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[PUBLIC] Tinker, Traveler, Hacker, Spy - The Cover Story
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Wed, Mar. 7th, 2007 11:53 pm
[PUBLIC] Tinker, Traveler, Hacker, Spy

Another Intercon has come and gone this past weekend, and several new people have been added to my orbit at varying altitudes. I once again have found myself in the position to explain what the hell I'm doing on this planet, and what business I have doing it. The purpose of my life has always been slightly vague for me. I've always assumed I existed to advance the cause of humanity, although perhaps in some roundabout way. Depending on the time and mood, I've thought myself to be a cog in the machine, the savior of mankind 30 years from now, the arch-villain in somebody else's life story, and all manner of other things.

While reflecting, however, I realized that everything I am and everything I do these days is not toward some nebulous victory over entropy, but is directly derived from those around me. As those around me are well-represented by this readership, let me ask: What am I to you?

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Current Location: Worcester, MA
Current Mood: pensive reflective


Thu, Mar. 8th, 2007 08:11 am (UTC)

Accessing Mike/XIV internal registry, verbosity = middling, tact = low.

John Brewer:
Fantastic creator of stories and characters that I miss interacting with.
Head of one of the few Wedge cults of personality that I consider more powerful than mine.
Guy who seems to like me.
Giant monkey wrench in my love life. (but at least he's hilarious more often than not)
Excellent game opponent (10% Timmy, 40% Jonny, 50% Spike)
Quite possibly an elaborate social facade a la XIV, if so, Brewer has far fewer cracks than XIV and the real person beneath is a total mystery.

Thu, Mar. 8th, 2007 02:42 pm (UTC)

About a year ago, you were the embodiment of everything I feared in college. Living proof that I was too dumb, too slow, too naive to earn a right to be a member of a respectable university. Every action on your part I took as a challenge I had no hope of rising to meet.

Now? First let's consider wedge drama. I can step back from the situation and see how the different lines effect each other, like interpreting a battle from the entire map. But I don't know how to change it, to effect it. You seem to be able to in a very subtle manner belied by you occassional boistrous dancing and noises.

For some reason, you are still a representation in my mind of what I would like to do and cannot, but it's less frightening now than it used to be. I guess seeing your digital avatar get beaten to a pulp over and over again does that.

That gorgeous vixen
Thu, Mar. 8th, 2007 05:23 pm (UTC)

To pare down a considerable essay...

You're a challenge.

Other people might call you a role model. Steady job that you like and are good at? Check. Weekends devoted to gaming, hanging out, and oh by the way performing successful search and destroy missions on any local unhappiness? Check. Well-earned trust and liking of most of the Wedge community? Check. You're that guy I would want to be, if I wanted to be a guy. If I could be half the storyteller, the tactician, the shoulder-to-cry-on, or the self-reliant figure that you are, I'd figure I was doing pretty well for myself.

Every time I think I couldn't actually support or improve my particular corner of the world in any meaningful way, I see you and think, "Why not? He does."

*cough* Then, to come off the fangirl material for a bit, you're a pleasant companion and a good friend. I don't know if that earns you any victory points in the Game O' Life, but it counts for a lot in my book.

Thu, Mar. 8th, 2007 05:34 pm (UTC)

Clever social thinker, tricksy though.

Keen tactical and strategic mind.

The man with his finger in dyke of wedge drama leaving my hands free to do something else.

Living proof of the statement "It's better to be lucky than good." When you karmic debt pays out I either want to be on your side or as far removed as possible.

Fun and gracious opponent, even in defeat.

Hell of a good friend.

Adam Augusta
Thu, Mar. 8th, 2007 06:22 pm (UTC)

Ah, drama.

In college, you were the person who helped me find my voice. While I was trying to figure things out, you were there for me. I owe you.

Sometimes to help someone, you need to get under the hood. That's what happens to people who get committed to hospitals, their fundamental autonomy is taken away in exchange for reparations. Some convicted felons are given the choice of being brainwashed instead of being locked up -- same thing (with respect to the distinction being drawn).

I was in your garage for a long time. For a while I needed to be. In the end, I didn't want you or anyone else under the hood anymore, but I didn't know how to express that. In lay terms, you might say I felt loved but unrespected. I think my personal and public image suffered for it. In the end, I just got more distant.

On the pain of diminishing any impressions of gravitas and machismo, let me just say I love you a great deal. I hope we get to see more of each other, although I've made some choices that makes that difficult (though not impossible).

Hey, when you ask a question like that, you gotta expect some drama. Only the most vapid of human relationships can be bulleted in resume format.

Kate Nineteen
Thu, Mar. 8th, 2007 06:35 pm (UTC)

A friend
A surprise
A frustrating missed chance for communication
Still a mystery at times
An ally
An excellent hug source
Just John, because I can't put all of what you are and have been to me in words.

E. Z.
Thu, Mar. 8th, 2007 08:02 pm (UTC)

I know you just well enough to know that I don't really know anything. Good job keeping the mystery alive!

Fri, Mar. 9th, 2007 12:05 am (UTC)

What are you to me? In a word, confusion.

In more words than that:
You are my confidant, my protector (in a manner of speaking) , and most importantly my friend.

You listen to my problems and make me talk about them, especially when I don't think that I have any. You try to make sure I am doing what is best for me and what I want, even though I fight you on it.

You make me think about why I'm doing what I'm doing. I spend a few days after seeing you contemplating my life from a slightly different position. While normally a good thing, this round has I made me more confused than ever and am lacking in direction to proceed. Well, I know I'm facing west. Hi pretty mountains.

You make me smile, laugh, and, of course, blush. I become a generally happier person when you are around.

Even with all of that being said, I still on occasion find you intimidating as I met you while you were holding court in the Octagon. I for one do not want to go up against the Octagon.

End notes:

Super importantly, you are a source of warmth. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Fri, Mar. 9th, 2007 01:51 am (UTC)

A curiously reliable rock.

Sun, Mar. 11th, 2007 01:40 pm (UTC)

You are the friend I don't get to see as often as I'd like. But yet every time we get together it's as though no time has passed. I consider you a lifelong friend. A rock and a soft place at the same time. You are simply a staple in my life. You're not always there, but yet I can't imagine my life without you in it.

A. Nakama
Mon, Mar. 19th, 2007 10:26 pm (UTC)
Probably not what you're looking for, but I felt like saying it anyways

You're very much my opposite in many ways, most prominent being that of worldview. On the other hand, we share a lot of similar and pretty unique activities like running games, which makes our different mindsets all the more intriguing. I feel an odd kind of distant comradeship with you further solidified by the fact that you're pretty clearly as thoughtful and interested in the heart of things as I am.

To use an astronomical metaphor, it's like we share an orbit, but exist at disparate ends of the solar system.

I feel like if we ever had the time and the reason to work together on a game without getting frustrated with each other, we could run a pretty kick-ass series of sessions, because our strengths and interests are really quite complementary.