I'll confess, when I am on a trip I look outside the window and imagine the criss-crossed with the scars left by the arms of mobile suits (in the style of Gundam, etc). Like birds of prey, one is upon the other, silhouetted against the sky.

You may not believe it, but this is the first time I have tried to define myself.

To quote a better man, I am useful only through 9 to 2. The rest of the day is is left over and given to nothing productive. I am a gentleman of idleness, enemy of stoicism and the protestant work ethic of capitalism.

By day, I am happily unemployed (not by my consent but I make the best of my circumstances), and by night, I indulge in literature and elfgames and anime and sometimes playing videogames. I hope to share some that I like soon.

Of those before the most personally meaningful is elfgaming. This is the art and science of gathering a number of friends, allies and enemies, and making them believe and act as if the things I tell them are real. This is at times grounded with laws and includes an element of random chance, though the part I like the most is the theatrical side of it. In my view, good roleplaying is 50% good prose, and 50% merry theatrics. I could write more on this subject. That's tabletop roleplaying games, in case I was too confusing!

My greatest flaw is indolence and passivity. I cannot tell you how much it cost me to get off my ass (mentally; I am still sitting on my metaphorical bench, as I was before) and start trying to get this working. I'm a complete novice in these things. I have seen the instict and drive in other people to construct, to express, and to be; I lack it entirely. So, I'll consider this an exercise in imitating those I admire.