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Treat, with a Trick

October 31, 2007 in Blogs

There is mixed news on the automotive front, but it appears in sum that I have a better than even chance of getting to Ubercon.

The truck will not be ready until early next week; this makes our efforts to get trash to the dump considerably more complicated, but we’re working on it. However, the new old car that was being repaired to give us is ready; the previous owner is a bit embarrassed that she had not already sent us the paperwork for it, so it’s being overnighted by FedEx and is promised to be here by noon tomorrow. Mercifully, we can get through Motor Vehicles fairly quickly, but then somehow I have to travel to the outer end of Long Island to bring it back, and that has to happen tomorrow afternoon so that I can get home, packed, organized, and off to Ubercon for a four o’clock game on Friday.

I did more Romans editing, and glanced at the Multiverser second edition materials, but otherwise have been really overwhelmed much of today. I also have to figure out dinner, but I’m headed that direction.

–M. J. Young

A Half Step Closer

October 30, 2007 in Blogs

There is as yet no word on the truck, beyond that the garage is backed up and turning away work (one of their mechanics had a baby this past weekend (actually, his wife had the baby, but he’s out for the week) and they are very much backlogged). Our houseguest got his car back today, timing chain intact, although I am waiting for the check from his mother to cover what I paid on it. I had thought this would mean that we could return the rental and that as long as one of the other two cars come through we Ubercon would happen–but the lady who controls the vehicles has said not to return the rental until at least one of the other two cars comes through, and the way she sounds she won’t want me going unless there is a car for me and a car for her, so things are still looking rather grim. On the bright side, she is off on Thursday, so if we have the truck and the new car is ready she can get me to it. On the dark side, someone has already tried to get her to commit to being somewhere else that night, and our son who comes home during the week needs to return to Delaware that night, so it’s not going to be simple.

I would love to say that I am otherwise ready to go, but with all the confusion and complication all I can say is that I paid up the cell phone and ordered copies of my own books (What Does God Expect? and About the Fruit, which have not yet arrived). I’m not sure what happens next. I have not given up on getting to the convention, but I am not encouraged by the situation to this point.

–M. J. Young

At Least I Did Some Editing

October 29, 2007 in Blogs

Today was marked by a trip to court for another member of the household; since we’re still working with the rental, I had to drive. The truck turns out to be bad news–not the starter, the flywheel, which means several hundred dollars to pull the transmission to get to it. Ah, well–we agreed that we need the truck, if only to get trash to the dump.

It also means that the trip to Ubercon has been seriously jeopardized; we have three cars any one of which might or might not be done by Thursday, and we must have two on the road to make it work. Odds are slim.

Sitting in court gave me time to do a fair amount of editing on the Romans notes. I confess, however, that my mind was a bit frazzled, and I did not feel that I was giving it the attention required. Here’s hoping I haven’t missed some glaring problems in my failure to grasp what I was reading.

After that, I still had to get my mother-in-law to the store; my wife wanted to go along, but that meant we had to take our youngest son, so that we could feed him. That became more complicated, and it was after eleven thirty that we managed to get home. Mercifully I had been able to get the e-mail done in the cracks before and after court, so I’m drawing near the end of the night. Unfortunately, I’m not really getting things ready for the convention, and I’m running out of time.

On another note, I stumbled upon a DVD of Sliding Doors for ten bucks, and since that’s a movie about which I get a fair amount of mail (my Temporal Anomalies fans keep telling me that I need to see it even though it is not a time travel film), I decided to add it to my growing stack of films. I’m not sure when I’ll get the chance to watch it, but at least I’ve got it.

–M. J. Young

Plus a Seven Fifty Nap

October 28, 2007 in Blogs

Things have been a bit odd with the truck off the road. The trash cans did not fit in the trunk of the rented car (let me mention that as a problem with the mid-sized Ford Focus, in case anyone is car shopping), so we’re packing trash a bit tighter trying to make it through to Wednesday (the collection center is only open twice a week) and hoping the truck will be back by then.

Meanwhile, we celebrated the birthday of one of our houseguests–the one who is most one of the family–by going out to dinner and a movie. Everyone seemed to enjoy the movie, and I won’t say it was time or money wasted. I had never been to a three-dimensional movie before, and I had heard that the technology had improved significantly; The Nightmare Before Christmas, however, is a very familiar film to me, one of the household favorites which I have heard playing in the other room four or five times as often as I have actually watched it, which is quite frequently, as I am certain we have gone through two tapes of it and probably purchased a disk. Three-dimensional effects are interesting, but after the first half hour I, short on sleep already, was snoozing in the theatre, up to the climactic moment after which I watched the rest. It’s a good movie well done, but I didn’t really need to see it again, and ten minutes would have been sufficient to show me what the polarized projectors could do.

After that it took quite a few hours to get home, because we had to make a number of stops including a certain chain bookstore where we were to acquire a certain movie loved by my wife but not easy to find. Along with it, we acquired about eighty dollars worth of books–rather, if their pricing is to be taken at face value, a hundred fifteen dollars worth of books for eighty dollars. I might read one of them; I will undoubtedly watch the movie, although not because I choose to.

Topping off a fine weekend, I believe that Red Robin, where we had our birthday dinner, must grill turkey burgers alongside beef burgers. My physical intolerance of turkey is so severe that even exposure so slight as that can make me rather ill, and I’ve spent twenty-four hours with rather disruptive digestive complications. It seems to be passing, thankfully, but I’m fortunate that I did not have to go far for long today.

I’ve a vague notion that I got a bit of work done, here and there. I did some editing on the Romans notes; I did some work on the Multiverser second edition. It isn’t much, but it’s something.

Speaking of something, I should move forward to the rest of today’s work.

–M. J. Young

Rental, Dental

October 26, 2007 in Blogs

It appears that I will be driving a rental this weekend; the truck did not make the worklist at the mechanic today, and our houseguest can’t even guess what has his car out of commission. It is to be hoped that the truck will be back Monday evening, but it is not by any means known.

I did get to the dentist, but his opinion was that I needed to get to a specialist. That’s about all I really accomplished today, due in part to the fact that the houseguest with the car trouble needed transportation, which knocked more than an hour out of my afternoon.

Mercifully, we happen to have cash on hand at the moment; regretably, there are bills which need that cash which aren’t going to get it while we struggle through the transportation problems.

At least I can still get here.

–M. J. Young

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by Tadeusz

Psi

October 26, 2007 in Articles

I’m still coughing, but I’m better. Got Mr. C to school, and was halfway to Wally world with the Cuteasaurus before the first cough this morning, I guess. Maybe if I do another day of mostly goofing off, I’ll finally be on my feet sorta. I have the fearsome example of a few years back where I spent three weeks with a flu to remind me of the dangers of pushing too hard. So even though I feel relatively perky, I’m going to try to be patient, and force myself to goof.

Psi Conditions:

Magic tends to have all sorts of limitations you can do to make your skill rolls easier. In fact I’m trying to put together a list of at least fifty specific limits you can use. But the psion has it harder.

1. Fasting: Traditionally fasting ungrounds the mind from the body, and prepares the mind for more ethereal realms. Also of use in magic.

2. Empty Your Mind Meditation: This shuts up the noisy fellow inside your skull who is jabbering away, and lets you hear other voices, and see more clearly. Perhaps you will hear voices on the wind, or the voice of your own Talent. Perhaps you will see auras, and gain enlightenment.

3. Concentration: It helps to focus. Just as its hard to do the IRS tax forms at a rock concert so its hard to do psi at a rock concert unless you can focus.

4. Sanctum: Using psi often means opening yourself to other perceptions. After all, its hard to be a good recon scout in full body plate. Unfortunately, that means lowering your guard, and occasionally there are nasty, hungry creatures out there ready for a bit of psion with a side of panic. And then there are those who see someone travelling the astral sea, and think how nice it would be to help them…into servitude to a superior mind. Sanctums provide exterior defenses so that the psion can more fully extend herself without retaining some defensive stance.

5. Good vibes: Often related to the Sanctum, but it can be hard to open yourself in a place that is unfriendly. Its like trying to study math while a fly buzzes about. He’s doing no real harm, but its distracting. A room or other area with good vibes aids in concentration.

6. Fury: Anger, near-berserk and sometimes over the edge battle fury has possibly helped create more Telekinetics than any other force in the Multiverse. For some, its a neccessary precondition. They have to be at least ill-tempered to force their will on the Universe. Some have to descend into a screaming frenzy before the power rises. For others, its a source of strength to boost their power.

7. Uncontrolled: Some gifts are purely uncontrolled. Telekinesis is a common example, but Precognition is even more so. Retrocognition is another one. And for a few cursed or blessed, Touch Healing is another one.

8. Emotional boosting: Using your own emotions as kindling, and timber in the fire of your power. Love, fear, and anger are common ones, although hate works well too, but it opens you up to Dangerous Attentions. A driving need to save the life of another could be pushed by love and by fear for example. Typically the end result of such an effort is a state of mild emotional shock as apathy overwhelms the tired character. A danger in botches is that the power will go uncontrolled and run until the very limits of one’s endurance sending the psion into the hospital or the morgue if they fail a simple stamina check after four failed stop checks.

9. Tapping into your Life Force: Tapping into your own lifeforce is inherently dangerous. In some universes, thats the only way such powers work due to a powerblock by the reigning deity of that universe. Simple stamina checks are made every time you use your power. A failure indicates tiredness, and another failure indicates exhaustion, and another failure indicates death. It may not be easy to de-activate a power in such universes. This is a typical joining of limits.

10. Powers Do Not Deactivate Smoothly: Some powers once you get them running want to keep running. Some are merely difficult, and require a simple Willpower roll to stop them. Others, especially Pyrokinetics, and worst Uncontrolled Pyrokinetics require multiple Difficult Willpower Checks. Using Emotion Feeding makes such checks more difficult.

11. Tapping into Other Life Forces:
a. People: Its generally considered evil to do this to unwilling victims. There are creatures known as psionic vampires which are strongly addicted to this procedure. For some psions, the desire to turn vampire, and drink the mind of another down like a slurpee is always a temptation. However, it offers a great deal of power, and a buffer against any botches is a typically related skill. One is bathed in power, and little things like brain burns don’t bother you inside the cocoon. Whether they will once you come down off the high or not is another question. Frequently such ‘draining’ is more addictive than the most powerful drugs.
b. Plants: Not as blatantly evil, and much more difficult. The typical user is generally a more cautious and contemplative person who doesn’t go in for the thrill kill either. Most such users try to save the plant while they drink of it.
c. The Universal Field of Creation and Destruction: If you can tap into this, then, in all seriousness, and humble respect, why are you taking Doctor Mentalman’s class? Please, O Great One, do not evaporate the college where this class is being taught./Gulps nervously.

Okay, thats a 1d10 chart. And I think I have a few more in my brain, but its folding up, so I’ll move on to Chart the Second.But first, let me clarify…11c (hmm, its not a d10 chart after all) is about a PC tapping into the power of an Ascended Psionic Being, and one of truly awesome power.

It is possible to have psi aid from another psi which should be another slot, but this is as an evil example of humongous power for this slot….

“Death, Chaos, and Despair, you revealed yourself to me. Fill me with your power that I may cast down this foolish Alchemist.”
The psi call goes out along the previously established link (which may or may not require a skill roll. I’d require one.) And the psi beings who took those three names who have the 15@ skill of Permanently Transcending Physical form, here, and decide to pour their mental power into the evil mentalist.

One reason that the Ascended Ones might do this is that they learned a version of the Ascend Skill that requires non-direct intervention.

At this point, the Alchemist is considering his options as he watched the evil mentalist whip up a hurricane out of the blue sky…..

At this point, I think the Alchemist could still win, but it would be an interesting technique to take a bunch of second-rate psions, and turn them one at a time into world-beaters because they were vessels of the power of Ascended Masters.

Botches of Telepathy (as broadly construed–any form of mind-reading, communication…)

1. Switch minds in psionic triangle. Psion A botches as he talks to B. C is standing nearby. A goes into C’s brain. C goes into B’s brain. B goes into A’s brain.

2. Aphasia. You try to say “Lets get supper.” You really say. “Fire purple cello.”

3. You’ve cut off communications with the lower part of your body. Your brain is active, but your Central Nervous System isn’t getting any signal. Yup, this is usually fatal.

4. A random someone in the same universe, or another universe can hear your thoughts as you can hear theirs if they project. They think they’re going nuts. They are already not all that well-balanced, and although a nice person, they have a real hard time getting through the day without messing up. You are sooooo not helping. This is good for guilting the player. This gives the player a chance to help someone normal with normal issues.

5. Everyone who hates you in this universe now knows where you are. You don’t realize this.

6. You’re broadcasting your thoughts to anyone who sees you.

7. You can hear the thoughts of everyone at the same time within a hundred yards of you. The babble is overwhelming.

8. You’ve established a control link for your body to someone else. When he tries to move his left arm, he has to contest with you. You may not be able to move. He may not be able to move. You both may be able to move with both of you are in partial control of each other’s bodies.

9. You can hear the thoughts of (dogs, cats, mice, birds….whatever). They realize this, and want to be social. They frequently have no sense of manners, and a number of them have issues which they expect you to deal with…now.

10. You’ve tapped into the brain of a man with Secrets. Lots of Secrets. The type of Secrets people kill for. Good thing he got a flash of your face (which you did of him as well) so he can come and discuss it with you, isn’t it? Most common types of targets are National Security shadow warriors, Mafiosi dons, and terrorists planning a mission.

11. You’ve tapped into some sort of intergalactic clairvoyant scanning beam, and telepathically downloaded all available information. Now your brain is full. Really. You have to make Willpower checks to concentrate enough to walk because there simply is no room. Plus, your brain is about to explode in 5 +1d10 hours. Maybe the aliens can help you, if they believe you’re not a data pirate who did not respect their copyright. Frequently a Botch Rider of the next one is included.

12. Random Personality Traits: You’ve picked up a little bit of this, and a little bit of that. You botched in the street, and you picked up the construction worker’s appetite, the skateboarders love for heavy metal, the UPS man’s seriousness, and the tendency of the cab driver to scream insults in Nigerian. You pick up very little of any use, but just enough to find yourself scarfing down a footlong meatball sub, listening to Cruxshadows with a thoughtful look at the newspaper as you curse the stupidity of politicians in Nigerian. And you don’t like subs, enjoy Celtic, and never bother yourself with politicians as they are boring. Roll simple Perception or difficult Willpower checks to avoid acting not like yourself.

A more comedic version of this has it as an ongoing process. You walk down the street, and pick up traits (but no skills above 1@1 even if the original possessor has it much higher) from people you pass.

13. Congratulations you’ve summoned the Fleet of the Alien Conquerors (whats that praying mantis group from NagaWorld?) to your Home World. If really bad, you called their mother something nasty in Alien. They might not have a mother, but they do take insult. You have 1+1d4 days until the Total Subjugation of the Earth begins.

14. You did not realize it, but your Shout-Out attracted attention, Dangerous Attention. The Forces of Evil cannot always directly intervene, but there is usually at least a serial killer in the neighbourhood who they can call his attention to you as you walk past. And if you’re in a high-magic world, you’re really lucky cause they’re coming to deal with you personally. You’ve just dropped into 1)A serial killer stalker movie. 2) A Hockey-masked Maniac, or a Dreaming Monster, or Dracula is coming to drop by for a screaming good time. If you’re really unlucky, they all are.

15. You make a connection to some doomed historic figure in the past. I hope this is not temporal loop causing, cause otherwise I’ll have to do something.

The figure could be a priestess of Atlantis as the island grows more disturbed, or it could be a passenger on the Titanic. They know they’re doomed. All they want is for someone to hold their hand over the next 1d10 days, and to bring their existence to light in the modern world.

This is three-handkerchief time. And also an excellent time to have a would-be apprentice to the verser mentor, or a male-female long-distance totally doomed relationship set up.

16. Your subconscious brain now has a direct link to your will. It wants, it needs, it desires, and its going to go for it. Happily, its not really a great planner as logical considerations don’t really enter in that much. Also forethought, and good judgment are somewhat absent as well..

This can be played as tragic, and it will be Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde but with less sense on Hyde‘s part, and more animalism. Or it can be played for comedy, and it will still be pretty scary as the character dives in front of moving buses to try to retrieve the luscious looking sausage that he knocked off the hot dog vendor’s grill, and then dropped because it burned his hand.

With a difficult roll, your Superego can temporarily restrain (RS for ten seconds) your Id.

17. You can’t talk, and you can’t hear. So the only form of communication you got (other than writing) is telepathy.

18. You’re hearing smells, and seeing sounds, and tasting pain, and smelling sight. It is a complete mind-trip.

19. You’ve lost your mind, literally. Actually, you’ve lost your brain. It is the receiver for the mind. And your mind cannot find its home brain. You are a detached viewpoint looking out from behind the eyes of various people. You are able to jump to them and test them to see if they are you. You don’t see people as people, but as aura fields which makes the whole thing much more difficult.

20 Amnesia. Amnesia is good, right? I mean I think it is, but I can’t remember.

Items:

1. Ring of the Sensitive: This orange stoned ring allows one entry into the Towers of the Sensitive, and serves as a Mental focus.
2. Draken Voirze Stone: Holding this stone provides a feeling of good vibes, and the occasion uncontrolled flicker of clairvoyance tied to danger sense.
3. White Crystal: +10 Sit-mod to Telekinesis as it helps one to keep their thoughts in order.
4. Mindtrapper: This crystal is capable of removing the mind from the body of a practising psion.
5. Psionic receiver–Various items are rigged to be sensitive to telepathic coded messages. This can trigger a wide varity of effects.
6. Sunstone: Power hides in this. +10 DR to all psion skills while holding this.
7. Mirror of Hiding: This gives +10 to pseudoinvisibility, and +20 if the searcher is a psion.
8. Silk Scarf: This causes a Suppress at 1@5 of psionic activity in whatever it is placed over. Silk naturally absorbs psionic energy.
9. Syringe of Mindstill—25 Sitmod to all psionic activity, and its a Difficult check to try.
10. Liquer of Madness: This causes a +20 to learning a new psi skill. However botches are typically 2d10+ 10 on the GE chart as they are expecially powerful. At best, the character is drunk and stoned out of his mind on something similar to acid (for the skill to succeed, he must be.)

Okay, I’m hungry, and kinda risen from my creative trance to be surprised by the time passage….

Eric

Another One Bites the Dust

October 25, 2007 in Blogs

Today seems mostly to have been about cars. I had to borrow one from one of our houseguests, who got an alternate ride to work and left me his keys. I used this to make arrangements to move the truck to our mechanic, who says he can probably fix it tomorrow afternoon–which would be a very good thing. Then I finally got up there, paid him the towing charge I owed and cleaned out my beloved Caravan, including retrieving all my cassettes, and taking the spare tire–the car I still hope to get happens to be a Voyager, so it probably uses the same rims and tires, and this was a perfectly new unused full tire, not one of those stupid donuts.

There were other errands, and Kyler was fretting about his girlfriend, who was fretting that he was unable to come see her (two hours away), so the houseguest whose car we were using agreed to drive him there. (Agreed with him–I had no input in the matter.) He, the houseguest, in turn decided to pick up his girlfriend for the ride–and that was as far as he got, as his car quit when he got there. On of our other houseguests had to rescue them. Kyler was only slightly daunted–he found a friend who would run him up there for a bit more than gas and toll money. Since the only car still on the road belongs to the houseguest who has to go to the hospital tomorrow, and I have a dental appointment in the morning (has it been that long?), we will probably have to rent a car to get through the day, and hope sincerely that the truck will be back on the road before the shop closes so we don’t have to rent the car through the weekend.

In good news, my mother has tracked down an unused car in the family; actually, it’s unused because it broke down, but she is going to get it fixed and pass it to us, because we need it. It’s not exactly what I want or need, but my wife thinks it will suit her work transportation needs admirably, so we are grateful. It’s out on Long Island, though, so I’m not certain how I’m going to get it, or whether I’ll have it, or anything else for that matter, before Ubercon.

So let me ride–er, walk–out of here.

–M. J. Young

A Very Dickensian Day

October 24, 2007 in Blogs

I managed, with a bit of help from the printer’s technical support staff, to upload the corrected file for the book About the Fruit. That was a positive thing, but I was up until five finishing it, and up again at six, struggling to keep myself awake and to awaken the schoolboy. I was not the only one fighting this battle–the houseguest son of one of our houseguests missed his bus this morning, apparently due to a failure of the alarm clock. I am so very grateful that my son made it, and I was back in bed by seven.

I was up again around eleven, because Kyler needed me. He had an important appointment at four, almost an hour from here, and so I already had accepted that I would be driving him there immediately after dropping his mother at work. However, he was also concerned that he needed to get an important errand done, half an hour in the opposite direction, and so felt it important to do before the afternoon pressure hit. I might have managed to drag myself to the truck in under an hour, and we managed to get back in time for everything else.

The appointment was the sort where you must be there on time but should anticipate waiting forever. I took my Romans notes along, and made some progress while waiting. I also brought along and read a printout of a very favorable review of the newest game from my friend Seth Ben-Ezra, of Legends of Alyria fame, Dirty Little Secrets. I’m going to have to break down and buy a copy, it’s that good. The system design generates a Noir Mystery Genre feeling, even if you have no idea what that is. That’s good design.

However, in case it did not strike you, this appointment took several hours. Kyler did very well at it, probably one of the most encouraging points of the day. I, however, was already concerned about how to get home in time to feed people as we left.

That concern increased greatly immediately after I stopped for gas, four miles from home, and then could not start the vehicle again. The starter had complained a bit here and there before, but tonight it did not function properly at all. Kyler and I, and our papers and gear, had to be picked up and brought home; the truck will have to be picked up and taken to a shop tomorrow.

Mercifully, two of our houseguests are equipped with their own cars, and are pitching in to help us deal with transportation. This is especially important, since the other son has to return to Delaware tonight so he will be at work tomorrow.

Coming home to find that the counter where I was planning to make the waffles for dinner was covered in unwashed cups, I realized I had little hope after nine at night to feed anyone before ten. Chinese delivery became the order of the evening, and I turned my attention to my morning study, along with my first, and probably last, cup of coffee, both interrupted multiple times in major ways.

I am now working my way through today, and the light at the end of the tunnel is dimly visible.

In other news, our company president decided, posting on our private company forum, to create a cooperative effort on the new website by having development (me) and public relations work together with art on the total site, rather than having each of us working in his own section. Because I’ve got all the access codes and am the company contact with the hosting service, I’ve been given the task of chairing this. As usual, I’ve taken a significant part of that upon myself–the best way I can see to start is to do a bit of recoding on the old pages (which I still have), and then upload these and make changes as we go. That hopefully means that we will have a website in the next two and a half weeks–in time for the directors meeting, where he wants a report from development on the progress. What’s Gandalf’s phrase? And I was already tired. Hopefully some of the others are ready to pitch in and help make it work.

On one last point, it appears that there might be yet another chance of getting a car, but it’s a long story, and I’m going to leave it for another time.

It was the best of days, it was the worst of days.

–M. J. Young

Ahead of Ahead of, and Behind, Schedule

October 23, 2007 in Blogs

Kyler is home tonight. There is much rejoicing.

When he left, we all expected that he would be gone into early November, and would miss Ubercon for it; however, he did so well that they announced a while back that he would be finished tomorrow–and then decided this morning that he could leave today. I was supremely pleased to be able to bring him home, and proud that he did so well.

Unfortunately, that, plus a few other problems, put me well behind on today’s work–it is, after all, Tuesday, my heavy day. One of those other problems had me sitting in a parking lot for most of an hour when I should have been starting dinner–but at least I remembered to take my Romans notes for editing.

Speaking of editing, I got flagged by the printer of About the Fruit because I had not properly placed the ISBN on the copyright page (mea culpa, I did not pay enough attention to the directions, and was worried about how I was supposed to add the barcode to the back, so when I saw that they had done that I didn’t look further). I have made the correction to my copy, but still have to upload it to them; at the same time, I will adjust the price to the regular price, but that means also changing the Specials page on my site to remove the sale announcement. So that’s more work, probably more than I can accomplish tonight. Tomorrow already has its own scheduled disruptions, but hopefully I’ll be able to squeeze a bit extra into the day.

In other good news, the gout is subsiding rapidly, and I’ve started leaving the walking stick behind.

–M. J. Young

Opinion Vindicated

October 22, 2007 in Blogs

Many of you will by now have seen the news that J. K. Rowling has stated her heroic and much-revered character Dumbledore is “gay”. Already I have been asked about this, and I will be giving my answer here in a moment. What interests me more is her revelation, more quietly reported, that the entire Harry Potter series is, and has always been, a Christian story. Rowling kept this “secret” close to her breast while dealing each book, as she feared giving it away too soon would lead readers to guess the end before they reached it. This pleases me. I’m not the only person to have noticed the Christian influences in the Harry Potter series, and I’m certainly not the most vocal of those defending it, but I have taken a stand in defense of the stories as part of my unofficial position as defender of Christian fantasy in the modern world. Having her say what I have been saying is rewarding.

On the other report, over on MySpace, a mysterious friend through a friend who often asks me odd questions, Dr. Jack Centipede, asked me my opinion of the report. My comment there was truncated–apparently I failed to keep to some unstated word limit imposed by MySpace–so I am going to copy what was saved and attempt to complete it here.

I don’t want to say that an author is wrong about her own character, so what I’ll say instead is, I don’t see it.

There is something of a pernicious error which grew in the twentieth century, which holds that two men who care about each other and who bond with each other are therefore homosexuals. C. S. Lewis complained about this, saying (I think in The Four Loves) that when you have these close friendships, that “philos” “brotherly love”, someone will say that of course they are “really” homosexual–and that what you feel is pity for the one who says this, because it suggests that he has never known real friendship. It is quite possible for men to care about each other without being homosexual, but in our age every effort is made to characterize such relationships as homosexual, because those in homosexual relationships want to be able to claim that their relationships are “normal”.

I see nothing in Dumbledore’s relationship with Grindenwald that indicates it more than a very close friendship, the kind of friendship I have had rarely in my life. Dumbledore is not gay, but caring and sensitive and eager to know people and to forge relationships with them. It is not the same thing.

Let me make two more points on this, briefly.

First, if Dumbledore is gay, then any man who has ever felt a close connection, a bond of sincere friendship and mutual interest, with any other man, is also gay. I think–indeed, I would hope–that that would be all men everywhere. By this definition, then, every man is gay; and if that is so, then the category is meaningless, and no man is.

Second, it is significant in my mind that the same is not said about women. We assume that women forge these dear and close friendships with other women, and that this says nothing about their sexuality. It is only when men forge such relationships that this becomes “homosexual” or “gay”.

This puts men in a lose-lose situation. On the one hand, we are accused of being cold, uncaring, unemotional, self-centered and self-interested, failing to bond with others, failing to share our true feelings. On the other hand, should we venture to warm, care, emote, reach out to and bond with others, and share our true feelings, we are suddenly branded as “gay”. You can’t have it both ways. Either it is quite normal for people–men and women–to have caring relationships with each other, or it is always abnormal for anyone–man or woman–to care about a member of the same sex.

Thus I think Rowling has fallen into the trap of assuming that her character Dumbledore must have been gay because he cared deeply for and about another man. I care deeply for and about my father, my uncles, my cousins, my brothers, and my sons; that does not make me gay–nor does it make me gay if I also care deeply about friends who happen to be guys. What’s a guy to do, anyway? After all, if I, as a married man, care deeply about other men, I am labeled “gay”; but if I care deeply about other women, I am labeled “lecherous”. The only kind of man we will accept as manly is the one who doesn’t care for anyone but himself, and that’s not the kind of man we need in this life.

From there I commented on the Christian connections of the book, including the above news link, but since I’ve already done that here I won’t repeat it.

There are a dozen things I am supposed to be doing right now, I suppose, but rather than attempt to list them here, I’m going to attempt to do them, and maybe tell you about them tomorrow. The gout persists, flaring up overnight, but calming a bit as I work; I wonder to what degree the constriction of my feet within my shoes is reducing the pain.

–M. J. Young