I'm not playing Lion
So piss off, Jed!
Weirdness abounds at the RMC the other day. Having no Gameboy game to play on all day, I've been fondling my desk toys. One in particular is one of those collapsing ball things. You know, the one that's made out of a collapsing frame that expands to about twice the original size and looks like Sputnik when it's collapsed down. Right, anyway. So I'm piddling with this thing for the better part of the day and the Office Immature Flaming Homosexual (every office has one, ours is titled Randy haw haw) with whom I have have spoken with maybe three times since I started there just strikes up friendly conversation. At my desk. While I'm on a call. Like tweece. It's pretty obvious he's hitting on me and I'm confused as all hell. I've had gay men hit on me before, which never bothered me. What bothered me here is that Randy doesn't like me. I don't like him, he's a retarded little monkey and we've pretty much silently agreed to stay away from each other because I hate retarded monkies and he doesn't like people who buy underwear from Wal-Mart. I'm pondering this all while talking to some damn Arkansan who doesn't want to pay their phone bill for the umpteenth month in a row and playing with the little ball when I notice Randy's eyes flicker happily to the ball.
Then it hits me. The fucking ball is rainbow colored.
Someone fucking help me, here. I know I'm somewhat retarded for not catching this earlier, but goddamnit. When did the homosexual liberation front lay claim to all multi-colored-happy items? Curse them all!
A few days ago, Neverwinter Nights decided to fuck up my savegame (I have subsequently patchx0red the fuxx0r) and forced me to re-make and "cheat" my guy back to the way he was. Of course, this is when some rather stupid wanderings of my mind occurred. When you cheat through a game, you sort've ruin all the fun of working through it and playing it out for the experience of earning what sort of "powerups" and stuff you get. Were I to edit a 20th level Monk and just beat ass all over town with it, I would get the feel of raw ultimate powah and all which is beatings. But if I wanted to then turn around and try and play through the game with a monk, it'd seem pretty lame by comparison.
This is a really long, geeky, and poorly constructed metaphor on my life. Sometimes I just feel like I've done so fucking much and gone through alot that the rest is kinda... well, rehashed. This isn't about me having a "torn childhood!" or some crap. It's just that I've been through alot the world has to throw down, and now it feels like there's nothing new. Now that I'm with Kim, that's pretty much the last thing on my "to do" list for life. I suppose the only thing I haven't really had or bothered to "shoot for" is having an average, consistent life. I hate marking time, and I hate waiting (even though I'm pretty fucking good at it). I suppose I should just try to learn to simmer the fuck down and just cruise for awhile since I can. I just hate it. Hate hate hatecookies. Fuckit. I'm just rambling.
One week till vacation. Hoohah.
Anjin-san off.
Weirdness abounds at the RMC the other day. Having no Gameboy game to play on all day, I've been fondling my desk toys. One in particular is one of those collapsing ball things. You know, the one that's made out of a collapsing frame that expands to about twice the original size and looks like Sputnik when it's collapsed down. Right, anyway. So I'm piddling with this thing for the better part of the day and the Office Immature Flaming Homosexual (every office has one, ours is titled Randy haw haw) with whom I have have spoken with maybe three times since I started there just strikes up friendly conversation. At my desk. While I'm on a call. Like tweece. It's pretty obvious he's hitting on me and I'm confused as all hell. I've had gay men hit on me before, which never bothered me. What bothered me here is that Randy doesn't like me. I don't like him, he's a retarded little monkey and we've pretty much silently agreed to stay away from each other because I hate retarded monkies and he doesn't like people who buy underwear from Wal-Mart. I'm pondering this all while talking to some damn Arkansan who doesn't want to pay their phone bill for the umpteenth month in a row and playing with the little ball when I notice Randy's eyes flicker happily to the ball.
Then it hits me. The fucking ball is rainbow colored.
Someone fucking help me, here. I know I'm somewhat retarded for not catching this earlier, but goddamnit. When did the homosexual liberation front lay claim to all multi-colored-happy items? Curse them all!
A few days ago, Neverwinter Nights decided to fuck up my savegame (I have subsequently patchx0red the fuxx0r) and forced me to re-make and "cheat" my guy back to the way he was. Of course, this is when some rather stupid wanderings of my mind occurred. When you cheat through a game, you sort've ruin all the fun of working through it and playing it out for the experience of earning what sort of "powerups" and stuff you get. Were I to edit a 20th level Monk and just beat ass all over town with it, I would get the feel of raw ultimate powah and all which is beatings. But if I wanted to then turn around and try and play through the game with a monk, it'd seem pretty lame by comparison.
This is a really long, geeky, and poorly constructed metaphor on my life. Sometimes I just feel like I've done so fucking much and gone through alot that the rest is kinda... well, rehashed. This isn't about me having a "torn childhood!" or some crap. It's just that I've been through alot the world has to throw down, and now it feels like there's nothing new. Now that I'm with Kim, that's pretty much the last thing on my "to do" list for life. I suppose the only thing I haven't really had or bothered to "shoot for" is having an average, consistent life. I hate marking time, and I hate waiting (even though I'm pretty fucking good at it). I suppose I should just try to learn to simmer the fuck down and just cruise for awhile since I can. I just hate it. Hate hate hatecookies. Fuckit. I'm just rambling.
One week till vacation. Hoohah.
Anjin-san off.