iconocaust (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} iconocaust) wrote,@ 2007-10-25 19:18:00 |
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All the Way to Memphis
Currently getting reacquainted with the expression "brutally sick," something I last brushed with back in '05 when a weird stomach virus effectively, left me bedridden and insomniac for the best part of a week. Thankfully, this latest outing has turned out to be rather more benign, little more than some kind of amped-up flu. At this stage, the laundry list of aches and pains has shrunk down from "feeling like your now-nonexistent wisdom teeth are on the verge of exploding" to "general blah," so I might even be returning to upright status in a day or two.
On the plus side, all this downtime has given me a chance to grind through Beyond Good and Evil, Ubisoft's short-but-sweet melange of beatdowns, sneakery, Rasta rhinos, investigative photography, and hovercraft heroics. Say what one will about the French -- and I know certain members of my readership already have -- but those wily Gauls do know their gaming.
There's been a lot going on in the past two months, and I could ramble at length to make up for all little updates I should have been pounding out in that time span. But since people probably have better things to do and I'm too lazy to write in an LJ-cut, here's the salient bits:
Work. I'm a store manager over here now, and it's accounting for a lot of my spare time these days. It's the first job I've ever worked where there's never a dull moment to speak of, though there is a healthy dose of heartache and frustration in the whole enterprise. Comes with the territory, I s'ppose.
Kitten. Aurora is currently 7 to 8 months old, and loves sleeping on any horizontal surface she can find, no matter how large or small. Pest has mostly stopped hissing at her, but the silence is probably more indicative of one of those Cold War-style standoffs where the nukes are only minutes away from sailing towards the furry, kittenish Kremlin.
Being old. The prospect of voluntarily eating oatmeal for breakfast and drinking V8 at regular intervals has made me realise that my best years are probably already behind me.
Being young. In completely unrelated matters, I'm currently getting back into hobbies I last dabbled in in high school, namely miniatures and Magic. Go regression. Unfortunately, it's not an unqualified success; I started watching odd episodes of The X-Files, a show I adored at fourteen, and coming away rather dismayed. Maybe it's the whole getting-old thing, but I don't recall the dialogue being this rotten back in '95. And the acting? "Wooden" ain't the half of it. Of course, it's easier to dismiss the whole exercise now that it's a known fact that Chris Carter was flying by the seat of his pants in developing the show's famous mythology -- sometimes hindsight really is 20/20.
Currently getting reacquainted with the expression "brutally sick," something I last brushed with back in '05 when a weird stomach virus effectively, left me bedridden and insomniac for the best part of a week. Thankfully, this latest outing has turned out to be rather more benign, little more than some kind of amped-up flu. At this stage, the laundry list of aches and pains has shrunk down from "feeling like your now-nonexistent wisdom teeth are on the verge of exploding" to "general blah," so I might even be returning to upright status in a day or two.
On the plus side, all this downtime has given me a chance to grind through Beyond Good and Evil, Ubisoft's short-but-sweet melange of beatdowns, sneakery, Rasta rhinos, investigative photography, and hovercraft heroics. Say what one will about the French -- and I know certain members of my readership already have -- but those wily Gauls do know their gaming.
There's been a lot going on in the past two months, and I could ramble at length to make up for all little updates I should have been pounding out in that time span. But since people probably have better things to do and I'm too lazy to write in an LJ-cut, here's the salient bits:
Work. I'm a store manager over here now, and it's accounting for a lot of my spare time these days. It's the first job I've ever worked where there's never a dull moment to speak of, though there is a healthy dose of heartache and frustration in the whole enterprise. Comes with the territory, I s'ppose.
Kitten. Aurora is currently 7 to 8 months old, and loves sleeping on any horizontal surface she can find, no matter how large or small. Pest has mostly stopped hissing at her, but the silence is probably more indicative of one of those Cold War-style standoffs where the nukes are only minutes away from sailing towards the furry, kittenish Kremlin.
Being old. The prospect of voluntarily eating oatmeal for breakfast and drinking V8 at regular intervals has made me realise that my best years are probably already behind me.
Being young. In completely unrelated matters, I'm currently getting back into hobbies I last dabbled in in high school, namely miniatures and Magic. Go regression. Unfortunately, it's not an unqualified success; I started watching odd episodes of The X-Files, a show I adored at fourteen, and coming away rather dismayed. Maybe it's the whole getting-old thing, but I don't recall the dialogue being this rotten back in '95. And the acting? "Wooden" ain't the half of it. Of course, it's easier to dismiss the whole exercise now that it's a known fact that Chris Carter was flying by the seat of his pants in developing the show's famous mythology -- sometimes hindsight really is 20/20.
