WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH (or 'Seamus needs to update more often so there's less to talk about at once.')
Summer of '09 went nicely, actually. New car. First (so far only) barcrawl. Some decent work = money. Good times with friends and loved ones. Curiously, if I yanked a trick from the old Redwall books, I'd name it the Summer of Unexpected Reunions. Lots of people I hadn't seen in a while (mostly of the Class of '03-'05 B.C.H. crowd) made reappearances. Galligan, Joyce, P.J., the other assorted batch of guys named Kelly, Mullet. Nice to know they're all still kicking, and many of them are regularly sighted these days.
In case you missed it: I'm a huge fucking nerd. Exhibit A: Been bouncing around the D&D scene like a d20 on crack for the better part of a year now, but up until recently it was restrained to the small group that Damian roped together when 4E first came out. I could tell myself sweet, sweet lies that my geeky addiction was under control. But not anymore. A consequence of the SoUR (hmmm, not the best acronym ever) was, as mentioned above, meeting Mullet again. Next thing I know, I'm playing regular in Mullet's Eberron campaign. Just last weekend I went to a D&D Game Day and then played in a campaign run by the group's OTHER regular DM, and I really like the character I've made, so I'm hoping to be a regular there, as well. This is all tempered by the recently conflicted schedules and rare sessions of 'my' group, but still . . .
School. Oh, you intimidating bastard. Senior year, I believe. Very odd, very strange. Aside from the obvious gibbering terror at all things future-related, I'm not sure how I feel about it. Will everything go alright, will I graduate 'on-time', have the last four years actually been productive after the ups and downs or am I utterly boned in such a large way that scientists are befuddled by the physics of it?
There are a number of movies I have not seen that I really want to. "District 9" and "Inglorious Basterds" for example. Yet for some reason I haven't seen a one. Saw "Ponyo" a while back, which satisfied my inner child, but my inner science fiction fan and inner woo-let's-kill-some-nazis,-it's-good-old-american-fun have yet to be sated. Part of it is without a doubt my own apathy biting me in the ass, but I suspect another culprit is the money.
Hey, did you notice? Economy sucks. So does buying textbooks, gas, etc, etc, etc. I want money. I need money. I want goods and services that REQUIRE me to hand over money. And yet I do not have a steady influx of money. Thus, no goods, no services. Nevermind the goods and services that my inner manchild demand, there are serious goods and services that are not as secure as they should be. This is a problem, one I know thousands of others my age are dealing with. I can symapthize with them, yes. This does not stop me from seeing most of my age-mates as competition for work, leaving me idly wishing that I could challenge them to a duel to the death for any job they may have. Once again I find myself thinking that if pillaging were still a legitimate career option, I'd be much better off. I can think of several friends who might agree. There'd be jeeps, and broadswords, and pilfered shiny things and the lamentations of the women.
Alas, I fear that any attempt to ravage the countryside would end in a severe dose of lead poisoning delivered by these people called police officers, via these things they call guns. A pity. Back to filling out applications.
Note: Haven't slept in 29 hours. Insomnia/anxiety about oversleeping and missing class (irony, eh?) is a complete and utter bitch, but the delirium is interesting. To wit, WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
In case you missed it: I'm a huge fucking nerd. Exhibit A: Been bouncing around the D&D scene like a d20 on crack for the better part of a year now, but up until recently it was restrained to the small group that Damian roped together when 4E first came out. I could tell myself sweet, sweet lies that my geeky addiction was under control. But not anymore. A consequence of the SoUR (hmmm, not the best acronym ever) was, as mentioned above, meeting Mullet again. Next thing I know, I'm playing regular in Mullet's Eberron campaign. Just last weekend I went to a D&D Game Day and then played in a campaign run by the group's OTHER regular DM, and I really like the character I've made, so I'm hoping to be a regular there, as well. This is all tempered by the recently conflicted schedules and rare sessions of 'my' group, but still . . .
School. Oh, you intimidating bastard. Senior year, I believe. Very odd, very strange. Aside from the obvious gibbering terror at all things future-related, I'm not sure how I feel about it. Will everything go alright, will I graduate 'on-time', have the last four years actually been productive after the ups and downs or am I utterly boned in such a large way that scientists are befuddled by the physics of it?
There are a number of movies I have not seen that I really want to. "District 9" and "Inglorious Basterds" for example. Yet for some reason I haven't seen a one. Saw "Ponyo" a while back, which satisfied my inner child, but my inner science fiction fan and inner woo-let's-kill-some-nazis,-it's-good-old-american-fun have yet to be sated. Part of it is without a doubt my own apathy biting me in the ass, but I suspect another culprit is the money.
Hey, did you notice? Economy sucks. So does buying textbooks, gas, etc, etc, etc. I want money. I need money. I want goods and services that REQUIRE me to hand over money. And yet I do not have a steady influx of money. Thus, no goods, no services. Nevermind the goods and services that my inner manchild demand, there are serious goods and services that are not as secure as they should be. This is a problem, one I know thousands of others my age are dealing with. I can symapthize with them, yes. This does not stop me from seeing most of my age-mates as competition for work, leaving me idly wishing that I could challenge them to a duel to the death for any job they may have. Once again I find myself thinking that if pillaging were still a legitimate career option, I'd be much better off. I can think of several friends who might agree. There'd be jeeps, and broadswords, and pilfered shiny things and the lamentations of the women.
Alas, I fear that any attempt to ravage the countryside would end in a severe dose of lead poisoning delivered by these people called police officers, via these things they call guns. A pity. Back to filling out applications.
Note: Haven't slept in 29 hours. Insomnia/anxiety about oversleeping and missing class (irony, eh?) is a complete and utter bitch, but the delirium is interesting. To wit, WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!