Saturday 2 February 2002

Pic of the day: Morning. Time for some judicious application of deo. (And fanservice, as it is called in certain online communities when they show the heroes in varying states of undress.)

(My foreign readers may not be aware that in Scandinavia, it is common to use "stick" deodorants, or occasionally roll-on, instead of spray. This probably comes from the habit of each person having their own deodorant. We're pretty well off, by international standards. I understand that in southern Europe spray is the rule. Not sure about the USA or even England.)

Another wasted day! Yay!

Wheee! Today is 02/02/02. There won't be a day like this again for a long long time. Especially since this is the palindrome year 2002. The next palindrome year will be 3003. By then people won't even speak English, even if our civilization continues. So this is certainly unique.

Actually every day is unique. Days don't know the names we put on them. They take their content from what happens to them. For millions of Americans (and then some) September 11. 2001 was a day of horror and sadness. But for one of them, it was a very happy day, because she found out that the boy she was in love with, was also in love with her. It is not likely that she will write the history books, but there you have it. Days are really unpredictable. (And so are humans, particularly in matters of the heart.)

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Nothing that drastic happened today. Actually nothing happened today at all here in the Chaos Node. I went and bought myself food for the weekend. I made dinner. I thought of various great topics for today's journal. Then I played Dark Age of Camelot all day.

Oh yes, I have been rereading my beginning Lightwielder story. I have a feeling that I approach these things in the wrong way. Too rigid. I start writing a novel, from the beginning. That is just so wrong. For instance today I got a "revelation" about one of the minor characters, Arovid the Ancient. But that story does not fit in this early in the book. It is not even obvious that it should be in the book at all. Perhaps it should just be background that I know while writing it. But the way I write does not accomodate this easily.

The character told me how he had originally, when he was young, been in doubt. He had to choose between the Light and the girl he loved. He had chosen the Light, and not let go of it ever since. All the time he stretched himself a little more, let the Light consume more of his humanity. Now the girl has been dead from old age for two hundred years, and he is still holding on, still drowning himself in the sweet pain of Light-burn. Visitors come from afar to look at the "house without shadow" - they stand in crowds outside at night looking at the light blazing like day from all windows. They say the whole house was built by the power of Light alone. They say that if a sick person even enters the house he will be cured, whatever ails him. But few do. Alone in the blazing Light, he is still running away.

I dare say it is not particularly autobiographical, just in case you wondered. ^_^

That's one of the things I like about writing, I meet quite a few interesting people. After I create them, that is. I'm not sure that's the way it is with God ... he may be too omniscient for that. I'm not sure.

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Of course, there are some interesting people that I haven't made also. Usually however they don't tell me their history. Well, unless they just happen to have an online journal ... Speaking of which, one of my old recommendations is back under a new name. Don't ask me why some people do this change of journal name thing - probably because they can't change their name in roleplaying games the way I do. Or perhaps not. Read Dear Abby Normal and find out, perhaps. There are pictures too. Cute. And unlike me, she can actually write short entries when she tries. ^_^*