Tropical weather.
A day framed in heavy storming rains gently tapping on our tinfoil covered windows. The winds dancing fevertly about the usual bustle at Coledge Station. The comerce is ever circling never discontinued from gentle breeze to class 4 Hurricanes, the ants go marching show by song.
I decide to stay awake after being woken up at 5:45. An anoyance once, now I hold as excuse to proove to myself just how dedicated to this productivity thing I am. The sun I've been praising so heavily as of late, rises in 20-40 minutes. Roughly. I ponder out loud wether I may glimpse the morning glory from my porch and conclude it is best to stay to inside. Orlando sunrises show me buildings, not horizon.
Nicron sleeps. MAAR plays 3 rounds in a highly customized map for a popular real time strategy game "Warcraft 3: The Frozen Throne" As the third loss is impending we discuss the validity of the hero he, at his request, was randomly given. Ultimately I detirmined his inability to find a viable style with this itty bitty aspect of a map for a game's exspantion, lies inheritly in him. Particulary in his unwillingness to give mathematicly supported alternitives a chance.
MAAR sleeps, 3 hours pass, and after much adieu I sucsessfully dominate the hardest difficulty setting which the map has to offer, using of corse, the aforementioned hero. I check the sky, cloudy, but 80 none the less. I come back in, shoot the shit on AIM for a few. Me and an old gamer buddy, Rulin or Karn depending on the game you know him from. Also worth mentioning is my brief conversations with SmarterChild, I use him to get and critique my horoscope, on a fairly frequent basis.
Nicron sleeps, I feel I need to accomplish so I mossie on to the Fasfa process. Mid way I begin to wear thin, I hold myself awake with the clock. Nicron twiches about in sleep. He opens his eyes briefly, startled by an up beat of some long dead composer's works, echoed in modern recreation, or but a nuance of a spings mid-day dream. Else and this may in truth exsplain, an urge to spy apon the dangers the world may hold, tore him from his dreams of peace. In this moment movement jars my senses, I speak: "What time would you like to be woken up, when is this job interveiw." at what I decide is a concience resceptive friend. A tired "1, 1:30" is snatched and put into center screen. I refrain from further gaming, instead I go back to Fasfa. At 1:20 I prompt Nicron to arise, there is some motion under 2 thick comforters as further questioning reveals this interveiw is at 3pm. I wait, 2 O'Clock rolls around and I imitate an alarm clock with a gentle anouncer imploring him to wake up, while stating the time date day month year. The whole shabang. Engaged and possibly feeling a little shuffled Nicron arises, then gravitates towards the computer, while I slip by him, and grab an early shower..
First orange juice, then I brush my teeth. Sleep is soon to follow. Passed out in the same spot Nicron lay just 30 minutes before, next to Maar. Face up blanket over eyes I lie in peace while Nicron talks in silence to the lady 600 leagues away.
Sleep fades as fast as it had fallen, unaware I am now more awake then MAAR. Nicron is attempting to pry Maar from his slumber and is met with fierce resolve, sleep must be his.
The time is 2:40 I inform MAAR that he needs to wake resulting in him acknowledging his responsibility before letting him return to sleep. Though I do not remember awaking, I return to sleep now. 10 minutes pass, MAAR informs Nicron to take the car, Nicron is after all, the only person with a valid drivers license. My self and Maar are on the suspended Licence list.
Nicron takes the keys and proceeds to Office Max. I return to sleep. Engrossed in my own thoughts of calling up a Stundent hiring service or Auto Trader, a local telesales marketing station. Both are means to an end, a green wall in the distance ever present, looming.
Fin
P.S.
I decide to stay awake after being woken up at 5:45. An anoyance once, now I hold as excuse to proove to myself just how dedicated to this productivity thing I am. The sun I've been praising so heavily as of late, rises in 20-40 minutes. Roughly. I ponder out loud wether I may glimpse the morning glory from my porch and conclude it is best to stay to inside. Orlando sunrises show me buildings, not horizon.
Nicron sleeps. MAAR plays 3 rounds in a highly customized map for a popular real time strategy game "Warcraft 3: The Frozen Throne" As the third loss is impending we discuss the validity of the hero he, at his request, was randomly given. Ultimately I detirmined his inability to find a viable style with this itty bitty aspect of a map for a game's exspantion, lies inheritly in him. Particulary in his unwillingness to give mathematicly supported alternitives a chance.
MAAR sleeps, 3 hours pass, and after much adieu I sucsessfully dominate the hardest difficulty setting which the map has to offer, using of corse, the aforementioned hero. I check the sky, cloudy, but 80 none the less. I come back in, shoot the shit on AIM for a few. Me and an old gamer buddy, Rulin or Karn depending on the game you know him from. Also worth mentioning is my brief conversations with SmarterChild, I use him to get and critique my horoscope, on a fairly frequent basis.
Nicron sleeps, I feel I need to accomplish so I mossie on to the Fasfa process. Mid way I begin to wear thin, I hold myself awake with the clock. Nicron twiches about in sleep. He opens his eyes briefly, startled by an up beat of some long dead composer's works, echoed in modern recreation, or but a nuance of a spings mid-day dream. Else and this may in truth exsplain, an urge to spy apon the dangers the world may hold, tore him from his dreams of peace. In this moment movement jars my senses, I speak: "What time would you like to be woken up, when is this job interveiw." at what I decide is a concience resceptive friend. A tired "1, 1:30" is snatched and put into center screen. I refrain from further gaming, instead I go back to Fasfa. At 1:20 I prompt Nicron to arise, there is some motion under 2 thick comforters as further questioning reveals this interveiw is at 3pm. I wait, 2 O'Clock rolls around and I imitate an alarm clock with a gentle anouncer imploring him to wake up, while stating the time date day month year. The whole shabang. Engaged and possibly feeling a little shuffled Nicron arises, then gravitates towards the computer, while I slip by him, and grab an early shower..
First orange juice, then I brush my teeth. Sleep is soon to follow. Passed out in the same spot Nicron lay just 30 minutes before, next to Maar. Face up blanket over eyes I lie in peace while Nicron talks in silence to the lady 600 leagues away.
Sleep fades as fast as it had fallen, unaware I am now more awake then MAAR. Nicron is attempting to pry Maar from his slumber and is met with fierce resolve, sleep must be his.
The time is 2:40 I inform MAAR that he needs to wake resulting in him acknowledging his responsibility before letting him return to sleep. Though I do not remember awaking, I return to sleep now. 10 minutes pass, MAAR informs Nicron to take the car, Nicron is after all, the only person with a valid drivers license. My self and Maar are on the suspended Licence list.
Nicron takes the keys and proceeds to Office Max. I return to sleep. Engrossed in my own thoughts of calling up a Stundent hiring service or Auto Trader, a local telesales marketing station. Both are means to an end, a green wall in the distance ever present, looming.
Fin
P.S.