I wrote an update last night - a big, bold, beautiful update. I saved it and looked at the site to notice it wasn’t showing up. I then looked back at the HTML for the site and saw that my update wasn’t there. I realized it was lost. Forever. And then I died on the inside. Again. It’s like the fifty-hundredth time I’ve died on the inside. That’s sixty seven times more than the number of times I’ve made up imaginary numbers.
I had an X-Men 3 review up, but I think Hampton of Rob and Elliot summarized it best: “It was good. Keep in mind though that the last two were awesome.” That pretty much says everything and prevents me from having to rethink/retype what I had. I also had a lovely explanation of why I will not be pursuing a Ph.D., but I couldn’t find any quotes to conveniently rip off of a website and save myself effort. So you’ll just have to live without. I know you’ve been waiting for an explanation for years now, and I’m sorry.
Mel swung by the apartment yesterday to talk about game related stuff. I wrote down 1/3rd a page worth of notes, and then we just had random conversations for probably something like two hours. It was cool, and we thought of funny stuff to toss into Parodica. The phrase, “five cats put together” got twisted in a very, very disturbed way. One of the things I find very funny is to rip statements completely out of context even though I have the context right there in front me, and then I warp that phrase to suit my own desires. Also, I’m now of the belief that Social Security Number should be in every RPG stat screen - the government has to keep track of these heroes somehow. Anyhow, yes, good fun was had by all. Except for that moment where I may or may not have offended her, for which I am profusely apologetic.
Speaking of offending people, I am to have words with the management of the Blue Moose. Apparently they have seen fit to charge a $5 cover for a show tonight, which hindered my plan of going in for coffee and nervously gazing at the (super cute) barrista from afar. I even took my game design notebook to get productive work done (read: have an excuse to gaze at super cute barrista longer). Would $5 have been worth it? Possibly, but I didn’t have enough money on me. What’s more, the band that was playing didn’t seem worth the money from the short glimpse I got. On the other hand, the jazz band playing last night (the -FREE- jazz band) was pretty awesome. The woman playing the flute rocked out in a big way. I wish I knew their name so I could recommend them.
I don’t understand why more girls don’t like gamer guys.