people won't be people when they hear this sound
Yesterday I went to work, on a Saturday, for four hours. You know that Spider-Man thing about "With great power comes great responsibility?" It's not always a two-way road. Anyway, it wasn't hellish or anything, just another not-sleeping-in morning for me.
Then I went to Fred Meyer to buy things. While wandering the electronics department, Phil Collins's "In The Air Tonight" was blasting and when that famous drum part comes in (everybody knows that drum part), not only did I quietly to myself mini-pantomime the drums with my hands, but I looked up and so did three other people. That was awesome.
Later at Fire on the Mountain, while waiting for my to-go order, the Battles track "Atlas" was playing. I realized I was bobbing my head to that driving rhythm, looked up and made eye contact with another dude doing the same thing. Neither of us stopped, we just sort of smirked at each other and turned away again. And I reflected on how an oatmeal stout on an empty stomach + the anticipation of spicy peanut wings + no more plans for the weekend + infectious good music + a new videogame to destroy my free time = a reasonably good mood.
Oh, yeah, at Fred Meyer I bought The Sims 3. I'm fucked.
On the plus side, it has some weird error where it plays just fine (a tad sluggish) once its installed, but seems to need an entire install every time I play -- it won't load once I've quit it and tried to restart it, although it does remember my saved game -- so that might stop me from playing it all the time. On the other hand, the ordeal it takes to load it up will probably encourage me to play it for longer periods when I do, as opposed to small bursts. All in all, like I said, I'm fucked.
But today, no Sims. Today I do things. I might go buy an office chair. I might go see a movie. I fully intend to write. Write! Edit! Organize! Clean! Exercise! Anything.
As per usual.
Then I went to Fred Meyer to buy things. While wandering the electronics department, Phil Collins's "In The Air Tonight" was blasting and when that famous drum part comes in (everybody knows that drum part), not only did I quietly to myself mini-pantomime the drums with my hands, but I looked up and so did three other people. That was awesome.
Later at Fire on the Mountain, while waiting for my to-go order, the Battles track "Atlas" was playing. I realized I was bobbing my head to that driving rhythm, looked up and made eye contact with another dude doing the same thing. Neither of us stopped, we just sort of smirked at each other and turned away again. And I reflected on how an oatmeal stout on an empty stomach + the anticipation of spicy peanut wings + no more plans for the weekend + infectious good music + a new videogame to destroy my free time = a reasonably good mood.
Oh, yeah, at Fred Meyer I bought The Sims 3. I'm fucked.
On the plus side, it has some weird error where it plays just fine (a tad sluggish) once its installed, but seems to need an entire install every time I play -- it won't load once I've quit it and tried to restart it, although it does remember my saved game -- so that might stop me from playing it all the time. On the other hand, the ordeal it takes to load it up will probably encourage me to play it for longer periods when I do, as opposed to small bursts. All in all, like I said, I'm fucked.
But today, no Sims. Today I do things. I might go buy an office chair. I might go see a movie. I fully intend to write. Write! Edit! Organize! Clean! Exercise! Anything.
As per usual.