The Eagle has landed

Despite wearing a t-shirt with a girl holding a gun, I managed to convince TSA to let me on the plane, and Dawn's mom did not ambush me in St. Louis for besmirching the honor of her daughter.
Which means that I am back in Michigan, getting ready for work. And tonight is a belly dance class in Flint.

PS: Dear TSA. If you must go through my personal toiletries and think that my moisturizing lotion may be an unauthorized substance or perhaps contains explosives hidden within, could you please give it a courtesy wipe when you're done?

After the War

Good lord. While helping another historian do some gaming research, I found myself submerged in <http://torchwood-1920.livejournal.com/profile>the Torchwood Game. And holy fucking god, I had forgotten just how damned good that game had turned out. It was my first attempt at running a game like a television show--each session an episode, with a beginning middle and end, rather than the meandering PC-reactive formula I usually use; character-centric episodes; thirteen episodes with an arc and a season finale; guest stars and two-parters--so there was a lot of nail biting about that. Props were made. Pre- and post-episode teasers, summaries, and DVD bonuses were written. PC-PoV summaries were done, with some amazingly chewy insights and other information that didn't show up 'on screen'. As much as I moaned about the shortcomings each week, that was a fucking amazing arc. And I would like to personally thank each person who made it possible.