Small Pleasures, Small Updates
I've been pretty down lately... Last Sunday in particular was a very bad day for no reason at all, which hasn't happened to that degree in over a year. I wrote about it, but it's too depressing and distressing to inflict on anyone else. Suffice to say, I spent the whole day trapped in my own head and didn't much enjoy it in there.
But things are looking up! I wrote an article (for my own web site, wheee!) that I'm quite proud of (goes up on Monday), and we've been putting together something pretty ambitious for the site next week. I and several other people put in a lot of work today getting everything squared away, and I'm really excited at how it's shaping up. Special props to my writers and support staff (teehee), who are really rising to the occasion.
At work yesterday I walked past a meeting room wherein an attractive young woman was talking about the perils of immortality. That night, I was browsing about MySpace (oh, MySpace) and chanced upon a cluster of attractive young women who dress up as Battlestar Galactica characters (whom they actually quite resemble) and go to cons. Cute nerdy girls truly warm the heart.
In between there somewhere I stayed late trying out a prototype game, which was fun, and earlier in the week I got tapped to do some Creative work for another game in the pipeline. The game is really amusing, and the writing should be an enjoyable challenge.
Tonight, at shardavarius's behest, I went to the store with him and bought a racquetball racquet (racquetball racquet... whose bright idea was that gem of a phrase?) and goggles so we could play on the court in our complex. We knocked the ball around to warm up and then played an actual game, wherein I lost 15-0. But of course that didn't matter much. I got a great workout and had fun, and now I find myself smiling for no reason. Silly endorphins.
This regular exercise thing is something I could get used to. (And yet I'm still staying up too late; what's up with that?) I did get really worn out, more worn out than is really reasonable, and I know from experience that I'll be sore tomorrow. But if I start getting more exercise, these matters should improve. Damn, that felt good. Great idea, Shard! Let's play again soon.
Anyway, I've been rotten about keeping people updated lately. I still haven't written about Geneva (that window is closing; have to do that before the crispiness fades), and I've gotten some nice letters from several wonderful people who really deserve replies (dascribe, I'm thinking of you). I'd been in more of a funk than I realized, but now that I'm up for air, expect to hear more from me.
EDIT: Oh, and I found my phone. It was in my backpack the entire time, and I do now remember bringing it with me on my trip so I'd have my phone numbers if I needed them. So that's a load off.
Quote of the day:
"He walked slowly up and down the room, with that comical, whimsical expression on his face, habitual to him, clapping his hands softly together to keep time, as he chanted in a low tone, 'We shall never get there, we shall never get there.' As he passed me I said, 'Where, Henri?' And he chanted on, 'To the sea, to the sea, to the sea.'"
--From Barbara Tuchmann's The Guns of August
But things are looking up! I wrote an article (for my own web site, wheee!) that I'm quite proud of (goes up on Monday), and we've been putting together something pretty ambitious for the site next week. I and several other people put in a lot of work today getting everything squared away, and I'm really excited at how it's shaping up. Special props to my writers and support staff (teehee), who are really rising to the occasion.
At work yesterday I walked past a meeting room wherein an attractive young woman was talking about the perils of immortality. That night, I was browsing about MySpace (oh, MySpace) and chanced upon a cluster of attractive young women who dress up as Battlestar Galactica characters (whom they actually quite resemble) and go to cons. Cute nerdy girls truly warm the heart.
In between there somewhere I stayed late trying out a prototype game, which was fun, and earlier in the week I got tapped to do some Creative work for another game in the pipeline. The game is really amusing, and the writing should be an enjoyable challenge.
Tonight, at shardavarius's behest, I went to the store with him and bought a racquetball racquet (racquetball racquet... whose bright idea was that gem of a phrase?) and goggles so we could play on the court in our complex. We knocked the ball around to warm up and then played an actual game, wherein I lost 15-0. But of course that didn't matter much. I got a great workout and had fun, and now I find myself smiling for no reason. Silly endorphins.
This regular exercise thing is something I could get used to. (And yet I'm still staying up too late; what's up with that?) I did get really worn out, more worn out than is really reasonable, and I know from experience that I'll be sore tomorrow. But if I start getting more exercise, these matters should improve. Damn, that felt good. Great idea, Shard! Let's play again soon.
Anyway, I've been rotten about keeping people updated lately. I still haven't written about Geneva (that window is closing; have to do that before the crispiness fades), and I've gotten some nice letters from several wonderful people who really deserve replies (dascribe, I'm thinking of you). I'd been in more of a funk than I realized, but now that I'm up for air, expect to hear more from me.
EDIT: Oh, and I found my phone. It was in my backpack the entire time, and I do now remember bringing it with me on my trip so I'd have my phone numbers if I needed them. So that's a load off.
Quote of the day:
"He walked slowly up and down the room, with that comical, whimsical expression on his face, habitual to him, clapping his hands softly together to keep time, as he chanted in a low tone, 'We shall never get there, we shall never get there.' As he passed me I said, 'Where, Henri?' And he chanted on, 'To the sea, to the sea, to the sea.'"
--From Barbara Tuchmann's The Guns of August