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The House of the Rising Sun
Feb. 14th, 2005 03:22 pmEating take out rice dishes before dancing is a great way to imbalance your chi. Or something. The music was good, there was some eye candy (librarians ho!), but the evening didn't full gell into an awesome night. It was a good night, so I'll take it.
I put my final army design to the test Saturday, and got a draw. My opponent had worse luck with dice than even I did, and it really put the randomness of the game into perspective for me. You can have the tactical acumen of Alexander the Great, but the dice can take that all away. It's a matter of dissassociation. Some of us (well, me) react as if dice were something you control You rolled the dice, you got the result. Logically, you can't throw dice to get the numbers you want, but you still feel a sense of responsibility for your throw. Anyway, despite my performance I'm not changing anything else about the list. Later that day I played a second game against one of the best players in our area, and thumped him solidly. The dice really turned around for me that game, and I was well and truly pleased.
Saturday night I had to miss a dinner, and apparantly missed a date with my new girlfriend. I didn't even know I had a new girlfriend! Why am I alway the last to know? *grin* Anyway, I hope she is forgiving on the matter. Plans were alerady set for that night, to help celebrate the birthday of a good friend of mine. There were pinatas, a plethora of orage flavored drinks, and some dancing in the basement to accompany the mad DJing skills of the birthday boy. Apparatly I reminded someone of a old boyfriend they once had. I hope the memories I (inadvertantly) called up were good ones. Despite my solitary situation, I felt very welcome and loved and at home out there. A fantabulous night.
Today? My concentration is shot. I'm oddly tired, despite having gotten lots of rest. If I'm getting sick, I want to get it over with now, before I head to Baltimore for the weekend.
I put my final army design to the test Saturday, and got a draw. My opponent had worse luck with dice than even I did, and it really put the randomness of the game into perspective for me. You can have the tactical acumen of Alexander the Great, but the dice can take that all away. It's a matter of dissassociation. Some of us (well, me) react as if dice were something you control You rolled the dice, you got the result. Logically, you can't throw dice to get the numbers you want, but you still feel a sense of responsibility for your throw. Anyway, despite my performance I'm not changing anything else about the list. Later that day I played a second game against one of the best players in our area, and thumped him solidly. The dice really turned around for me that game, and I was well and truly pleased.
Saturday night I had to miss a dinner, and apparantly missed a date with my new girlfriend. I didn't even know I had a new girlfriend! Why am I alway the last to know? *grin* Anyway, I hope she is forgiving on the matter. Plans were alerady set for that night, to help celebrate the birthday of a good friend of mine. There were pinatas, a plethora of orage flavored drinks, and some dancing in the basement to accompany the mad DJing skills of the birthday boy. Apparatly I reminded someone of a old boyfriend they once had. I hope the memories I (inadvertantly) called up were good ones. Despite my solitary situation, I felt very welcome and loved and at home out there. A fantabulous night.
Today? My concentration is shot. I'm oddly tired, despite having gotten lots of rest. If I'm getting sick, I want to get it over with now, before I head to Baltimore for the weekend.
