Friday
Work sucked. After work, I went to the demonstration at the Federal Building in Ann Arbor for the release of Rabih Haddad. If you haven't been following this story, Rabih Haddad is one of the many Arab Americans that has been the victim of racial profiling after September 11. An Ann Arbor teacher and humanitarian leader, his story has gotten a lot more press than most of the men the government arrested without charging them of a crime. He was arrested back in December and has still not had his trial six months later. The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful.

Saturday
Carla and I went out for lunch and stopped by her craft mall. We also went by Jo-Ann's where Carla picked up some craft stuff. There was bird in Jo-Ann's that was flying around the place. The bird flew back and forth from one side of the stor to the other looking for a way out. I asked one of the employees what they do when a bird gets in the store. She said that this was the first time it had ever happened and she had no idea how they would get it out. I worry about that bird. We also stopped at the hobby shop where I was hoping to pick up some flourescent green paint for the guns of my Necron miniatures, but they were out. It's weird seeing all the Necron minis and Necron related stuff selling out. The rest of the evening was spent playing video games, cleaning for the Changeling game and reading.

Today
I'm about to go mow the lawn. After that I need to finish getting ready for Changeling. After today's game, we're taking a couple months off before starting the next game, which will be a mixture of returning and new characters. The current title for the game is "Kingdom of Lost Children."

We are the stuff that dreams are made of.
-William Shakespeare, "The Tempest"

You wish to see the distant realms? Very well. But know this first: The places you will visit, the places you will see, do not exist. For there are only two worlds- your world, which is the real world, and other worlds, the fantasy. Worlds like this are world of human imagination: Their reality, or lack of reality, is not important. What is important is that they are there. These worlds provide an alternate. Provide an escape. Provide a threat. Provide a dream, and power, provide refuge and pain. They give your world meaning. They do not exist and thus they are all that matters.
-Neil Gaiman, "The Books of Magic"