Ba-dump ba-dump.
I'm on a train reading a newspaper.
Ba-dump ba-dump.
I briefly wonder how it is that, without fail, there's always maybe five copies of mX in every carriage. Who buys a newspaper just to leave it on the train when they're done?
Ba-dump ba-dump.
There's an entire section entitled 'goss and glamour'. Fascinating. I never fail to be amazed by the voyeuristic zoo built up around the social lives of media and sporting personalities. I don't really care about the dating scene of Hollywood, or about how low-cut whichever new actress' dress is at whatever awards event they're holding this week is, but I guess someone somewhere does or there wouldn't be a paparazzi.
Ba-dump ba-dump.
I guess maybe the mystery newspaper people figure that it's better to let the newspaper get used again by another commuter, rather than abandoned on the coffee table until it gets thrown into the recycling.
Ba-dump ba-dump.
Maybe the newspapers are put there by the staff as a service or something. It'd explain why there's only ever mX, never the Age or the Herald or whatever newspapers we have these days.
Ba-dump ba-dump.
Or maybe it's just that, since mX is so thin and void of substance, it's the only paper that people finish with on a train. Or maybe the other papers all have things useful to people in them, like job ads or stocks or tv guides or something. It occurs to me that I've never really sat down and read through an entire newspaper.
Ba-dump ba-dump.
Oh, this is my stop. I put the newspaper down and get out.
Now I'm at home and I'm trying to reheat leftover chips and sausage rolls from the family's dinner in between Sartharion attempts. I wonder if I need to be eating more greens, and decide that I probably should.
A while later. I'm heading to sleep. Tomorrow is Thursday, I think. I don't have to do anything on Thursday; hooray, a day of rest!
It's maybe midday now and I'm waking up. A little later, I'm doing... nothing. I'm idly wondering if I should maybe go and hang out with someone, or maybe go urban exploring or something. I still feel tired like I did last night, but no longer feel like doing a relaxing nothing for the whole day.
Man, I think. I can't wait until TAFE starts so I can have something to do on Thursdays.
Thursday, 19 February 2009
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
IRL
I find it consistently surprising how interesting real life is.
I mean, until recently I sorta figured real life was what you had to do so you could have leisure time without the electricity being cut off, whether your 'leisure time' entails watching the footy with a beer in one hand or playing Go against Deep Blue or whatever. I started to learn to cook because I figured it'd be nice not to have to live off ramen and pizza when I move out; I found I actually enjoy cooking, especially when I manage to get it right once in a while (frying, you are my nemesis). I started to take an interest in people outside my circle and found that being outgoing and (dare I hope) charismatic is a lot of a better deal than sitting in the corner alone. I discovered a like for tasteful shirts instead of t-shirts with 'witty' comments on them. Today I had my first driving lesson and am already looking forward to next week's - a few months ago I figured that I'd just take public transport everywhere. I'm looking forward to my TAFE course starting in a couple of weeks, both because it'll be interesting to learn new things and it'll be interesting to meet new people.
It's odd, I guess. At any rate, now that I'm actually doing things almost every day I'm starting to find I have less and less time for the vidya - when I feel like playing at all. Red Alert 3, which I was quite into recently, pushing my ranking on the ladder up to maybe #800, is slowly falling by the wayside. WoW I don't log onto except to raid or if someone wants some help doing something - I've even missed two full seasonal events, though I was all for a purple proto-prake when Hallow's End finished. I played the Dawn of War II beta maybe twice even though I enjoy the tactical perspective it's taken. I haven't opened TF2 for ages. Left 4 Dead is really the only game I'm playing at the moment, and that's mostly because it's what my friends are playing - and I suppose it helps that it plays completely differently to traditional, symmetric FPS games, an emphasis on fun rather than competition.
Ending note: God cars are sensitive. I guess 'cos it's a ton or two of metal you'll be moving you want to apply a little strength to it, but it seems that more than a feather's weight is far too much. I guess I'll get better with practice, but still.
I mean, until recently I sorta figured real life was what you had to do so you could have leisure time without the electricity being cut off, whether your 'leisure time' entails watching the footy with a beer in one hand or playing Go against Deep Blue or whatever. I started to learn to cook because I figured it'd be nice not to have to live off ramen and pizza when I move out; I found I actually enjoy cooking, especially when I manage to get it right once in a while (frying, you are my nemesis). I started to take an interest in people outside my circle and found that being outgoing and (dare I hope) charismatic is a lot of a better deal than sitting in the corner alone. I discovered a like for tasteful shirts instead of t-shirts with 'witty' comments on them. Today I had my first driving lesson and am already looking forward to next week's - a few months ago I figured that I'd just take public transport everywhere. I'm looking forward to my TAFE course starting in a couple of weeks, both because it'll be interesting to learn new things and it'll be interesting to meet new people.
It's odd, I guess. At any rate, now that I'm actually doing things almost every day I'm starting to find I have less and less time for the vidya - when I feel like playing at all. Red Alert 3, which I was quite into recently, pushing my ranking on the ladder up to maybe #800, is slowly falling by the wayside. WoW I don't log onto except to raid or if someone wants some help doing something - I've even missed two full seasonal events, though I was all for a purple proto-prake when Hallow's End finished. I played the Dawn of War II beta maybe twice even though I enjoy the tactical perspective it's taken. I haven't opened TF2 for ages. Left 4 Dead is really the only game I'm playing at the moment, and that's mostly because it's what my friends are playing - and I suppose it helps that it plays completely differently to traditional, symmetric FPS games, an emphasis on fun rather than competition.
Ending note: God cars are sensitive. I guess 'cos it's a ton or two of metal you'll be moving you want to apply a little strength to it, but it seems that more than a feather's weight is far too much. I guess I'll get better with practice, but still.
Sunday, 1 February 2009
Thursday, 29 January 2009
River of Dreams
...
Quiet. Darkness.
"...nothing to lose..." ...Sally dreamt of being an engineer... ...Remus looked back at her, suddenly realising just how devestatingly he had hurt her... "...I love boats," she said, leaning back against the seat and enjoying the gentle rocking... ...filled with sadness and rage, Celeste screamed and threw herself into the fray... ...she smiled with satisfaction as the chocolate on the tray in front of her hardened into beatiful sculptures... ...and he could hear it coming closer as he ran, its breath hot on the back of his neck and its snorting loud as thunder in his ears, and as he tried to gain ground he looked over his shoulder and-
CRACK!
I sit up from my bed in a start, shards of adventure and scraps of emotion falling around me in a glorious shower of colour. In a frenzy of passion, I rush to my computer, bring up a blank page and begin to write and-
My fingers pause, hovering over my keyboard. In the background, the rainbow is turning grey and hardening, and when I turn there's nothing there but my bed.
With a sigh, I jot down a summary of my grand idea and save it, to be forgotten in the depths of a folder of broken dreams. I return to my bed and try to sleep, all the time searching, once again, for a place I can't recall.
One day something will survive the journey from my mind to my paper, and when it does, it will be the greatest story ever told.
Quiet. Darkness.
"...nothing to lose..." ...Sally dreamt of being an engineer... ...Remus looked back at her, suddenly realising just how devestatingly he had hurt her... "...I love boats," she said, leaning back against the seat and enjoying the gentle rocking... ...filled with sadness and rage, Celeste screamed and threw herself into the fray... ...she smiled with satisfaction as the chocolate on the tray in front of her hardened into beatiful sculptures... ...and he could hear it coming closer as he ran, its breath hot on the back of his neck and its snorting loud as thunder in his ears, and as he tried to gain ground he looked over his shoulder and-
CRACK!
I sit up from my bed in a start, shards of adventure and scraps of emotion falling around me in a glorious shower of colour. In a frenzy of passion, I rush to my computer, bring up a blank page and begin to write and-
My fingers pause, hovering over my keyboard. In the background, the rainbow is turning grey and hardening, and when I turn there's nothing there but my bed.
With a sigh, I jot down a summary of my grand idea and save it, to be forgotten in the depths of a folder of broken dreams. I return to my bed and try to sleep, all the time searching, once again, for a place I can't recall.
One day something will survive the journey from my mind to my paper, and when it does, it will be the greatest story ever told.
Monday, 26 January 2009
Taters precious
11pm.
"Hmm... Scalloped potatoes?"
Venture forth into the kitchen!
Missing reagent: Potato
;_;
"Hmm... Scalloped potatoes?"
Venture forth into the kitchen!
Missing reagent: Potato
;_;
Sunday, 2 November 2008
Weather
I find it interesting that it's warmer in my room, which is dark and at the east side of the house, than it is outside and in direct sunlight. I suppose it makes sense - my body heat plus my computer's heat plus the insulation of walls and closed curtains - but I just have this idea that it's supposed to be cooler out of the sun.
On a related note, summer sucks. Heat induces apathy, and with an already apathetic person like me, there's not much left that I feel like doing.
On a related note, summer sucks. Heat induces apathy, and with an already apathetic person like me, there's not much left that I feel like doing.
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
RAGE
Sinister Squashling drops from HH. Outrolled.
Do the fires quest for smash the pumpkin. Two other people in my group get a Squashling. I don't.
Do HH for a friend's achievement. Squashling drops. Outrolled.
In the space of like 3 hours.
RAGE
Do the fires quest for smash the pumpkin. Two other people in my group get a Squashling. I don't.
Do HH for a friend's achievement. Squashling drops. Outrolled.
In the space of like 3 hours.
RAGE
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