So over the past year or so, on those rare occasions when I have some free time and find myself lacking in the mental clarity department, I load up the game called Magic The Gathering Arena. It’s a free game that only the stupidest people spend money on. Well… apparently a vast majority of these players are that stupid as they spend far too much $$$ to obtain imaginary NON-real cards. My guess is this is in order to feel good about themselves, seeing how their lives suck with them still living in their mom’s basements, I can see their side.
My decks on average have about 3-4 rare/mythic cards in them. My opponents’ decks (a.k.a. “tools”) entire deck$ are nothing but rare$ and mythic rare card$. You see you can purcha$e these card$ or you can “grind” to get them by playing the game for free as I’ve been doing for the past year. Well the latest update release for the game was last week and in all three games I attempted to play (HAVE FUN???) I faced persons with purchased decks.
Must be nice not having a mortgage.
I should give up on the game. I should…
Why don’t I?
I don’t mind losing some games, say about 50% of them. What ends up happening is that when you face TOOL player$ you end up losing about 95% of them and who enjoys that?
I should focus more on getting one of my novels cleaned up. I would… I should…
The reason I don’t is that I’m tired. It’s not mentally challenging to play these games and it is supposed to allow me some time to wind down. Instead, all it does is piss me off that there are so many Dwights out there.
Get a clue.
Get a life.
Get a mortgage.
Today, is Oct 4th. (Yeah I know you can see the date in the red box alongside this post).
I’m feeling as if I’m around the 85-90% mark in the story. So that means I should be getting close to be being done with the first draft. (Yippie!)
I started it at the end of January, so that is about 9.5 months ago.
Geez I’m slow.
Kids, job, wife, therapy, homework, stuff, things, CPS, running again, getting our roof replaced, cooking, blah, Union stuff, more blah… FORMATTING MY EFFING COMPUTER OVER AND OVER AGAIN BECAUSE LINUX SUCKS, moar blah…
You get the idea.
(Life is one of those colorful four-letter words that you aren’t supposed to use in public)
So… This all means that I’m feeling as if I should have been further along.
Still… I’m going to stick through it. I’ve not lost interest in this story. Yes, I’ve along the way, gotten newer story ideas but I’ve tried keeping those moments of inspiration to just a paragraph and left them to ferment in my possible “Next Story” staging area.
Getting back to the LINUX EFFING SUCKS topic. Since March-ish I’ve been installing various Linux distro’s, as I’m trying to learn how to use it, and within a few weeks of running each install, they would develop a peculiar bug where the session wouldn’t suspend properly. Yes, I know, first world problems. But honestly, I expect my computer to pick up right where I left off instead of having to reboot the damn thing every time and re-opening all the various apps I had up and running. I’m back on Ubuntu classic again. mxLinux, ZorinOS15, all you other guys, go suck a big fat one you “Mother%^&boards”
Gee, look at the time.
Time to SUSPEND my laptop and pick up where I’m leaving off at lunch (thanks Ubuntu Classic) and post this page.
Tootles for now….
This show is great.
I just started season 2 and am sorry to learn that it stopped at season 3.
I want to say more but it’s my lunch right now and I’m too busy watching.
It’s all delicious fuel for the abstract mind.
… and now to other things.
Yes, I really was visited by CPS last week. I’m going to do a write up on the event at some point in the near future.
Currently, I’m getting LibreOffice and other software installed on my travel laptop so that will have to finish first.
I’m also going to start looking for another job posting as the one I’ve been at, as easy as its been, isn’t very fulfilling.
Life… people desire to feel needed but also not being stuck in something pointless. Some people crave crazy while others are more comfortable with some level of predictability. We all have varying levels of these needs.
lunchtime is over…
tootles for now
Thanks for stopping by.
Oh… your still here?
We’ll I guess I better elaborate a bit more on my initial topic sentence.
You see it all started when these neighborhood kids starting walking on my lawn. I got out of my rocker and waggled my cane at them yelling “Get off my lawn!”
Well one thing led to another and then the cops showed up. As the cops were ducking my head into the back of one of their paddy wagons (that’s old timer speak for you whipper snappers out there), I broke free and yelled at them and their dog, “I would have gotten away with too if it hadn’t been for you kids and your dog!”
what was I talking about again?
why don’t you visit more? I get lonely here…
Hey kid, wanna pull my finger?
So…. the kids and I are getting into the car (2006 subaru Baja baby!) and a song comes on the radio. My son(9) says, “This must be your favorite song.” I say, “No, what makes you think that?” He says, “Its always on.” I pause momentarily to process that statement. The song was playing on the radio and I then explain that to him and say I have no control over what they play. My daughter then asks, “What is your favorite song?” I process that and one of the first things to come to mind is the song ‘Blue Monday’ by New Order.” (This song is 30+ years ago). “But… the Orgy remix of it is also one of my favorites.” (holy noodle lovers that song is 20+ years ago).
They didn’t say anything and we’re at a red light so I picked up my phone and spoke to google and had the youtube video of the orgy version start playing so they could hear it.
The light turned green and we puttered off as the song continued and I began thinking to myself ‘Do the kids even know what an orgy is?’
That wasn’t something I wanted to explore at that moment but it didn’t stop my mind from going on yet another tangent of… ‘what is the worst band name i’ve ever heard of?’ I would have to say it’s Butthole Surfers. Then my mind decided to double down and come up with my own twisted band name and came up with Nipples Shavings.
Yep, breaking news, here and now. The name of my never-ventual band will be Nipple Shavings.
Your welcome world!
I think Pull My Finger was already taken
Tootles ya Noodles
So just last week I was attending a Union training meeting and ran into a prior Dwight victim from my old place of employment. We started talking war stories and I mentioned Dwight had once used the phrase “I’ve been called worse by better people.”
I’m going to spend some time dissecting that statement.
The statement essentially means that means somebody you hold in high esteem, has an even worse opinion of you than the person addressing you.
Me: Dwight, you are a disturbed person and not a good fit for this unit. You should to step aside and stop being the manager.
Dwight: Yeah… well… I’m so bad at my job that my own parents think I need to quit and check myself into a mental institution. So take that!
Insult me by saying you’ve been insulted far worse than what I’ve done.
Essentially my “educated” guess/speculation/THOUGHT EXPERIMENT is that dark matter is the residual decay of prior Universes.
It’s sad. I’ve become the enemy. The person that wishes my kids were back in school. Back in the day I mentally swore to myself I wouldn’t think this way but… years… decades later… here I am.
Did we do all we could do over the summer? No. I would have like to have done more but finances and timing never seemed to align. Such is life.
The good thing, at least for me, is that with the kids heading back, I’ll be able to focus on my things more. Without looking at the date, its swear I haven’t done a blog post in well over a month. Am I feeling a little Dwight deprived? No, but it is fun to poke fun at the troll. I guess you could say I’m a troll’s troll.
(Sexy Troll voice: “Hey baby, is that a headless decayed rat in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”)
Okay, I guess that’s it for now.
Oh, I got in 2,500 words yesterday in my Jessica story. That puts me well over 60k overall.
Life has been busy.
With the kids out of school, I’m finding much of my free time is being sucked up by one stupid thing after another. And on top of that… those afternoon naps just don’t take themselves.
I did a word count on my latest story ‘Starfall’ and found I’m somewhere past 50k words. My gut tells me I’m about half-done overall. So I guess that’s a good thing?
Right now I’m feeling somewhat motivated on getting some words in but I know that as soon as I do ‘get in the zone’ that I’m going to be interrupted seventeen times about stupid things like “I’m on the toilet and we are out of toilet paper”. Yeah? Have fun waddling your naked ass with your pants around your ankles and getting a replacement six-pack from the garage. All humor aside, it still pulls a person out of the zone. In just writing this simple page post I’ve been interrupted twice.