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Jun. 5th, 2005 11:45 amWelcome to the Mundane Report.
Friday was work, then D&D. I helped to kill some things, but they really deserved killing. Bugbears they were, and they started it. Lightning bolts fixed their little red wagon (with help from the cuisinart barbarian and the sorcerer's fireballs, admittedly). I even sent my buddy Dalton the lynx into the fray, and he got in a death blow- everyone else does a lot of hurt to a big baddy, he swoops in and does 3 points of damage, and kills the baddy. You don't get extra credit for that or anything, but it's still amusing.
Saturday was more work. No, I usually don't work Saturdays and was able to milk it for all kinds of sympathy. But there was a training by an arrogant, somewhat aggressive social worker who seemed intent on emphasizing that once you're abused early in life, it fucks you up forever and there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it. Oh, and psychotherapy is stupid. It reminded me of the puzzling and pointless enmity between social workers and psychologists/counselors. I remember trying to get into UT's social work program after getting my Bachelor's in psych and not getting in- and hearing later "oh yeah, social work majors hate psychology majors." I doubt that was the reason I didn't get in, but the possibility that it was a factor always irked me.
Needless to say, it was not the best training I've ever been to, but I get 6 hours of credit for it so what the hell. I did learn something- everyone talks about 'fight or flight' as the choices an adrenaline spike gives you, but there is another one, 'freeze'. Apparently young children and animals, especially prey animals, will do that. If the trauma's bad enough, they basically check out- leave their body and go elsewhere, which you can't do if you're running or fighting. I can't think of any immediately useful application for this information, but it's interesting nevertheless.
Then, more D&D. Hub's campaign, wherein we killed a bunch of eyeless dwarf miners. They started it too, but they seemed to be controlled by something else, so it didn't seem as morally clear. Dwarves are usually good guys, after all. That puzzle remains to be solved. But a good time was had.
Now, lazy Sunday morning web browsing has ensued and hub has taken residence in the float tank. No big plans for today except to visit Brö and Tom when they show evidence of awakening. I have a bit of a sore throat and think I'm definitely fighting a low-level cold of some kind, but I have some time to get some rest between now and work and no plans. Except the plan to take advantage of having no plans by not making any plans. Okay, time to go lie down or something.
Friday was work, then D&D. I helped to kill some things, but they really deserved killing. Bugbears they were, and they started it. Lightning bolts fixed their little red wagon (with help from the cuisinart barbarian and the sorcerer's fireballs, admittedly). I even sent my buddy Dalton the lynx into the fray, and he got in a death blow- everyone else does a lot of hurt to a big baddy, he swoops in and does 3 points of damage, and kills the baddy. You don't get extra credit for that or anything, but it's still amusing.
Saturday was more work. No, I usually don't work Saturdays and was able to milk it for all kinds of sympathy. But there was a training by an arrogant, somewhat aggressive social worker who seemed intent on emphasizing that once you're abused early in life, it fucks you up forever and there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it. Oh, and psychotherapy is stupid. It reminded me of the puzzling and pointless enmity between social workers and psychologists/counselors. I remember trying to get into UT's social work program after getting my Bachelor's in psych and not getting in- and hearing later "oh yeah, social work majors hate psychology majors." I doubt that was the reason I didn't get in, but the possibility that it was a factor always irked me.
Needless to say, it was not the best training I've ever been to, but I get 6 hours of credit for it so what the hell. I did learn something- everyone talks about 'fight or flight' as the choices an adrenaline spike gives you, but there is another one, 'freeze'. Apparently young children and animals, especially prey animals, will do that. If the trauma's bad enough, they basically check out- leave their body and go elsewhere, which you can't do if you're running or fighting. I can't think of any immediately useful application for this information, but it's interesting nevertheless.
Then, more D&D. Hub's campaign, wherein we killed a bunch of eyeless dwarf miners. They started it too, but they seemed to be controlled by something else, so it didn't seem as morally clear. Dwarves are usually good guys, after all. That puzzle remains to be solved. But a good time was had.
Now, lazy Sunday morning web browsing has ensued and hub has taken residence in the float tank. No big plans for today except to visit Brö and Tom when they show evidence of awakening. I have a bit of a sore throat and think I'm definitely fighting a low-level cold of some kind, but I have some time to get some rest between now and work and no plans. Except the plan to take advantage of having no plans by not making any plans. Okay, time to go lie down or something.
