Chaos

I discovered today there are a couple of guys in our IT department who play Dungeons & Dragons, and have spent this afternoon trying to convince me to join them. Not really my kind of thing but their passion was definitely enjoyable.

They were trying to decide what alignment I would be. I looked at them very blankly because quite frankly, I didn’t have a clue. Possibly they were speaking Klingon…

But no, it seems your character’s alignment is central to a D&D character’s personality. D&D uses two measures to determine a specific character’s ethical and moral attitudes and behaviour.

The moral axis has three positions: good, neutral and evil. Good characters generally care about the welfare of others. Neutral people generally care about their own welfare. Evil people generally seek to harm the others’ welfare.

The ethical axis has three positions as well: lawful, neutral, and chaotic. Lawful people generally follow the social rules as they understand them. Neutral people follow those rules find convenient or obviously necessary. And chaotic people seek to upset the social order and either institute change, or simply create anarchy.

For some reason I actually agreed to take this… personality test type thing that would tell them about my character’s view of right and wrong.
And the survey said:
Chaotic Good

A chaotic good character acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. He makes his own way, but he’s kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations. He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society. Chaotic good is the best alignment you can be because it combines a good heart with a free spirit.

Sounds pretty accurate, actually. Although you still won’t find me playing Dungeons & Dragons! 😉

Five things in my handbag

An interesting meme I’ve seen on blogs over the last couple of days – Jade Rachel‘s included, so I’m joining in ad posting about the 5 Things in My Purse at All Times

Wet wipes/hand sanitiser One of the perils of travelling by public transport, you never know when you’re going to touch something unpleasant.

Pocket rocket vibrator Oh, don’t look at me like that. Sometimes a woman gets frustrated during the course of her day and needs to get herself off in the bathroom!

Spare pair of glasses I’m as blind as a bat without my glasses, and I don’t get on with wearing contact lenses all day. Spare glasses are essential as a ‘just in case’

Hair accessories Ive always got a couple of hair grips and a band or two with me. London can get very humid at times and avoiding bad hair day frizz is always handy

Tablet computer For working on the go

That’s not to say those are the only things in my purse, but those are definitely among my essentials.

Pace Oddity

Sometimes it’s amazing how fast time goes by. It’s like life has started rushing by like it’s trying to break a land-speed record and I’m scared it’s going to pass me by and I’m going to miss it.

How is it possible that we’re coming up to Jade Rachel & I’s first wedding anniversary? I still remember the first moment I saw her and that was six years ago now. SIX YEARS.
Note to self: what are you going to do to celebrate this?

How is it possible that Regan is 18 this year. 18, driving, (hopefully) leaving home and going to university. And Caden Bryce is 5. I was there when he was born, this tiny little wrinkled baby and he’s now this exuberant 5 year old who loves cars and monkeys and lego and counting.

I feel like I blinked and half a decade has gone by. I remember how long the six-week school holidays felt as a child, stretching out into this foreverness of freedom. And now it’s almost March – weren’t we just celebrating Christmas?

Can we please slow time down a little so I don’t miss anything?

Don’t Tell Anyone…

I am terrible at keeping secrets. It’s probably my worst habit. I’ve always been like it, and assumed, when I was younger, that it’s something I’d learn to do as I got older. I’m now in my 40s and now, I still cannot keep a secret.

It’s probably related to how much I talk. I’m really good at talking! Brody says it’s my best talent and that I was born kissing the Blarney Stone. Cheeky fucker!
When we were younger, I would tell him everything – and he, me. I think it just grew from there, that I have some biological imperative to share wi
th everything with the people I’m closest to.

Despite talking a lot, I am really really bad at lying. And keeping a straight face is pretty much impossible. Blushing gives me away so easily, and fidgeting with whatever is near to me. Sometimes that Freud was scarily right.

“No mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his finger-tips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore”

‘Dont tell anyone’ are the most horrifying words anyone can say to me. If Jade Rachel is planning a surprise for the kids, she can’t tell me because I get so excited about it I want to just blurt it out. I am getting better at thinking before I speak but really, I’m no good at keeping my lips sealed.

My life is very much an open book to my loved ones. They know pretty much everything about me. I have nothing to hide. And you know what? I like to think that being truthful, open and honest are very positive personality traits to have – my friends certainly think so and really, that’s all I need.