7 Vendem CCXII (Sept. 28, 2003) - 8:16 p.m.

In which our plucky young zero makes these funny leaking noises when he's thinking.

I probably ought to apologize for the previous post. I don't regret it — I gave you fair warning, I was going to write about whatever came to my mind — but I regret the large number of my readers who were probably bored to tears by it. I can only think of one reader of this diary that I know is interested in Aberrant, and I don't think that entry told him anything he didn't already know. (I have one other correspondent who's into the game, namely Tuxedo Mapleleaf.) If I'd known about this, I would have blogged it, believe me. I may just have to get into d20 now, just to play a 5th level stalwart.)

I also apologize for double-posting my Talk Like a Pirate Day post. (No, no link — for some people, it's probably bad enough I mentioned its existence. If you're one of the warped few who join me in actually caring, you can find it in the archives.) I remember trying to post it twice, due to lag; obviously, they both took. I have now removed the extra copy, and I'm sure God thanks me.

But be warned; anything can happen. I may talk about games I like, books I've read, movies or TV I've seen, politics or even my life.

The Japanese have a word for it: zuihitsu. It means something like "follow the pen" or "following the brush" or even "automatic writing". It basically means just writing up whatever comes to your mind. In my case, that can be disjointed, because, like Miles as described in the quote I got my title from, I forget to unpack because so many of the stops my train of thought makes between A and B are at Underground stations. For this, I can but apologize again.

Apologize, and suggest you get used to it, because I'm afraid it's going to be like this for at least the near term.

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