BMX XXXXMas. ... ish.
So I've managed to let this thing slip far behind and stuff. Today was surprisingly mellow for a Christmas - my family got along with each other despite the yearly need to start pointing fingers and saying who sucks more, etc. I was kinda surprised at myself for not really getting all that excited about the whole holiday like I used to. I was pretty amp'd about getting everyone stuff and waiting to see if they'd really like it or not, bu tthere really wasn't anything this year that I really wanted with all the tyrannous passion of a five year old child. Just knickknacks I wanted (like the metric fuckton of Bionicles I asked for and received) and little things. As far as stuff goes, I was pretty well shocked that Kim got me a Gamecube along with Prime just because I didn't realize how much I wanted one till I opened the box and did the happy (yet masculine) dance of joy.
By the way - mine's Platinum. I am now a measurable percentage cooler than most people reading this. Silver Gamecubes are the penis extentions of the future.
I suppose I still haven't managed to reall "ground" myself after my little episode post-GenCon. As stupid as it sounds, I'm still trying to fit back into my own body and the space I take up in people's lives. There's a good portion of time each day where I just don't feel like I'm there still, and having wants and crap like that fits in with that. I've gotten a little too set in the idea of being pratical with myself to the point where I feel like I'm wasting valuable time if I'm sitting around for more than 20 minutes watching TV or playing on the computer or whatever. I feel more like a 60 year old senior partner of a law firm than what I am. Bills to pay, deadlines to meet, excercise routines to maintain, schedule to adhere to, bleh bleh bleh la dee fucklicking da.
Interestingly enough, my temper and mood has seriously improved now that I've gotten more regular with my excercise. Except the incident with the kitchen chairs. Three were working, two were broken, so I got some nails and a hammer. By the time I was done, I had three working and two broken beyond most recognition. But those three are now set for a very long time. Hopefully now they're girded against the incoming wave of doom known as NEW YEAR'S EVE. People start trickling in on the 27th and it's all going to get fuzzy from then on. My only resolution is to not get sick and do the (Dave-named) "Back Alley Backflip" into a pool of my own happy meal and self-pity. Can't believe that was a fucking year ago.
In the short term, I got to gets me a goddamned memory card for the GameCube so I can stop playing the first five minutes of Prime over and over just so I can drool. Also need to get a parallel cable so Espada (the new desktop) and Professor can get connected and let me move all the AEG files back and forth. Also need to gank about $50 and get that last gift for Kim that I didn't have the balls to brave the mall for on the 24th. I love Kim dearly but I don't think she'd be happy if I lost a few limbs in the process. She likes them. Y'know?
Other than that, Morrowind sucks. I've had the fucking thing for 9 months and it was the first game I bought that made it clear that the Professor's vid card was total crap. Morrowind set me down the path that ended with me getting a new Dell desktop so I can have a more secure file storage for my text files and something I can play games on. And now having played it for an hour or two... I think it's a nice piece of pressed shit in CD form. Danny seemed to like it, so when he gets his ass ungrounded, I'll just pass it on.
Anyway, my whole body aches from being sick this morning and getting no good sleep last nite, so I'll end this rambling before it gets further out of hand.
Anjin-san off.
By the way - mine's Platinum. I am now a measurable percentage cooler than most people reading this. Silver Gamecubes are the penis extentions of the future.
I suppose I still haven't managed to reall "ground" myself after my little episode post-GenCon. As stupid as it sounds, I'm still trying to fit back into my own body and the space I take up in people's lives. There's a good portion of time each day where I just don't feel like I'm there still, and having wants and crap like that fits in with that. I've gotten a little too set in the idea of being pratical with myself to the point where I feel like I'm wasting valuable time if I'm sitting around for more than 20 minutes watching TV or playing on the computer or whatever. I feel more like a 60 year old senior partner of a law firm than what I am. Bills to pay, deadlines to meet, excercise routines to maintain, schedule to adhere to, bleh bleh bleh la dee fucklicking da.
Interestingly enough, my temper and mood has seriously improved now that I've gotten more regular with my excercise. Except the incident with the kitchen chairs. Three were working, two were broken, so I got some nails and a hammer. By the time I was done, I had three working and two broken beyond most recognition. But those three are now set for a very long time. Hopefully now they're girded against the incoming wave of doom known as NEW YEAR'S EVE. People start trickling in on the 27th and it's all going to get fuzzy from then on. My only resolution is to not get sick and do the (Dave-named) "Back Alley Backflip" into a pool of my own happy meal and self-pity. Can't believe that was a fucking year ago.
In the short term, I got to gets me a goddamned memory card for the GameCube so I can stop playing the first five minutes of Prime over and over just so I can drool. Also need to get a parallel cable so Espada (the new desktop) and Professor can get connected and let me move all the AEG files back and forth. Also need to gank about $50 and get that last gift for Kim that I didn't have the balls to brave the mall for on the 24th. I love Kim dearly but I don't think she'd be happy if I lost a few limbs in the process. She likes them. Y'know?
Other than that, Morrowind sucks. I've had the fucking thing for 9 months and it was the first game I bought that made it clear that the Professor's vid card was total crap. Morrowind set me down the path that ended with me getting a new Dell desktop so I can have a more secure file storage for my text files and something I can play games on. And now having played it for an hour or two... I think it's a nice piece of pressed shit in CD form. Danny seemed to like it, so when he gets his ass ungrounded, I'll just pass it on.
Anyway, my whole body aches from being sick this morning and getting no good sleep last nite, so I'll end this rambling before it gets further out of hand.
Anjin-san off.