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All quiet on the Asperger's front. There has not been a single message, comment or peep from Daughter-san. Mother's spate of comments on my Facebook wall slowed down to the realm of normalcy after the first 24 hours.
Given the scraps of information I have to go on, I suspect Daughter-san is having trouble getting up the nerve to initiate anything. Life is short, I have plenty of other things to do and other questions to answer for people and all. I dunno, maybe I can just start posting cool-Japanese-reenactor-link-of-the-day topics to my "wall," and see if it elicits comments or questions. Easy enough - I have a crapton of stuff bookmarked and listed on my website's links page (a wealth of stuff that can easily overwhelm because it's all in one place and organized and all.) If she responds (or just reads it and learns something cool), great, if not, others can enjoy them and it takes just as much effort as passing around George Takei-isms or taiko video off Youtube.
In the meantime, I braved the cold (yes, we do occasionally get some and yesterday morning was marked by the tail end of a Pacific storm) to meet James and one of his co-workers at the Rockridge BART fight practices (for non-local SCA folk, this may be the oldest continuously running fight practice, held on Thursday nights in the parking lot of a Bay Area Rapid Transit station on the Oakland-Berkeley border. Said co-worker and sister are involved in something called Dagohir - my understanding is that it's a medieval combat group that uses foam weapons. He and James got to talking one day about what he does and James' former involvement in the SCA and the next thing I knew I got an email asking if I wanted to meet up with them.
So yeah, some standing around in the cold under the elevated tracks, explaining what our game is. Introduced them to Rat, and Oliver came over to chat and the next thing I knew Rat had Sister swinging some rattan. Brother has been given my email addy. They headed back to SF on BART, James and I went to Barclays with the after-practice crowd (I was ready to gnaw off a limb, but couldn't finish the massive burger I ordered).
James' health history means that he can't fight any more. Rat confirmed that one does not have to be an active fighter to become a marshal, so he's clearly toying with the idea of coming back, which would please me no end if he does. It's his fault I do Japanese stuff in the SCA, anyway.
Given the scraps of information I have to go on, I suspect Daughter-san is having trouble getting up the nerve to initiate anything. Life is short, I have plenty of other things to do and other questions to answer for people and all. I dunno, maybe I can just start posting cool-Japanese-reenactor-link-of-the-day topics to my "wall," and see if it elicits comments or questions. Easy enough - I have a crapton of stuff bookmarked and listed on my website's links page (a wealth of stuff that can easily overwhelm because it's all in one place and organized and all.) If she responds (or just reads it and learns something cool), great, if not, others can enjoy them and it takes just as much effort as passing around George Takei-isms or taiko video off Youtube.
In the meantime, I braved the cold (yes, we do occasionally get some and yesterday morning was marked by the tail end of a Pacific storm) to meet James and one of his co-workers at the Rockridge BART fight practices (for non-local SCA folk, this may be the oldest continuously running fight practice, held on Thursday nights in the parking lot of a Bay Area Rapid Transit station on the Oakland-Berkeley border. Said co-worker and sister are involved in something called Dagohir - my understanding is that it's a medieval combat group that uses foam weapons. He and James got to talking one day about what he does and James' former involvement in the SCA and the next thing I knew I got an email asking if I wanted to meet up with them.
So yeah, some standing around in the cold under the elevated tracks, explaining what our game is. Introduced them to Rat, and Oliver came over to chat and the next thing I knew Rat had Sister swinging some rattan. Brother has been given my email addy. They headed back to SF on BART, James and I went to Barclays with the after-practice crowd (I was ready to gnaw off a limb, but couldn't finish the massive burger I ordered).
James' health history means that he can't fight any more. Rat confirmed that one does not have to be an active fighter to become a marshal, so he's clearly toying with the idea of coming back, which would please me no end if he does. It's his fault I do Japanese stuff in the SCA, anyway.
