Well bleah.

Not happy w/60 Minutes for what I'm told they broadcast last night about my employers. Didn't bother watching the show. I'm told, however, that a lot of stuff was false or misleading. (Part of the problem was apparently that for 3 wks. they didn't talk to Red Cross officials about the story, then came back with a bunch of questions that had nothing to do with the story they were originally working on. People don't like it when you pull a Nuclear Submarine on them that way.) If you want specifics, stop by our National website and have a look, otherwise, don't. I didn't have anything to do with it, I don't have anything to do with it, I'm not even in Public Relations, and I don't want to hear about it. At this point I'm starting to wonder if someone at NHQ had a baby and forgot to invite the thirteenth fairy to the christening, or something. I mean, honestly, I had a nightmare a week ago about Peter Jennings lighting into the Red Cross... *sigh* Sorry. I'm getting a little tired of news people basically accusing us of eating babies.

Didn't watch the 9/11 special on CBS, either. I was there. I don't want to see any more of it. I've had quite enough, thank you. I wasn't EMS or firefighter or cop, but I was in there long enough to have it engraved in my lungs and on my brain. I had a flashback during Third Watch an episode or two back, during the bit where the gangers opened fire on the Russian restaurant (something about the sound and feel of an unexpected war erupting set it off). I know there's all kinds of arguments for and against showing the stuff, but right now I'm understanding more and more why my grandfather never wanted to talk about his time in the Second World War. There is a time for talking, and a time for hearing, and a time for seeing, and for me, well... this is not the time for seeing any more. That's all I can really say.

On the bright side I got a spiffy new Disaster Services jacket yesterday to wear when I marched in the parade, and I seem to be allowed to keep it. Huzzah!

Today's pulp survival tip is #83: Never reject your spouse or significant other unless - UN-LESS - you have personally, directly witnessed them cheating on you, and have irrefutable proof that this cheating was not the result of supernatural, pharmaceutical, or other powerful coercion. And you have made sure that it was really them and not someone else in disguise.

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Well, lunch went well. I got an eBay package in the mail, so that's good. I got over to the tailor's and dropped off my jacket and a quarter of a yard of black canvas that was the closest match in texture and feel to the existing fabric of my jacket; he says they should be able to do something with it. ('something' in this case being 'lengthen the cuffs by three inches'. I've got arms longer than anyone else my height.) Didn't quote a price at me. We'll see how much it costs. I hope not too much, but... we'll see.

On another note, last night and this morning saw the birth of some more awfully disturbing ideas for RPG foo. Oddly enough, despite the fact that I've almost finished Joseph Needham's lovely, lovely book, few if any are to do with VicMage.Asia. It is, however, at least partially an Asian-influenced alternate history theme; I just need to figure out how I can go about structuring a game with it, and what game universe to use. In this world, things CHANGED the day the golden spike was driven to join the railroads... and the lands west of the Mississippi are not the West the world once knew.

Lemme know if you're interested in more or could offer some suggestions on how to handle this, setting-wise. I'm not sure if Mage is quite right, but I had to return my copy of Hong Kong Action Theater to the store the other week owing to missing pages.