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One day back...
Mar. 7th, 2006 02:34 am...and already I'm right into it. Blew a call tonight, got the whole game taken under protest because of it. They're right, they'll play it all out some other time. Not so worried about that. Got mouthed off to by one of the players, and I went from condition green to condition red in a split-second and tossed him. I always knew I was subject to violent mood swings, but this one takes the cake. Supervisor said it might have been better as a strong warning (the "yellow card" option). I dunno. And after the toss, I went back to condition green. It was a momentary white-hot temper flash or something. But I don't usually go from zero to bastard without provocation. Maybe I tuned into the player's mood for that moment or something and didn't shield it out. Recrimination, regret. It'll take me a bit to get over it, which is a bit of a side effect from tossing someone - I almost always second guess myself and wonder whether I was too quick on the draw. I just wonder if I'm getting a reputation for bastardy among players. But if it's like everything else, that'll be the only one I ever issue the whole season, and I won't even have to come close to anything else. It's not a habit of mine, really, I swear. Just because it happens every now and then, and I'm probably one of the few referees who does do it, I wonder that one of these days they're going to tell me "Umm... you piss off too many players. Maybe you should consider not working for us this semester/year." Probably not, since there's usually a dearth rather than a surplus for the sports I do, but somewhere I wonder whether someone's keeping track of my issuances and noting that I'm building a bit of a file. (And furthermore, if I've got that short of a fuse, or if there's a particular subject that touches me off, I want to know about it so I can work on it and make it so I'm not hair-trigger angry)
Oh, well. Enough angst and paranoia. The universe balanced on me, anyway - the early morning class tomorrow got cancelled because one of the instructors is ill. You can't plan these things. Today was a very unplanned day. A friend I met at one of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
girtygrin's get-togethers and offered crash space was in the area, and he called me this morning. Woke me out of sleep, I might add, but we puttered around the town, had breakfast, spent a few dollars at the arcade, where I introduced him to dance games. Much fun was had by all. It was a nice surprise, and we discussed all sorts of interesting things about costuming and design and conventions/conferences and what goes on there. Apparently, if one puts out the mindset that one is willing to learn and try to understand, suddenly people start telling you interesting things. And you start getting answers to questions. It's amazing. Of course, it might be that I'm finally around enough interesting people who are willing to talk about their interesting things that I'm learning stuff. No claims on wisdom or understanding yet, although that's the eventual goal. It's the sort of stuff that you couldn't really talk about with some people - they just wouldn't get it, nor would they want to. They would rather deny the existence of those things than talk about them. Yet, I continue to learn a little more of the forbidden lore, just by asking. It's also a little bit of an adjustment to realize that there are indeed people who have no trouble talking about those sorts of things. I can only hope that I'll be that kind of librarian and person in general. I'm slowly trying to get past the blocks set up that say "We don't talk about Those Things, because they're Not Acceptable." to whatever unit - society, religion, government. So, thank you to the people who feed my curiosity with knowledge. You do a far better job of corrupting me than I can do myself.
In a mouth-twitching sort of amusement, it's quite possible that Homeland Security can't secure itself. There's got to be some term that describes this sort of situation... although if you add in that the military's still planting articles, people are being detained without trials, and the government is trying to raise it's own debt limits so that they don't run into the previous one set, then a word comes to mind that's much clearer. Disaster. They may need the (semi)automatic gunships developed because there won't be people who want to get anywhere near a hot zone.
Slightly different tack taken here. First, a slight debunking of the idea that writers write to be intentionally confusing called "My Window Is Your Mirror, My Mirror is Your Wall, My Wall is your Window". Perspective is a unique thing to have, and people who claim they can see from a writer's perspective, more of then than not, are deluding themselves. I may speculate about the writer's perspective, but unless the writer confirms it, it remains speculation. Speaking of perspective, beware or proverbs and aphorisms. Sooner or later, you'll probably put these kinds of pairs together. Doesn't mean that I'll necessarily stop using them, but I'm going to have to be more careful about seeing if there are dandelions about before opening my mouth.
One last thing - the transhuman revolution may be closer than it looks. Thanks to the wonders of implants, many gentlemen are getting bigger breasts. Experimentation with the body signifies that things could be close. Admittedly, though, the thought doesn't process immediately visually.
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Oh, well. Enough angst and paranoia. The universe balanced on me, anyway - the early morning class tomorrow got cancelled because one of the instructors is ill. You can't plan these things. Today was a very unplanned day. A friend I met at one of
girtygrin's get-togethers and offered crash space was in the area, and he called me this morning. Woke me out of sleep, I might add, but we puttered around the town, had breakfast, spent a few dollars at the arcade, where I introduced him to dance games. Much fun was had by all. It was a nice surprise, and we discussed all sorts of interesting things about costuming and design and conventions/conferences and what goes on there. Apparently, if one puts out the mindset that one is willing to learn and try to understand, suddenly people start telling you interesting things. And you start getting answers to questions. It's amazing. Of course, it might be that I'm finally around enough interesting people who are willing to talk about their interesting things that I'm learning stuff. No claims on wisdom or understanding yet, although that's the eventual goal. It's the sort of stuff that you couldn't really talk about with some people - they just wouldn't get it, nor would they want to. They would rather deny the existence of those things than talk about them. Yet, I continue to learn a little more of the forbidden lore, just by asking. It's also a little bit of an adjustment to realize that there are indeed people who have no trouble talking about those sorts of things. I can only hope that I'll be that kind of librarian and person in general. I'm slowly trying to get past the blocks set up that say "We don't talk about Those Things, because they're Not Acceptable." to whatever unit - society, religion, government. So, thank you to the people who feed my curiosity with knowledge. You do a far better job of corrupting me than I can do myself.In a mouth-twitching sort of amusement, it's quite possible that Homeland Security can't secure itself. There's got to be some term that describes this sort of situation... although if you add in that the military's still planting articles, people are being detained without trials, and the government is trying to raise it's own debt limits so that they don't run into the previous one set, then a word comes to mind that's much clearer. Disaster. They may need the (semi)automatic gunships developed because there won't be people who want to get anywhere near a hot zone.
Slightly different tack taken here. First, a slight debunking of the idea that writers write to be intentionally confusing called "My Window Is Your Mirror, My Mirror is Your Wall, My Wall is your Window". Perspective is a unique thing to have, and people who claim they can see from a writer's perspective, more of then than not, are deluding themselves. I may speculate about the writer's perspective, but unless the writer confirms it, it remains speculation. Speaking of perspective, beware or proverbs and aphorisms. Sooner or later, you'll probably put these kinds of pairs together. Doesn't mean that I'll necessarily stop using them, but I'm going to have to be more careful about seeing if there are dandelions about before opening my mouth.
One last thing - the transhuman revolution may be closer than it looks. Thanks to the wonders of implants, many gentlemen are getting bigger breasts. Experimentation with the body signifies that things could be close. Admittedly, though, the thought doesn't process immediately visually.
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