pulled some books off my shelves to send down to the Regent Theatre 24-hour booksale in May. Removed the books from my bibliography catalogue.



I went to a meeting last night to discuss how the liberal Christians on Presbytery are going to handle the discussion on the latest overture from Assembly about the homosexuality debate. Travelling home with friends we drove past the park next to the Arthur Street School. I noticed a glowing light among the trees. On a second glance it looked like a man who appeared to be handling fire. Perhaps it was someone practicing juggling with firesticks. No one else saw it. When I mentioned it they advised me to ring the police when I got home. There is a school next door and it could potentially be an arson attack.

The police call centre is a stupid idea. I rang the police station and the officer who answered the telephone transferred me. The call centre is not in Dunedin and the person I spoke to did not know where Roslyn was. If I want to tell the police about suspicious behaviour why can’t I tell the local police station?! Honestly!
Don't Panic, may contain spoilers, and nuts

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comic stash

Laugh evilly and move on

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Started the day by moving boxes of books from the archives up to the Hewitson Library. I was asked whether I was actually doing some work, or carrying the box in a circle involving the stairs so I could get some exercise.

I, however, am not as paranoid as that


I heard on the news this morning that the New Zealand Consulate wants to limit the numbers of people going to Gallipoli for Anzac day as the numbers of Australians, New Zealanders and Turks have reached the point where natural resources cannot cope.

Anzac Day

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Today the New Zealanders stop for a day to honour their dead in war. It’s sort of an ancestor cult. They gather before dawn at open-air shrines for civic rites to remember the dead. It is a ritual observed by many, whether soldiers or pacifists, or their families.

Had another session of GURPS last night. A lot of time was spent seeing if there was anyone to help us with the old necromancer preying on the children of the street. The church, the mages and the lord of the town were not able to help. After that we went looking for someone to help us with a haunted boat. From a recently dead ghost we learnt that there is something within the boards of the boat that is evil. Without the magics of the people from which we won the boat it is free to kill at its own anger.

Used my free time wastefully. Instead of pressing on with my second assignment for the Open Polytechnic, which is due in three week’s time I played with some more translation for 2.0, much for fun for an imaginary language maker. For the rest of the day I visited Harry for a session of Majellan. He went around the room allowing everyone to referee a short session of the game. Need more practice. Afterwards I stayed for two card games: Illuminati which I won playing the Servants of Cthulhu, I built up a strong network of secret societies early in the game, then when two of us were competing for Ronald Reagan (I already had Nancy as one of my personalities) I chose to assassinate him as I could not wrest him out of the other player’s networks. The successful assassination meant I only needed eleven secret organisations instead of twelve and I won the game as no one could break up any of my networks.

We had a session of the spaghetti western card game Bang!. It was initially slow going as I was the only person who had played it previously and no one was familiar with it. Even though I was the second person knocked out of the game people were enjoying it by the end as the sherrif took on the renegade and the last of the outlaws and won.

On my way home I thought I should familiarise myself with figures from the Bethisad universe by writing character descriptions for them using GURPS. If I’m going to do that I should go the whole hog and see if I can design a campaign set in that alternative timeline. Maybe I can treat myself to that exercise after I have completed the next assignment.

Easter 5

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Cum toe’m hie godcund stoew. Wy cumt in luf and wynn; Wy cumt toe meete úr god.
Cum toe’m hie jebedstoew. Wy cumt mid herigness and dingreën; Wy cumt toe bidde toe god.
Cum toe’m hie stoew of luf. Wy cumt mid opene herten; Wy cumt mid luf for god.
Cum toe jeë god werd. Det werd de is gods húro; Wy cumt to herig úr god des hie deg.

Weather positively wintry. Church cold this morning. Still there was a good number in the congregation, come to connect with each other and hear a speaker from Presbyterian Support introduce their Buddy Programme. Nobody in the kitchen for morning tea after church, although others had been in beforehand to set things up. Two of us stepped in to serve.

“Not by your finger, not by your anger
will our world order change in a day,
but by your people, fearless and faithful,
small paper lanterns, lighting the way.

Hope we must carry, shining and certain
through all our turmoil, terror and loss,
bonding us gladly, one to the other,
till our world changes, facing the cross.”

I notice that according to one of my concalendars today is Hunters Moon. It’s the day that the Amenites welcome the return of the Holy Ones, lesser gods and divine personifications, to the earth. I have no idea where they have been in the meantime. After attending temple for holy offering the day is generally celebrated as a Saturnalia so unseasonably cold weather would be appropriate for their festival. As evening falls candles are placed in the windows to welcome the Holy Ones.

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