Song: “I Believe in a Thing Called Love”
Maybe this week I’ll have a “Songs I Used To Hate, But Now I Love” theme.
Aw, yeah! Sorry, neighbors.
This just in. Glark is very good at videogames.
(happy birthday every day, glark)
Okay, I just have to add a few stories to the songs, in case Dan’s too modest and/or actually working to include them.
Burn: This is the song we give newbies when we want to be mean.
Careless Whisper: When Dan takes the microphone, it’s like George Michael comes and visits our house. Continue reading
The background music, the ongoing soundtrack of my late nights for the past five years has been provided by Playstation. Various video game orchestral swells have accompanied many a late-night writing period, or play loudly underneath my brain as I finish a book.
Right now World War II is going on behind my head. It sounds like gunfire and loud German shouts.
and other excuses
I tend to let all of my work slide until Friday. I think it comes from back when I worked at an office, and I’d give myself all sorts of things to do on Friday to make the weekend come sooner.
Now it’s just a pain in the ass.
Thursday night pamie.com got hit with trolls. I found their source, banned them, banned their IPs (not that it makes a difference) and generally had things under control within an hour. But if you were around at that time, thanks for not giving me more things to delete. Ignoring them is the best thing to do.
Thursday night was spent like several of the nights around here lately: we play the Playstation 2 until our fingertips are bleeding.
I am truly amazed at the ability I have to sit in front of a screen for several hours on end and not even notice my entire life just wasting away. I find it rewarding to get to the next level, even if I could have read a book in the time it took to get there. It’s sad. I don’t like it. This is why we haven’t had a gaming system in the house for about a year.
But these games are rented, which is really the way to go. In five days we can’t play it anymore, so we just play it hard for as long as we have it, and then we move on. Without that due date, I could repeat 1991: The Year of Tetris, and I really don’t ever want that to happen to me again.
We’re playing these games even though we can’t save them, because the Playstation 2 memory cards don’t save Playstation 1 games, and we don’t have a Playstation 1 memory card. We just start over each and every time.
My hands are sore. My fingers hurt. I have blisters. It’s dumb. But there’s something very refreshing when you kick the shit out of someone with your Kerry Strug-looking Japanese girl in Tekken 3.
There’s another side effect to playing these games. Sometimes you get up in the morning, put on the game, and the next thing you know it’s been all day long and now it’s the evening and you haven’t eaten or had a cigarette (one benefit) and you haven’t washed your face or even put on clothes.
And if you live with Ray, this means your evenings look like this:
People. This is no way to live.
“Hey. He’s not nekkid. Gyp.”
“YM Girlz Rule!”
When you leave a salon, you want to look like a vixen, not a victim. So heed these tress tips:
I guess it’s pretty obvious that I wouldn’t have a day job if I didn’t need one. I don’t really like the daily 8-6 grind.
What helps, though, is sometimes I find myself at this new job thinking, “Well, if I had to have a day job, I’m sure glad it’s this one.”
Case in point: I just walked into the break room for a bottle of water when I found Mortal Kombat 4. You can play Mortal Kombat 4 for free. It’s next to the Centipede machine. You know the old machines where the two of you sat down and played head to head? Yeah, that kind of Centipede. The Mortal Kombat machine replaced the old Pac-Man machine we had here. If I get tired of playing video games on my break I can go out into the lobby and play a game of pool.
I can live this rock-n-roll corporate lifestyle.
eric doesn’t play nice when he’s hungry
Sometimes the scene is better when you can’t see it.
Yesterday Eric and I went to dinner at an Austin restaurant that is distinctly Austin (read: “slacker” waiters, wait time, good queso). We walked in and Eric said, “How come we always have to wait for a table?”
“Because we want to eat when everyone else does around here.”
another weekend to remember
I made it.
I made it to Monday.