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jchrisobrien) wrote2002-12-09 03:18 am
jchrisobrien) wrote2002-12-09 03:18 am
Just another day of righteous fury
Awoke more or less early, sometime around noon. Leisurely sat around the house, watching South Park, invading my roommate's quiet time. Showered, took a little extra time, to wash and scrub and let the heat soak into my bones. Creating a little sauna in our bathroom, my face a dim reflection in the mirror. Sitting in my room then, staring at this interface. Thinking about dark things I could discuss, realizing that I ride the highs and lows of life, and seldom the path in between. Metaphors spun in my head, about fast burning candles and cycles of bliss and agony. And overly flowery sentences.
Off into the cold, and to the House of Q (both regular and Silent) to assume the mantle of a cleric of Pelor and to continue our bi-monthly quest. Made several shocking discoveries, and had some lively debates. We witnessed death and disease, and stood poised on the edge of a great confrontation... and then it was time to go. Pretty images flickered across the TV screen after the game, several of us staying up late to watch some new Playstation games in action. I listened to the discussion they were having, the types of details and nuances specifically found in gamers. It sounded like the discussion I had about Warhammer the day before, or the talks I've had about cards online. But even if you don't game or play videogames, you've had those talks. You've talked about your favorite sports team, or about the do's and don't of cooking, or the best way to groom and care for your pets. It's talking about your hobbies, your passions. Those things you enjoy and hold dear to you. Sometimes they don't mesh with your passions, sometimes they can annoy the hell out of you. But having a passion is better than being without.
Off into the cold, and to the House of Q (both regular and Silent) to assume the mantle of a cleric of Pelor and to continue our bi-monthly quest. Made several shocking discoveries, and had some lively debates. We witnessed death and disease, and stood poised on the edge of a great confrontation... and then it was time to go. Pretty images flickered across the TV screen after the game, several of us staying up late to watch some new Playstation games in action. I listened to the discussion they were having, the types of details and nuances specifically found in gamers. It sounded like the discussion I had about Warhammer the day before, or the talks I've had about cards online. But even if you don't game or play videogames, you've had those talks. You've talked about your favorite sports team, or about the do's and don't of cooking, or the best way to groom and care for your pets. It's talking about your hobbies, your passions. Those things you enjoy and hold dear to you. Sometimes they don't mesh with your passions, sometimes they can annoy the hell out of you. But having a passion is better than being without.