On the other hand, I'm perfectly prepared to believe that people make up new people when they're on the internets, and then kill real people because of those imaginary people.
Police using provocateurs: not really news to people who know what the police are like. Getting some of their own number to throw rocks from a peaceful protest just so the riot cops can use their big shields and sticks and the like. What's news is that these provocateurs were caught on video.
I picked up a copy of Changeling: The Lost and am really grooving on it. I'm also somewhat bummed that I've done little but write for There's Only Music So That There's New Ringtones on my holiday so far. Though I have been working at 150% rate, getting through six days' work in just four. Which is good, because I have The Fear that this might be a bit of a bugger to get done for deadline.
Stood outside smoking my pipe after lunch, I had a chance to observe people who wanted to go to the Writer's Museum but couldn't because of the one-day strike. One pair, who looked decidedly American-tourist in their apparel (and sounded it in their volume), happened to notice me enjoying the taste of good tobacco. They then gave me a look — no, a glare — that communicated entirely that though I was stood outside my own flat, in my own building, behind a locked heavy wooden door and ten feet above them, the closure of the Writer's Museum was entirely and utterly my fault. Not anyone else standing around. Not the drunks guzzling Tennants in front of the Judge. Me. Which is just bloody typical of a certain tourist mindset, really.
Oh, and I know I harp on about it a lot but have some links:
Æternal Legends goes on sale tomorrow through Lulu, RPGNow and DrivethruRPG.