Becka (miss_rynn) wrote,

weekend of rest

This is funny.

The Goddess Life: Represented by the color white
and the element air, Life is all that is good
and true. She loves order, stability, and all
things beautiful and serene. Shows an
inexplicable affinity for operas, curly hair,
and corsets.

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I spent most of this weekend just chilling out, which given how long it's taken me to recover from this nasty, nasty bug, was probably a good thing. I also played an awful lot of "Tenchu - Wrath of Heaven", thus Jye has decided that my ninja skills are insumountable.

The basic layout for the character sheets for Conquest has been taken care of, as has the rough character descriptions. About 20 of the planned 25 plots have been mapped out. Jye has been given the task of the generic background and history stuff for the setting. All that needs doing is fleshing out and committing to paper - it looks like it should all be okay in the end. Now all we need are players.

More war realted nostalgia and musings here!

My father basically cut himself and us off from his family when I as about 5 or something, so I don't know all that much about them. In many ways, this is very sad, but it's one of those facts I've grown to deal with. What I *do* know about them is that they had a proud military history. Daughters of the American Revolution. A light cavalry sword from the war of independence. All that. Basically, everyone on my father's side of the family was involved in the armed forces in some way or other for as long as America was violent.

My paternal grandfather was a major in the air force. I don't know much more than that, but when he died my mother gave me his wings and his bronze maple leaf. They symbolize something to me that is powerful but intangible - I cannot explain it, but they are vastly important to me. It's almost as if they represent both the futility of war and the tragedy borne from the stubbourness of people - we didn't find out that my grandfather had died 'til almost two years after his death, because the family had no idea where we were. My father wouldn't tell them.

Anyway, one of the things that disturbs me about my family and this war is that it is a distinct possibility that people I am related to but have never met are out there fighting. That strikes me as impossibly sad, though I can't explain why.

It's not pride, you understand. I'm ashamed of myself as a citizen of both Australia and America, because somehow as part of both these nations I feel responcible for this whole first strike business. I'm not saying that people who break international and moral laws should not go unpunished, I just wish that this whole situation had been done differently. I don't have the answers to the problems at hand.

The whole situation is just so sad.
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