a finer palate
Once upon a time a game called Neverwinter Nights wandered into my home. it subsequently found it's way to my room and then computer. afterwords we spent LOTS of time together. simply great friends, we ran around, killed rioting prisoners and just had a good run of things.
then one day warcraft III came to my home, sat NWN down and had a talk with it. it made NWN understand with crystal clarity that i was in fact IT'S bitch. no two ways about it.
it's sortof interesting how somthing can just come into one's life and suck up so much free time for so long. i mean it's not just games. it can be books or women perhaps some music. whenever i stop to think about it i always get the subtle feeling that i'm somehow defective in that. then i think of the people i live with, or used to live with. then i smile and drink a beer.
then one day warcraft III came to my home, sat NWN down and had a talk with it. it made NWN understand with crystal clarity that i was in fact IT'S bitch. no two ways about it.
it's sortof interesting how somthing can just come into one's life and suck up so much free time for so long. i mean it's not just games. it can be books or women perhaps some music. whenever i stop to think about it i always get the subtle feeling that i'm somehow defective in that. then i think of the people i live with, or used to live with. then i smile and drink a beer.