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the_rckI slept moderately well last night, just not as much as I was hoping. I had trouble falling asleep, and then I was awakened early by a spam phone call on my cell phone (late enough that going back to sleep seemed a bad option but still early).
Our gaming group met last night. We’re playing D20 Stargate post season 10 of SG-1. Our characters are all stationed off-world on a planet that we thought was uninhabited (and kind of undesirable because of regular meteor bombardment. We have high tech shields for our main base). Now we’ve found evidence of at least one intelligent creature who is using biologically based technology (well, a compass anyway). It seems to be amphibious, able to function and hunt on land but preferring the water. My character is a xeno-anthropologist, so she’s suddenly really, really busy and really, really fascinated. Most of what we’ve got is completely speculation of the "Well, this *might* make sense, but… This also might make sense." We’ve seen the creature once (when it dropped the compass). We’ve found a few butchered animal remains. It also attempted to help an injured (and unconscious) pilot who crashed and left behind some rope that we think it made by secreting stuff from its own body (or from some other animal that secreted stuff from its body).
So we have strong evidence of sentience. We also have evidence that the the creature is both very curious about us and very, very wary of us. We’re not yet sure if there’s more than one. We’re pretty sure that it— or they— have been on the planet for longer than we have (I think our team brought the Stargate to this planet and that there wasn’t one before), but we don’t yet have any sort of planet wide monitoring set up, and we’re just starting to explore. Initial surveys (from space) didn’t show any sign of people living there, but I very much doubt that they looked underwater or for people not building structures.
A lot of the speculation in the game is me making suggestions rather than the GM telling me stuff based on my die rolls. I don’t have the training my character does, so I’m figuring that, any speculation I can come up with, she can.
I never got around to the pork shoulder yesterday. I’m thinking that I might cut it up before the cleaning lady comes today and store the pieces in the refrigerator until I’m ready to cook. I need to look around to see what we’ve got in terms of flavorings to add. I’m not sure we’ve got anything that all three of us can deal with— I know Scott bought a new flavor of barbecue sauce, but I can’t handle that, and Cordelia might or might not be willing to eat it. I’m not sure if we’ve got anything else pre-made.
My knee is more tender to touch today than it was yesterday, but I’m not having trouble walking.
I wrote about nine hundred words yesterday, mostly on my phone (and mostly during the game session). I’m annoyed with myself about it, though, because I started a new section that sets up a bunch of completely new things. I just want the story to end, you know? I don’t have time for another twenty thousand words. I may just chop it off at the end of the previous section and put in an author’s note that says that I’m working on a sequel. The previous section doesn’t actually resolve anything, just kind of opens a door to the possibility that something might happen.
I had fruit on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday of this week without any impact on my IBS. If I’d done that in May or June, I’d have really regretted it, but I seem to be back to being able to eat what I want without that sort of repercussion. I think that, when I have prolonged periods of anxiety, I will have IBS issues no matter what I eat but that some things will make that worse. I just can’t actually test what will affect me unless I’m in a prolonged period of anxiety at the time. Looking at May and June, it took two or three weeks of anxiety for me to start having problems. I didn’t have this sort of trouble before my lumpectomy in 2015 because I didn’t have more than two weeks between biopsy and surgery. I didn’t have it during radiation therapy. I’m not actually sure why I didn’t. I just know that I didn’t.
Our gaming group met last night. We’re playing D20 Stargate post season 10 of SG-1. Our characters are all stationed off-world on a planet that we thought was uninhabited (and kind of undesirable because of regular meteor bombardment. We have high tech shields for our main base). Now we’ve found evidence of at least one intelligent creature who is using biologically based technology (well, a compass anyway). It seems to be amphibious, able to function and hunt on land but preferring the water. My character is a xeno-anthropologist, so she’s suddenly really, really busy and really, really fascinated. Most of what we’ve got is completely speculation of the "Well, this *might* make sense, but… This also might make sense." We’ve seen the creature once (when it dropped the compass). We’ve found a few butchered animal remains. It also attempted to help an injured (and unconscious) pilot who crashed and left behind some rope that we think it made by secreting stuff from its own body (or from some other animal that secreted stuff from its body).
So we have strong evidence of sentience. We also have evidence that the the creature is both very curious about us and very, very wary of us. We’re not yet sure if there’s more than one. We’re pretty sure that it— or they— have been on the planet for longer than we have (I think our team brought the Stargate to this planet and that there wasn’t one before), but we don’t yet have any sort of planet wide monitoring set up, and we’re just starting to explore. Initial surveys (from space) didn’t show any sign of people living there, but I very much doubt that they looked underwater or for people not building structures.
A lot of the speculation in the game is me making suggestions rather than the GM telling me stuff based on my die rolls. I don’t have the training my character does, so I’m figuring that, any speculation I can come up with, she can.
I never got around to the pork shoulder yesterday. I’m thinking that I might cut it up before the cleaning lady comes today and store the pieces in the refrigerator until I’m ready to cook. I need to look around to see what we’ve got in terms of flavorings to add. I’m not sure we’ve got anything that all three of us can deal with— I know Scott bought a new flavor of barbecue sauce, but I can’t handle that, and Cordelia might or might not be willing to eat it. I’m not sure if we’ve got anything else pre-made.
My knee is more tender to touch today than it was yesterday, but I’m not having trouble walking.
I wrote about nine hundred words yesterday, mostly on my phone (and mostly during the game session). I’m annoyed with myself about it, though, because I started a new section that sets up a bunch of completely new things. I just want the story to end, you know? I don’t have time for another twenty thousand words. I may just chop it off at the end of the previous section and put in an author’s note that says that I’m working on a sequel. The previous section doesn’t actually resolve anything, just kind of opens a door to the possibility that something might happen.
I had fruit on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday of this week without any impact on my IBS. If I’d done that in May or June, I’d have really regretted it, but I seem to be back to being able to eat what I want without that sort of repercussion. I think that, when I have prolonged periods of anxiety, I will have IBS issues no matter what I eat but that some things will make that worse. I just can’t actually test what will affect me unless I’m in a prolonged period of anxiety at the time. Looking at May and June, it took two or three weeks of anxiety for me to start having problems. I didn’t have this sort of trouble before my lumpectomy in 2015 because I didn’t have more than two weeks between biopsy and surgery. I didn’t have it during radiation therapy. I’m not actually sure why I didn’t. I just know that I didn’t.
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Date: 2016-09-09 03:06 am (UTC)I'm really not sure what to do about my knee. There's still no visible bruising, but ice helps. I have no idea.