memnus: Dragon with pigtails and glasses, saying "No sense... in a way that blows your mind?" (That makes no sense! (O&M))

There's nothing quite like sports to get a bunch of self-identified nerds to start competing about who can be the most ignorant.

  • If you value knowledge (doubly so for obscure or trivial knowledge) it seems ridiculously petty to start arbitrarily deciding some knowledge is Good and some knowledge is Bad.
  • Really, people: football, basketball, and hockey are no more similar than Halo, Warcraft, and Civ.
  • I don't see how it's possible to stay in touch with local current events (that will affect your life much more directly than national ones) without hearing about the two or three local favorite teams. Failure to at least recognize those shows that you're either out of touch entirely, or willfully ignorant (see first point).
It seems like people forget that little knowledge of the overculture goes a long way towards successfully navigating it.

(Not prompted by anything in particular, just a thing I've been noticing...)


memnus: Pink cat face jumping out of a toaster, animated (Toast! Animated! (S*P))

I haven't often done this. But it's a legitimate idea: air one's intentions, so the expectations become someone else's and more important to live up to. None of these is particularly life-changing, but I think that's a sign I'm close to an ideal life already.

  • Be active. Bike from work at least three times a week; once there's an actual shower in the office, bike to work as well. If the weekends aren't too rainy, bike then too. At least occasionally, pick up something heavy and put it down again.
  • Archery. Did you notice that's among the first things everyone asks if you're still doing? Yeah. Make the answer 'yes'. Get up to Montlake Terrace at least every other week. Figure out an actual way to set up a target in the backyard and use that too. And enter at least one FITA or similar tournament this summer.
  • Play more games. Take at least an hour a week to use that computer taking up space upstairs, and catch up on all the stories that are being told.
  • Be out. Don't go out of the way to protect others' comfort zones. "It's complicated" is a cop-out, all relationships are complicated, and hiding the unconventional ones does no one any favors.
  • Be political. Don't let cynicism turn to despair, and call out bullshit. And done be afraid to release attachment to your own bullshit - pay at least as much attention to your own failings as others'.
  • Make time for chosen family. You've lucked into an arrangement that you could only have dreamed of, so build on that and make it keep working. it will take work, but it will be worth it.
  • And of course, blog more.

Is that too much to ask?



Feb. 1st, 2011 11:32 am
memnus: Green-eyed person hiding under covers (Hiding in bed (QoW))
It turned into the kind of weekend where I dread every email.

My grandmother had either a stroke or a seizure on Friday. My uncles are with her, but the last word was that, besides breathing, she wasn't doing much. Hospice nurses give her "several days to two weeks".

For context, in the last distinct memory I have of her I couldn't have been more than seven. We were visiting her in the assisted-living home she'd recently moved to. It was breakfast, and I poured an unlabeled pitcher of vinegar over my pancakes thinking it was syrup. Sometime when I was in high school, she stopped coming to family Thanksgiving; she barely recognized her own children, let alone the other 70 of us. A few years back she stopped going to church; when the response to a cousin's gift of chocolates was "No thanks, I don't like that stuff," my mother made her peace.

This isn't a particular surprise, or even a terrible tragedy. My grandmother was nearly 90, and stayed happy even as the woman we knew faded. I don't feel that something inevitable can be much of a tragedy, and singularity futurists notwithstanding, no life is infinite. She's comfortable and in good hands; there's nothing more that's fair of me to ask.

So for now, I wait, and will probably have to fly out east sometime in the next few weeks. That waiting, being "on-call", is the worst part, and couldn't have come at a worse time. Work is more or less in the tick of tradeshow season, and I have tickets for a trip to San Diego for the final crunch week before MWC. My bosses are understanding and accommodating, and I can leave my stuff in a state that others can keep going with it, but this is still one of the only times of year when my team has non-negotiable deadlines.

When I knew her, I was not old enough to grok why I should say it, and I can't say it sincerely enough now.

Grandma Martha: Thank you.

memnus: Me with my bow at full draw, with quote "Just Dynamic Tension" (Dynamic Tension)
I seem to get a little stir-crazy doing the same stuff for forty hours each week after week after week. It's fun stuff, absolutely, don't get me wrong. I'm thoroughly enjoying Android wrangling, but apparently I need more. I want real physical activity, I want consistent sunlight and fresh air. This will become much, much more of a problem in a couple months, when I start getting home after dark, and even worse a couple months after that when I'm leaving the office after dark.

I would love to be doing that part-time. Two or three days a week, or that many hours worth, I would do Android integration, porting, makefile ninjaing, and all that stuff. With support from that, I want to get my archery chops back up. Get back to shooting a thousand arrows a week, climb in the name of training, go to the gym for reals, tune myself back up. Convince my employer that it's good publicity to give me classy logowear and pay my travel expenses to tournaments. Oh, and keep my health insurance going at least until I can sign on to the public plan. If it helps, I'd be willing to be featured in a marketing campaign around the deal ... I'm not sure what it takes to be an Official Sponsor Of USA Archery but it sure sounds good.

I would also get back into the archery teaching, because I like teaching fun things and it's a great way to get free range time. It's funny, I have found no age of child - everywhere from eight years old all the way through puberty and high school, even in mixed groups - that does not pay attention to you when you have an easy supply of weapons and demonstrable skills with them. And are happily showing them how to use said weapons.

I don't know how possible any of this is ... implementation details are still fuzzy at best. I'd probably have to shave my beard, or at the very very least trim it even further than mere polite-company levels. Hair in bowstring = PAIN.



Jun. 2nd, 2009 10:05 pm
memnus: Zombie on fire, screenshot from Half-Life 2 (I HAZ A FEVR)
  • ACG today released an updated version of Neocore to the Android market. It is fully certified to run correctly under Cupcake (or rather, I've certified it so) and is otherwise no different from the previous version. I'm sure you care.
  • The chain on my necklace broke yet again, this time in a way I can't just push it back together. Until I find a new chain, I'm going with braided cotton string for a while.
  • With a couple exceptions, I pretty much want to skip over June and make it July. On second thought, no, weekends in June will still be awesome. It's the weekdays I wouldn't mind skipping. Course, that could go for most months.
  • I finally quit my online D&D game. I'd been playing with that group, as people came and went, for almost ten years.
  • I may actually be digging up the motivation to start getting in shape; the problem is then digging up the time. Some of my coworkers are doing midafternoon gym trips, which might actually work.
  • Relatedly, though, it's surprising how much getting home an hour later in the evenings affects my mood (for the worse).
  • I have some thoughts brewing about livejournal, twitter, facebook, coworkers (/managers), and openness. I'm not sure how they're organized yet.
  • Every now and then the universe reminds me just how thankful I should be for what I've been given. It's ... discomforting.
  • I have two dreamwidth invites if anyone wants them. Claimed!
  • If I were still editing FunWiki, I would add "$(IntentionalCommunity) completion run" to BadIdea. But there's also plenty of completion runs there already.

memnus: Dave Davenport and Lovelace with quotes from Alice In Wonderland (We're All Mad Here (Narbonic))
Oh spirits, you are welcome here
Of comfort, friendship, joy, and warmth
Of kindness, mirth, and happy times,
Come in.

Take shelter in our humble walls,
Keep company with those within.
To you, we open now our hearts,
Come in.

There's more stewing in my brain around this, though it's not wanting to put itself to words. I remember that writing didn't used to be this agonizing. Yet all I seem to have recently is Twitter-level blather.

(Speaking of, do people hate/mind/ignore/appreciate/crave my loudtwitter spamming?)

memnus: Person with robe, staff, and satchel (Spingear "Fleck" Spindlefingers)
Cut to protect the innocent )



Aug. 30th, 2008 12:19 am
memnus: Dave Davenport and Lovelace with quotes from Alice In Wonderland (We're All Mad Here (Narbonic))
My phone decided to give me a scare today. I spend 22 hours out of each day in low service zones (zero or one bar), and if I leave it in the house overnight without plugging in it'll shut off, but normally when it does it'll at least wake up again long enough to tell me its battery was dead. Not this time, though -- it shut off while I was at work (weirdness number one) and didn't respond at all when asked (weirdness number two). It's now plugged in and thinks it's charged. We'll see.

It did get me thinking about finally getting an actual phone plan, though. I've been playing a lot with Android, and it's gotten me warm to the idea of having a smartphone Mobile Computing Platform. That would have me waiting at least another six weeks, or more if I want to go with a company I can get a discounted plan through. How much more is not entirely clear.

Ok, on to the actual point of this post. Frances and I have decided to go to the zoo on Sunday. If anyone's interested in joining us, you'd be more than welcome. There could be dinner and stuff too, whatever, it's a long weekend right?

Oh man it's after midnight.

memnus: Dave Davenport and Lovelace with quotes from Alice In Wonderland (We're All Mad Here (Narbonic))
There's something about the sky after an evening snowstorm. The clouds linger low, lit from below by city lights and above by a full moon, and somehow it's nothing like the nights I got so used to in Claremont. Maybe it's the cleanness of the air and ground, before the snow has had a chance to get dirty and everything is still white. Maybe it's the mountains so close, rising up against the clouds. Maybe I just feel different this year. Whatever it is, it's about damn time we got some snow.

In honor of my perpetual boredom and neglect of aerobic exercise, I walked down to GameStop to look for a dance pad. Computer gamers take note: a "universal" connector includes Playstation, X-Box, and Wii. Note a distinct lack of USB qua USB - although an X-Box plug is the same pins in different plastic, and Nintendo may well be, no appropriate converter is included in GameStop's store brand pad. Even worse, the store in question doesn't carry anything from Ignition.

They did, however, have Wiis in stock.

No, I didn't get one. I was prepared to spend a certain amount for the reasons listed, but not six times that much. If I get a job next semester, I'll revisit that decision. There's a couple possibilities on the table, two jobs that have about as little to do with each other as penguins and pandas. Disappointingly, they're utterly incompatible.

memnus: Stepmania "hold" arrows and the phrase "HOLD ME". (Hold me.)
OMG I want one. (Link via BBC News.) A thirty-story greenhouse in the middle of a city. And they want to make this commercially viable - they claim that by becoming New York City's premium local lettuce supplier, a single farm could turn a $10 million annual profit. And they look cool. Now, if only I could find that $80 million I'd set aside for risky investments...

Also via BBC News, the Vatican has now declared road rage a sin.

Meanwhile, as I was in the apartment office today turning in my NOTICE OF INTENT TO VACATE, there were two old ladies also there complaining to the manager about the repainting project the complex has embarked upon. However, these two were not residents of my humble little Equal Housing Opportunity complex. No, they seemed to live in the high-rise condo building just down the hill, and apparently had some very strong opinions about the "impact" of such a drastic change. Now, feel as I may about the new paint - it's a rather ugly yellow/marigold/orange - I'm firmly of the opinion that, especially in cities, you have no right to complain when your view changes. Cities are living, growing organisms, and if you want them to be static you're defeating the purpose. I noticed it first in Colorado, when some people on the east side of Denver managed to block some construction (downtown, of course, where there are already buildings of similar height) because it would have changed their view of the mountains. Not blocked, as I recall... changed.

And now, back to looking for ways to stay entertained for a few hours. Do they really need to keep the hallway colder than the server room?

memnus: Stepmania "hold" arrows and the phrase "HOLD ME". (Hold me.)
That bizarre nervous energy is back. This time, though, I feel like I could actually use it, actually channel it into work, or into reading the n things I have to read, but none of my books have arrived yet and my professors are being slow about posting actual assignments. I can only program so much (which is actually kinda a lot, but I got in the zone on Friday and Saturday and hammered a bunch of it out) before the actual specs for the assignment are posted along with the promised architecture hints/strong suggestions.

An interesting side effect of this energy is that my writing, though perhaps not gaining any more content, becomes more flowery and I get less fastidious about removing things that may sound melodramatic, sappy, or otherwise better suited to pretentious 'zines or high-school diaries than the moderated output of a supposed adult. I've been growing increasingly unfond of words, especially for the purpose of expressing feelings - as I've grown more conscious of the connotations and implications of various turns of phrase, I realize that damn near anything I write could be more easily misconstrued and misinterpreted to say something I don't really mean. That includes this very paragraph, and this entire entry.

I went skiing, this morning, with boots that actually fit this time. The snow was better, and since I remembered to check the bindings the night before I managed to get to the slopes by 10 or so this time. (Okay, so I had to turn around twice, once for my pass, once for sunscreen.) I found a few extremely hot and near-empty cruisers - I could ski those all day, except it was cold and they were serviced by a long, slow lift - and pussyfooted my way down a couple steeps that were still a bit rocky. I turned in for lunch, then looking at the bright red stripe across my nose and cheeks, decided my sunscreen must be broken and headed home.

When I got back here my face was normal-colored again, not sunburnt after all. I feel like a pansy for skiing a grand total of under three hours before quitting, but that might be the part of me speaking that always had to drive two hours to the slopes and had a father that was utterly determined to make the most of each day. It's easier to justify to myself here, so long as I remember to take half-days whenever I get the chance. I suspect this actually has something to do with the energy, and if I can keep it up (perhaps replace it with climbing or something once it gets warmer, though that's harder to get out and do alone) through the semester I might do well for myself.


Some things

Dec. 9th, 2006 09:41 pm
memnus: A stylized galaxy image, with the quote "Eternity lies ahead of us - and behind. Have you drunk your fill?" (Default)
I don't get it.

I'm not content, right now. It's not even the discontent that I've been fighting since June; I know what that is, from whence it comes, and that there's not a damn thing I can do about it. No, this is something very different. Somewhere within me there's a stash of unfamiliar restless energy that's sick of sitting ignored, and now begging for attention. Unfortunately its cries are not particularly coherent, and I haven't the faintest clue what I'm actually supposed to do with it.

I finished my graphics final, this afternoon. It's not perfect - it's distressingly unstable when dealing with foreign bodies, and lacking the two fancy interface options I'd considered - but it's still pretty. Once I go home, I headed out looking for ski clothes.

For those not from around here, the LDS church gets very into the Christmas decorating thing... and they're good at it, too. Apart from the several different Nativity scenes in the styles of cultural scenes, Temple Square is actually quite pleasant to trek through at night this time of year. Add to that fact that today was unseasonably warm, and a Saturday, and you get pretty thick crowds. I pushed through them, headed for the upscale-bland shopping district a few blocks west. (I know that I should have headed for local businesses instead. I did - two, on the way to school to do work earlier. Neither had a decent selection of helmets, or jackets anywhere near my price range.)

I normally balk at crowds, but apparently not tonight. As I wove my way between families, dodging small children and stepping around photo shoots, I felt nothing but a detached calm and bemusement. Even digging around in Homogeneous Sporting Goods, in a state where the War on Christmas wasn't so much fought as laughed at and the music in retail was much more than just Secular Holiday Boredom, I didn't feel my usual instinct to escape, to flee. I had the task at hand, but the rest of my consciousness was too far away to be bothered.

It still hasn't reported back, or let me know what it's been up to this entire time.

Meanwhile, those two webcomics that I was raving about however long ago continue to show me just why they're worthy of me actually owning their print compilations. I recently acquired On the Origin of PCs, and put in an order for the now-back-in-print Narbonic: Volume 2, which will complete my collections of the two... until Narbonic 4 comes out next year.

I suppose on that note I should make it plain now, and please, please, please do not take any offense at this: Now that it is That Gifting Season, I will humbly request that you do not buy me anything. My reasons for this are many, and not particularly coherent. I'm not very good at accepting gifts graciously, and even worse at giving gifts, and it's a whole section of social politics that I simply prefer to remain outside of.

For those that haven't heard, my little phone was having screen issues, so I finally went and got a new one. Unfortunately, Virgin Mobile doesn't have any tool besides The Hard Way for transferring phone numbers between phones. I copied what I believe to be the important ones, but if you feel like I ought to have yours, let me know:

[Poll #885639]


memnus: Red schwa in a yellow circle, quote "We know drama" (East: We Know Drama)
For a while now, I've heard the phrase "for the win" spoken in casual conversation, and it increasingly became a phrase that would do nothing for me but a flash of anger. I had to ask myself why.

First, there's the context in which it's spoken. Roughly translated it means, "you just made a cultural reference that amused me." This hits upon a conversational tactic which I try not to subscribe to - that is, taking the funny words of others and repeating them. I find that this adds nothing to the conversation, but also tends to steer it away from the topic at hand and toward the reference that probably not everyone gets, leaving those out of the loop.

Second, it wants to imply that the conversation is something that can be won or lost. I don't talk to win. Not only does someone winning imply everyone else losing, a win also signifies an end. Keeping an interesting conversation going is hard enough; starting a new one is worse.

As usual, I thought I had more to say about that. Apparently I was wrong. So, if you've ever seen me explode at someone about that, that's why.

memnus: Dave Davenport and Lovelace with quotes from Alice In Wonderland (We're All Mad Here (Narbonic))
"There is no user burning_mudd at"

Back to pondering Burning Man again - tempted to make a community with that name, so if anything does happen with putting together a Mudd/Claremont/Etc group for next year... or some following year... there can be a place to gather thoughts about it.

Who'd join if it existed?

memnus: Dragon with pigtails and glasses, saying "No sense... in a way that blows your mind?" (That makes no sense! (O&M))
Something: Hey, look, a baby.
Brain: Yes. Not mine, being quiet. No problem.
Something: No, look.
Brain: Huh?
Something: Hands. Cheeks.
Brain: Hey, now, what is this?
Something: Cute feet!
Brain: WTF? How did you get this number?
Something: Hey, want one?
Brain: What part of the "not this decade" memo did you not read?
Something: When in Rome...

This is utterly, utterly unexpected, and perhaps even a little unwelcome. That whole $15,000/year salary thing, y'know?

memnus: Dave Davenport and Lovelace with quotes from Alice In Wonderland (We're All Mad Here (Narbonic))
If I had a list of Things To Do Before I Die, I would definitely have to put Burning Man somewhere on it. Even if I am no artist.

Maybe I'll start one.

memnus: A stylized galaxy image, with the quote "Eternity lies ahead of us - and behind. Have you drunk your fill?" (Eternity lies ahead)
Friday: Last day of work at NVIDIA. I packed up everything I needed for the weekend (easy, since I'd been pretty much done packing up my life anyway) and walked to work with my suitcase and laptop bag, ready to head straight for the airport. Then I realized two things: I still had my knife attached to my belt, and NVIDIA was about to give me a laptop backpack. So, it suddenly became necessary to borrow a bike and speed home again, to deliver the less-ergonomic bag and knife, then back to work. Flight back was the easiest I've ever seen - no lines at checkin, no line at security. Met Frances in Denver and went home, and pretty much straight to sleep.

Saturday: Nate's wedding. The ceremony itself was short, sweet, and so personalized they even had a friend of theirs officiating. Given the number of long waits around it, and the scattered nature of the reception, though, it could have probably done with more planning. The rain was even polite enough to wait until well after to start, as Frances and I sat around doing nothing useful.

Sunday: Airport day from hell. Frances' suitcase breaks a zipper as she tries to repack it to get under weight limit; the first security line we see is wrapped all the way around the baggage claims and we have to go use the secret security line over the bridge; security there makes me take off my rope sandals (!!); baggage claim in LA takes over an hour. But, from there, napping and tasty food, and finally leaving LA at 11 to get into Santa Clara at 5 the next morning... still before dawn.

Monday: Loading the car, and vague napping. Figured out how to get my bike apart and into a box, and saw Frances off for Chico before turning my wheels west at about 7. With the help of Jingo, and a couple naps at rest stops in Nevada, I made it into SLC by 11 the next morning.

Tuesday: Unloading the car, again with the napping. (Seems to be a theme of the weekend.) Plugged in a phone only to discover no dial tone, and calling Qwest confirmed that sinking feeling of dread - they'd never taken my order off hold, and even took ten minutes just to find it. If the representative could get his supervisor to expedite it, it'd still take all week; if not, it'd be ready by Monday. An evening trek to find a Target, for the purposes of buying a shower curtain so I could at least sleep clean, turned up nothing but a KMart twenty minutes from closing. I got the curtain, but forgot the rings, go me. Thus, a shower turned into a bath.

Today: Voyage into the city. My apartment is north of downtown, and the U is east of downtown, and both routes are primarily uphill, so I'll need a new way of internally determining direction. I made a stop at the library for wireless (squinting at my dead screen half the time), checked email and what LJ I could, then took public transit (herefater referred to as TRAX) up to the U. A bit of wandering landed me at the school of computing, and the person I was originally supposed to pick up account information was from was gone, so I went to get my ID card. (The picture turned out surprisingly good.) Coming back to Computing, turned out I had to pick up account stuff from the department secretary, so I got payroll stuff (mostly) filled out, account information, and my card set up to let me into important places. While getting acquainted with the Linux box on which I'm typing this entry, TA assignments were sent out: I'll be helping froshmores in Introduction to Programming in C. According to the syllabus, this is intended for non-majors, which probably sucks for me ... expect to hear much ranting about the class (and how it's inferior to 70) and the students (and where exactly they can shove their questions). Once I leave here, it's off to load up on stuff to make an apartment livable ... not including furniture ... and then wondering just how I'm going to deal with getting furniture into a third-floor apartment via station wagon.

Other random musings:

Living here will definitely get me in shape, even given the free public transit for U students.

The city library (Library of the Year, 2006, as they so loudly proclaim) is so family-friendly they have a Breastfeeding Cafe, complete with table of information on (I assume) the benefits of nursing your children.

It's hard to remember to assume nothing about people I meet here, when I have to walk by the LDS Convention Center and right by Temple Square to get to TRAX.

Google Maps is not the best way to find directions around here, since it has no concept of hills. Trying to find the apartment complex the first time (having not left the car since Nevada), I had to take my car, fully loaded, up one block of steep hill.

memnus: Person with robe, staff, and satchel (Spingear "Fleck" Spindlefingers)
How does one go about planning a campaign?



May. 15th, 2006 11:43 am
memnus: A stylized galaxy image, with the quote "Eternity lies ahead of us - and behind. Have you drunk your fill?" (Default)
So I guess I'm all graduated and bachelorified now. Yet I'm still in Claremont, bumming in the lounge, complete with the nagging feeling that I ought to be doing ... something. That something is archery practice, I suppose, although I only slept about four hours last night and have already learned my lesson about shooting after that. Nearly everything I own is packed into my car, sitting in the hot sunshine. I'm not altogether sure whether to be worried about that or not, unfortunately. It's a dark car with not a lot of air left in in, but the windows are a bit open which can tend to make it behave. I also seem to not have the attention span even to work consistently on this entry, instead setting it aside to check on stuff that really hasn't changed all that much, and kinda forgetting it. It's naturally a slow time for email, there's only so many webcomics that I check and I don't tend to go for new ones without committing to read the archives which I don't have attention span for, and there's only so much I can do about finding a damn place to live.

The next few days will be ... odd. I need to shift myself into tournament focus, but my focus works best when it can be backgrounded as I do other stuff that takes all my attention. Now, I don't have any such distraction. My desktop's packed, and it teand to have the more long-term distracting stuff - I've got a few interest pics to catch up on, but the desktop's best for that, and even Maya seems to be crapped out on SoultoothIII. I apparently also get to learn if cats is in fact one of the allergies I developed this year...

memnus: Me with my head back and eyes closed (Laid back)
I've always been in favor of gun control, and fairly strict gun control at that. I grew up in an area where hunters would drive by on the way to national forest land and shoot at our "No Tresspassing" signs for practice; deer were ambivalent neighbors that were to be acknowledged and driven past, not shot. I feel a small-caliber handgun is the most firepower necessary for self-defense; even that is powerful enough to give an attacker a brain injury or sucking chest wound, with less chance of collateral damage or losing control from the kick. The idea of citizens having military-grade weapons for a "well-prepared militia" strikes me as nothing more than archaic with modern warfare. So I'd support any law that would usefully1 reduce the number of firearms in circulation.

Yet I've taken up a sport that involves shooting things with a deadly weapon. How do I reconcile this?

First. The hunting matter. Hunting with a gun is hardly fair. Neither is bow hunting, but at least all the kinetic energy in an arrow came from the shooter - through rather a lot of mechanical advantage, on a compound bow, but from the shooter nevertheless. (Someone who hunted strictly with spears would be a hunter I'd truly respect.) Also, arrows need as much or more care and attention as a bow, and last for hundreds of uses; bullets come in a box and are gone after the shot.

Second. Street violence. This seems to be the primary focus of gun control, or at least its publicity campaigns. Heh - good luck concealing a bow and quiver, no matter how baggy your pants are. Enforcing a drug deal with a bow would be, while amusing, useless.

Third. Child safety. This is the other big attack angle for gun control activists, with horror stories of children finding loaded guns. I think gun safes and/or locks are an acceptable resolution to this, but my weapon of choice has no such danger. It takes a considerable amount of strength and leverage to string my bow, and an unstrung bow is no more dangerous than a table leg. (Broadheads are another matter, and should be treated with at least as much child security as kitchen knives.) It's not difficult to injure oneself with a bow, either stringing or strung, but it is difficult to make that injury life-threatening. Loose strings pose a choking hazard, I suppose, but really, what doesn't?

So. Those are my current justifications for the slightly-conflicting viewpoints I find myself in. They've been bouncing around a bit, and I think writing them out has settled them for the most part.


1 I'm vaguely aware with the idea that making guns illegal or licensed on paper does very little to get them off the streets. But I'm not aware of any attempt to control guns at the point of production.


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