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I feel really damn happy.

I have been since I got to the masquerade last night. Dancing to the point of fatique was nice. Today I took my bicycle out today after rearranging my room. Then I came back and cleaned the rat cage. And then Erin phoned! Yay!

I've decided that I was working on a tabletop RPG as a thin substitute for a larp, so I'm going back to the Cyberpunk Noir larp. Apologies to those of you who were up for the former. The hitch now is finding people to work on it with me.

Now to teach myself wiki.

The Business Suit Must Die!

I was skimming through screencaps from Sci-Fi series, and it occurs to me that costumers have some sort of office work fetish. People in Enterprise (130 years in the future), Battlestar Galactica (??? years in the ???) and Doctor Who (400,000 years hence) are wearing bloody business suits with ties. Babylon Five and Firefly at least realized that, if the suit survives, it'll look different, strange to our eyes. I will take this to heart. Should I be called upon to I direct a TV show set in the future, no one will be wearing pants. Perhaps they cause cancer or something. I think the only twentieth-century garment to survive will be the necktie, or failing that, the leg warmer.