July 20, 2005

• I’m chaotic good.  What’s your alignment?

  The man who taught me about alignments never mentioned D&D. 
  Since I’d never played the game or been around gamers, some time
  elapsed before I found out that the alignment system apparently
  originated there.  As I learned it from my half-Romany friend, it was a divinatory method
  (using dowsing rods or a pendulum with a diagram) to determine a
  person’s basic habitual pattern of action and reaction. 
  Regardless of where and how the system originated, I’ve found it to
  encompass every nuance of human personality (even if somewhat
  oversimplified), and the divinatory use of it has never misled me.

  Comments to my previous blog, from pyramidtermite, blissed0and0gone, and my Old Fart, reminded me that my alignment
  is chaotic good.  I won’t take the time here to go into the
  permutations of the good-neutral-evil / lawful-neutral-chaotic
  alignment system to enlighten the uninformed.  That’s why I put
  that link in the first sentence of this paragraph

   Being chaotic
  good means that I respect the lives, feelings, and rights of others but
  don’t
  follow the official rules of law.  I tend to follow my
  conscience.   I also tend to appreciate chaos.  I
  consider it to be beneficial for a Virgo to immerse herself in chaos
  and endeavor to organize it — good exercise.  Hail Eris!

  On the aforementioned topic of divination, my business license
  application is in the mail and I will soon be back in business at KaiOaty.

  Now, the pics of the day:

  I think I mentioned in one of my updates from a library computer that
  we were bringing home one of the two “orange” (ginger) kittens born to
  Greyfox’s adopted stray cat Frankie.  (BTW, Frankie currently has
  a brand new litter of six assorted colors under the Old Fart’s
  bed.)  Greyfox had named our kitten Ginger and her brother
  Peachy.  “Ginger” just didn’t suit her (and I kept forgetting her
  name) so Doug and I renamed her.  We went through every orange
  thing we could think of and almost settled on Kumquat but couldn’t
  quite allow ourselves to saddle the innocent critter with that. 
  Eventually, we started calling her Muchos Nombres, and then settled on
  Nemo, Latin for “nameless”.

  We had earlier taken home the only female kitten from Greyfox’s first
  adopted stray, Silky.  To refresh your memory, here’s that kitten
  Hilary (named for the mountaineer) with our dog Koji:

  

  Hilary has grown some since then.  She’s pregnant now — surprised
  us during our discussions of the best time to get her spayed. 
  Perhaps subconsciously we just like kittens, eh?

  

  Doug caught the two kittens napping together in the chair that was
  Greyfox’s before he moved out.  This was taken about a month and a
  half ago.  Both cats have grown some since then.

  

  A few days after that, I captured Nemo in the same chair, this time with grumpy old Granny Mousebreath.

  Later, all.  The PS2 awaits… yeah, I revived that old addiction
  while the computer was down.  So, sue me.  I do so love my
  little demon horde!
  

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