Yeeeaaarrgh.
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xyzzysqrlFor the record, mom's all right now. Thanks for the concern. Here's hoping things stay good for her.
Not much going on with me. Writing like a mad fiend. Never before have I been tempted to use "What the blazing steaming smoking hell HAPPENED here, people?!" as the opening line of a review. Having some trouble articulating my thoughts properly, but it'll come.
After this review's out, I'm thinking maybe I'll play through one of the Great Old RPGs, Foretold in Prophecy again. It'd be nice to play through Phantasy Star IV with some conception of what I'm doing this time. Alternately I could look for the Legend of Legaia 2 CD and make a Chesty's Magical Funfunfun Whackin' Stuff Adventure Christmas Special post over to the sadly neglecting games community.
Odds are most likely that I'll go back to Romancing SaGa 3 though. Or Ur-Quan Masters. God bless StarCon 2. Best space game ever.
I'm also idly considering hooking up a microphone and making a live SQRL Radio broadcast, except that I am not a DJ, I cannot be a DJ, and most of my musical 'taste' would send you lovely darlings screaming into the streets. Still, it's an option, if only for an excuse to sit and talk to myself for three hours while using words like "spin" and "funkotronic pulsification". Don't you touch that blabbitywaaaaou!
Life continues, as it tends to do. It is roughly seven thousand degrees below zero and snowing here now. We're all going to die in a winter wonderland. It will be very pretty. Hoorah, hoorah.
I've taken to keeping a wad of string next to the PC. Whenever I'm not really doing anything, I reach over and twiddle twiddle fumble knot knot tug. It's weirdly soothing but it's starting to look like a tribble gone horribly wrong. This kind of amuses me. I want to get some googly eyes and stick them on there, except that would personify it to the point where I'd be sad if I actually untangled it. Some days I question my mental focus, and then I remember it doesn't exist.
... Hrm. I'm less erudite than I used to be. I need to retune myself to Raving Mode and get some focal point into my laser-like field of fire so I can make with the funny.
Not much going on with me. Writing like a mad fiend. Never before have I been tempted to use "What the blazing steaming smoking hell HAPPENED here, people?!" as the opening line of a review. Having some trouble articulating my thoughts properly, but it'll come.
After this review's out, I'm thinking maybe I'll play through one of the Great Old RPGs, Foretold in Prophecy again. It'd be nice to play through Phantasy Star IV with some conception of what I'm doing this time. Alternately I could look for the Legend of Legaia 2 CD and make a Chesty's Magical Funfunfun Whackin' Stuff Adventure Christmas Special post over to the sadly neglecting games community.
Odds are most likely that I'll go back to Romancing SaGa 3 though. Or Ur-Quan Masters. God bless StarCon 2. Best space game ever.
I'm also idly considering hooking up a microphone and making a live SQRL Radio broadcast, except that I am not a DJ, I cannot be a DJ, and most of my musical 'taste' would send you lovely darlings screaming into the streets. Still, it's an option, if only for an excuse to sit and talk to myself for three hours while using words like "spin" and "funkotronic pulsification". Don't you touch that blabbitywaaaaou!
Life continues, as it tends to do. It is roughly seven thousand degrees below zero and snowing here now. We're all going to die in a winter wonderland. It will be very pretty. Hoorah, hoorah.
I've taken to keeping a wad of string next to the PC. Whenever I'm not really doing anything, I reach over and twiddle twiddle fumble knot knot tug. It's weirdly soothing but it's starting to look like a tribble gone horribly wrong. This kind of amuses me. I want to get some googly eyes and stick them on there, except that would personify it to the point where I'd be sad if I actually untangled it. Some days I question my mental focus, and then I remember it doesn't exist.
... Hrm. I'm less erudite than I used to be. I need to retune myself to Raving Mode and get some focal point into my laser-like field of fire so I can make with the funny.
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