17 January 2010

The truth is...

The American homeland security folks (National Bouncers, if you will) are a mite testy (and understandably so) after the schmo with the exploding underpants failed to keep his drawers dry enough to *use* his Go-Go-Gadget-Gotch. There are increased screenings, reductions in permissable carry-on items (books are no longer banned from flights, apparently), and mandatory pat-downs for anyone who may have at one time thought about reading the Qur'An.

AND, on top of all of this, border security folks and agencies have instituted the use of X-Ray Goggles at security gates. They get a discount if they order them in bulk or if they sell 50 magazine subscriptions.

What I find interesting is that in a country whose people value their personal freedoms so much (not that there's anything wrong with that*), the American people are sure comfortable giving up those freedoms. It's a strange dichotomy with how much many of them also hate the idea of socialised medicine with a hot hot heat. What do I mean?

The right to "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness" only goes so far, now, as the speed of convenient travel. If you want to take an airplane, you give up your right to privacy, your right to liberty, and, ultimately now, your right to not be detained without being charged with a crime, and your right be presumed innocent until proven guilty. Because what's happening with airport and border security is that you're being presumed guilty until proved otherwise.

I could go on about this and how interesting it is that folks are willing to give up their rights to privacy and such just to sit in a confined, pressurised tube with damp seats and screaming children for hours at a time. But I won't. Because I want to make a point. And my point is this:

It would be a *much better* plan to simply insist that all passengers fly nude. It would certainly make ME much happier, and it would also shorten the amount of time required for a) a pat-down and b) a body cavity search.

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*Except when personal freedom interferes with the Good of the People; the Good of the Society at large.

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14 July 2009

Please excuse the nerd quotient in this post

a-LARPing he will go,
a-LARPing he will go,
Hi-ho the derry-o,
a-LARPing he will go.

He'll play a yickky Nos,
he'll play a yickky Nos,
Hi-ho the derry-o,
He'll play a yickky Nos.

The cheese stands alone,
the cheese stands alone,
hi-ho the derry-o,
the cheese stands alone.

I could go on, about the Nos being the cheese, or how no one is actually the cheese; I just always rather favoured the cheese line, and always wanted to be the cheese when we played "The Farmer in the Dell". Have I mentioned how much I love cheese?

Okay, so anyway, yeah. His Nibs is off playing ...*sigh*... the LARP equivalent of herpes. Don't get me wrong. I dearly love some of the people with LARP herpes. I don't hold it against them. And I'll still LARP with His Nibs afterwards; I'm pretty sure I'm immune. I was immunized a few weeks ago. It's just that...i really, really don't want to play Vampire. And there aren't that many options at the moment if i do want to play something in the city.

So there. I've said it. Publically. Not on the suuuuuper seeecret blog, not just hand-waving and ranting in small groups.

I don't want to play Vampire.

Check that. I'm willing to try **WARNING! EXTREME NERD MATERIAL FOLLOWS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.** New World of Darkness, depending on who's running it and who's playing. I freely admit that I am an elitist when it comes to gaming. Because this is my free time. I mean, I can have a good time doing just about anything (seriously, man. Peanuts in a cup. Most bestest entertainment EVAR), including stuff I don't like. Mostly because I decided a long time ago that I'd much rather enjoy myself than not. Wow, that was weird to type. Was that as weird to read as it was to type?

What I mean is, rather than be at lagerheads (snicker) with the folks running the game and/or the other folks playing the game, it makes more sense to choose to participate in a game that doesn't cause you stress. So by 'elitist', I guess I really mean 'utilitarian'. But not in the sense of 'utilitarian' like crotchless pantyhose; I mean 'utilitarian' in the sense of 'maximising happiness and/or minimising unhappiness'.

Crotchless pantyhose are the best thing since...erm...well...split crotch bloomers, I guess. Which in turn are the best thing since no underpants at all. Wow. How'd I get *here*?

No, I'm not standing here saying "neener neener; my game's better than your game", because a) I do not have a game; and b) well, really, I don't have a game.

I just know what I don't like. Um. And I'm comparing it to a venereal disease. Which is kind of douchey of me, I guess. Sorry about that.

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