The Hunger

I am actually away from this blog long enough between posts that I forget my login information. That’s just silly.

I don’t really know what I owe the thanks to that I am writing anything at all but it’s something and it conceptually is important, if not in actual content.

It’s 2 am and I’m hungry. Now, I’ve eaten the usual meals (breakfast lunch and dinner) at fairly regular times, which I now recall is actually a lie, since I didn’t, and am now here wondering anyway why I’m hungry. What I did eat was two pieces of pizza at four and then a moderately sized dinner of chinese shrimp and broccoli at sixish and then a can of beef soup at elevenths. So that’s where I’m at.

There’s a few things I could eat. There’s tons of things I could eat really. This house has been lacking for food choices approximately never. But it’s just not working out. I feel like I’m looking for bread and that’s something I can probably do with out. But then. Couldn’t it be a craving? And don’t cravings mean something biologically?

Gaming Machine

I’m a real sucker for a deal.

One major issue that comes with this malady is that Steam (http://steampowered.com) sells tons of games at affordable prices all the time and has the audacity to put lots of good ones on absurd sales quite often.  When it’s something like six Indy games for Five bucks or both Deus Ex games for Five bucks or the three parts of Crysis for Ten bucks I just get suckered in before I know what’s even happening.  Several games I’ve bought with the change in my pocket and never even played.

One reason is just being ridiculous and buying games and never playing them.  It happens.  But there’s also the fact that my Gaming PC, which is a serious computer, had a seriously lacking hard drive of a mere 80 GB.  I’ve since switched over to a more appropriate 500 GB drive and have taken the past two days or more to try to download all of my Steam games.  I’m not even sure of how many games I have but I do know that it’s over 70 GB of games so far and I haven’t even thought about loading anything I own on disc.  I have downloaded the games I keep snapping up for a buck in Microsoft’s 12 days or 25 days of games as Christmas approaches and those take up another 18 GB themselves and I’m hoping that getting days and days of high speed downloads out of the way I may someday actually sit down and play one or two or twelve of these games.

Accessibility is a key component of playing games.  Pretty important.

*Game PC

  • NZXT MidATX case with 500 watt Coolmax PSU
  • Intel Core2Quad 2.83 GHz (Socket 775, 12 MB L2 cache – the cache doesn’t impress anyone but it totally blows me away)
  • Asus P5N-D nForce 750i mainboard (gigabit ethernet, 8-channel audio, firewire 400)
  • 2×2 (4) GB DDR2 800 MHz RAM
  • 500 GB SATA3.0Gbps Hard Drive (Maxtor)
  • Palit GeForce GTX 460 1 GB GDDR5 PCIe x16 2.0
  • 16x DVD+/-RW (IDE)
  • Windows 7 Ultimate 64-bit

I am well aware that many games, should I ever want to play them again, will prove to be too old to play on this computer.  Fortunately, there are hundreds and hundreds of bits around this crowded basement which I can cobble together into yesteryear’s premiere gaming machine to relive past glories.

Origin Fan Fiction

They found a new world.
They came on a one way trip to make it their home. A new world where they could plant their hopes and dreams and watch them grow.
They said it was a lot like ‘home’ but this was the only home I’d ever known. I never knew the world they left behind. I was born in the sky. I took my first steps among the shelters built on blocks and palettes.
In no time I had run of the town. Everyone in the settlement was friendly or friendly enough and in a place so new there was always something going on, a thousand things that needed doing. As a child helping was novel experience. As I got older it quickly became expected. People explored all the time but I never got much further than the tree lines around the little town. I was told that it wasn’t safe in the woods. It wasn’t even safe to go in the tall grass. And I tended to listen.
Once I ventured into some weeds down by the big pond and saw a monster.
I thought I did. My father heard my cries was there in a moment by my side to see what was wrong. I didn’t know what the thing was. The little ‘turtle-like’ creature was something completely new to me. To me it was a monster. I’d never seen such a thing, so entirely alien. It was scaly, with a big crinkly green shell on its back and big black glassy eyes staring up at me from the water’s edge. Fortunately I hadn’t seen the others nearby, especially the significantly larger mother beast grazing, tending her young.
This thing. It was so weird. Wasn’t it? Wasn’t it a monster?
Certainly not, he’d told me. It was no kind of monster at all. It couldn’t be.
But why not?
They’re harmless. They move slowly and they only eat plants. They’re of no harm to people. And he beckoned to it and it walked closer to us. It wasn’t afraid. Neither was he. It can’t be a monster. Anything that fits in your pocket can’t be a monster.

Vacation – Part 1

I’m going to tell the world a little about my vacation.  Something tells me I should.  And while I’m not certain that I should, I’m fully aware that I can.

I haven’t been on a vacation that I’m aware of for quite some time.  This particular vacation took me to the Orlando, Florida, area from the 7th to the 17th with an initial stay over in Philadelphia where I joined up with my sister for the drive down to Florida.

That is a long drive.  Not including our stops it was about 18 hours of driving (we split it over two days).  I took the train to Philadelphia and she met me at the station.  To glaze over, we had dinner and went to the grocery store and her five dogs pooped and peed everywhere and I did the dishes because I’m that kind of guy and I practiced psychiatry without a license and prescribed over the counter treatments for her significant other.

I think it worked out pretty well. Continue reading

Vacation

A short blurb. I’ve told myself a longer elucidation of the events of this vacation will be published for mass consumption but judging from my previous post… things don’t look too good.

At any rate. I’ve found my energy quickly wanes on vacations. Partially I blame this hot but pleasantly dry Florida sun. But, I’ve also realized that on my vacations, I do thousands of times more activities of any given type from theme parks to shopping to swimming or moving from location to location at all… thousands of times more than when I’m at home carrying on.

I said to myself – I need to interrupt my vacation so I have the energy to continue my vacation!

Gracious me… what a mad world I’ve made for myself.