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Spent Saturday with [livejournal.com profile] uke with a long lunch and conversations over music, economics, politics, and especially food. It was a delightful afternoon. We first met virtually on livejournal many years ago on a epic troll post in 2003 where a person allegedly cooked up their dead pet rabbit creating a dish that looked remarkably like chicken (I wish I could still find it - I seem to recall I first made contact with [livejournal.com profile] ninjalicious on the same thread). When he and family moved to Melbourne the opportunity to catch up was available and we done so a couple of times. This Saturday will be the day spent with [livejournal.com profile] hathhalla and [livejournal.com profile] ser_pounce on another cheesequest, followed by [livejournal.com profile] usekh's birthday celebrations.

This week at work has been pretty hectic, not helped by a day off sick on Wednesday (damn food poisoning from a dodgy mussel at a favoured restaurant). It's our ISO 9001 re-certification audit and whilst we have a very mature system that has excellent document and revision control and basically ticks all the boxes for what is required, it is still less than a perfect implementation, and sometimes I don't think buy-in to the advantages of quality assurance is as high as it could be from section managers. At the same time have been working on a new project management framework for the company, preparing for my paper at eResearch Australasia, and apparently also to act as an organiser for a two-day OpenStack workshop immediately beforehand. This is, of course, in addition the usual operations work.

Two good rpg sessions this week; the first was on Sunday where I ran a session of Werewolf Yugoslav Wars which included an encounter with the bizarre mini-state of Western Bosnia run by its cult-like leader Fikret Abdić. Last night was the conclusion of the British Cyprus tangent story from our Call of Cthulhu Masks of Nyarlathotep game, which involved the dangers of incompetent faux cultists who acquire "the wrong books". In both cases reality offers a sufficiently strange place to add to a fiction. Last night was also the last session for our Eclipse Phase GM, Martin T., who is moving to Brisbane to make use of his qualifications in aeronautics. He'll be missed having provided many memorable sessions and characters to our group.

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