Random Babbling Post #100

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I've actually just been given a dose of this myself, someone quite close to me seems to have let me down quite badly but I have no idea what to do in response... can't physically lash out because this person is female but I don't feel that simply stating how I feel will quite do the job

Oh well should help when I'm off shift

 

Yeah, that daily commute is a little too much - kinda like going from Utah to Los Angeles every day, Kitrax.

Actually many sculptors weld metal works together...but it's a very different branch of 'art' than yours of film, flix, or mine of narrative fiction.

Work (or lack thereof) sucks, school sucks...I think we sidetracked you before you carried on to the inevitable conclusion that life sucks.

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ION, I had a very jarring moment waking up this morning.

{long story short}
I was dreaming, and slowly waking up, and got to that stage where I was aware of my surroundings, and consciously rolling over in bed, rubbing my wife's back, etc. when she said something that linked perfectly into the dream I was starting to wake from.

...and it was relating to her dream.

Here's my dream:

(I've been playing Morrowind...a LOT. So it's natural my subconscious would use that background)

I'm playing a kind of 'Elder Scrolls MMO' and dunno whether it's an official rule or just a 'in-game tradition' to be obligated to administer to a building's wiki page if you're going to reside in that building in-game.

So I've staked out a rather large abandoned building in Ald-ruhn...I think it might've been Ald Skar.

(To non-TES-players; Ald Skar is the shell of a giant crab - like perhaps five hundred feet across. It makes up the 'rich' part of the town, with manors and guild halls hollowed out in the sides (and into the earth) with this enormous open 'mall' in the middle with walkways and bridges connecting everything. Think 'abandoned school' or the like. FAR bigger than any MMO player could ever use)

Anyways, there've been a handful of people that have 'squatted' in the place for a little while over a year or two, usually just making some vestigial edit to the associated wiki page (or even a few just asking a question on the article's :talk page), and I'm going to be as permanent in my residence, but I have vowed to do a better job and overhaul the wiki article, at least. So I do {long story short} and then I get to in-game stuff for 'moving in'.

So at this point, I'm going through some weird 'housewarming' ceremony. At one point, I have to collect a wide variety of alchemy ingredients and cook them all into a...'pie' (it looked like a giant Cornish Pasty, to be honest, sitting on a big platter).

{By now, I'm semi-conscious, and the dream is starting to fade...probably because it's not making a lot of sense in relation to the daytime conscious world. Also I'm snuggling up to my wife and lightly massaging her back, and we've both mumbled stuff to each other.}

And I move my character and this assembled 'casserole' into one of the manors and down to its kitchen, and I'm putting it into an oven that resembles a kiln, when my wife announces, in a clear, distinct voice that indicates she's fully awake:

"French Fries are good, but they are difficult to cook straight on the oven rack."



Oooooooo-kay?

So this snaps me fully out of it, and I ask her what she was dreaming about; she recounts a vivid recollection of fighting alongside Angel & Spike and co., then taking 'civilians' to hide in a department store - which is safe from vampire incursion as long as the place is closed for business and the doors are physically shut - and then morphing into Star Wars with a clone of Luke working for the Trade Federation and then ends up with her in a diner where Bruce Campbell is the 'waiter' and she's getting fries, but they want to bake them instead of deep-fry...

Very weird that we 'linked up' our dreams like that...I'm sure we didn't vocalize anything more than "mmmmm" or "backrub-good".

 

You talk too much.

 

Eerie stuff, JE.

I've had a good weekend, Fully Ramblomatic combined with whiskey and Talking Heads is probably the best way to kill time ever.

Still searching for the iGlasses, most make me look like a professor or a newsguy... and I want to look like me, not like them.
Strangely, only the glasses that have the rim under the lens (and not on top) make me look like a human being.

 

Only had a short shift at work tonight... highlight was that She was there...

ION found a cousin of mine on Facebook who I haven't seen in a very long time, that's a bonus, and I just may have found a way to get in contact with my father (or as my sister and I refer to him The Sperm Donor) who left when I was about 5 and re-appeared for a few hours when my brother got married...

 

I should be asleep right now...but I'm not. Instead, I'm spamming here after playing 2 hours on my GBA.

Time for a shower, and then, possibly sleep.

 

I hate people.

 

My son should be here in an hour...

 

Another stab in the back! I'm getting sneak attacked here like a barbarian without uncanny dodge.

 

Well, it's a comfort to know so many SP'ers are as unhappy as I am. Or, well, more unhappy than I am. Actually it's very cheering, now that I think about it.

OTOH - I am actually sorry to hear of the work, school, friend, and life problems so many of us are having. Mine fall in all the categories except school.

Maybe a little snow tonight. That would be fine.


Babble, grrr.

 

It's Monday morning and time to start work, bah!

Feeling surprisingly bushed even though I slept for the better part of 7 hours and didn't wake up once during the night (well maybe I did and I didn't realise).

Yawn, time to get cracking.

 

My son's just gone home about 5 minutes ago...
What's worse is that just after he got here he was looking through my PS2 games, spotted some particular one and said "My other daddy has that one"

 

...I'm sorry man. That'd make me sad too

 

For some reason, I'm always tired on Sundays. But also, Sunday is my busiest day of the week. It makes me want to take Monday off just to recover from the "day of rest"...

 

Gah, work. Hate Mondays.

 

Uni goes back today, funfunfun... Not...

 

That's just wrong

 

Aint it though? And this crazy wench spent about 6 months crying on my shoulder about how much of a b@st@rd this guy has been to her...

Some women hey?

 

Aldazar, awful.

I miss Santa.

Urrggh babble.

 

Geeze! Isn't' there anyone besides me who's life isn't in the crapper? You're all depressing!

I mean, sure, my life was deep in the crapper about 2 or 3 years ago, but once you accept that life and the world aren't going to cut you a break, you fight back...metaphorically...and things start turning for the better soon enough.

Back when I was about to give up, I was deeply in debt, lived in a tiny apartment, had a lowly job in fast food...making minimum wage, a car that was breaking down, and had so much stress that I developed a patch of gray hair before I was old enough to drink. For the longest time, Jessica and I felt like God hated us because every time something good would happen to us, something twice as bad would soon follow.

When I asked Jessica to marry me, things still didn't improve. We decided to put our lifestyle on hold and move back in with my parents. Things started to turn around slowly. Within a year, we had paid for a wedding and a honeymoon, we had a better car, I had a much better job, and stress was a lot lower.

Fast forward to today...We live on our own again, we both have good jobs, and we're making good money. I'm going to school without paying a dime. Our debt is under control...and at the end of this month, we're moving out of this crummy apartment to a much bigger town home.

Anyway...my point is: If *I* can do it, so can you.