onsdag 24. februar 2016

Have gear, can’t Wednesday.

Who’s up for karaoke night at Jigglypuff’s?

“(Name of channel withheld for reasons) is they only channel I know that says "let us know what you think" and actually cares what you think.”
The reply?
“We do care! Not least because we have a smart, super knowledgeable community who's as into obscure videogame trivia as we are! :D

Okay, since I’m spending time referring to what’s on the big, wobbly spider’s domain, have a take on Rey that I’m now finding myself largely in favor of.

I’ve also made it into the ranks of the Jedi. Starting at the bottom, of course, but with every option of advancing. Goal so far? Become a Knight. Short term? Have my character learn to read properly. Middle goal? Advance to the rank of Padawan. Should say sorry for having to made some obvious mistake about first introducing myself IC, too (I blame my character for not knowing).

On the note of randomness – a friend of mine and I was doing RP. Our characters were dancing and we were having fun picking out the music we the players could listen to while it was going on. Then an ad for a fast food chain popped up. Muting it and watching made it appear strangely epic. So, we watched it again. And it was still epic. Disturbingly and somewhat depressing, I admit, but still epic.
If you want to have this experience, here’s the links to get you started. Put them on at the same time (music first, then ad -  a 0.5 second delay is fine). Crank the volume up a few extra notches. Takes about 30 seconds to watch. Don't forget to mute the ad.

Mowing on: the big spider spinning tells me that my zodiac sign tells me that I overthinks problems, withdraws, and chooses not to deal with them instead of focusing on the problems. Apparently, people sharing my zodiac sign in some form or another succumb to sadness quite easily.
I find this statement to be strangely accurate.

And because I want to end this on a happy, romantic note.

torsdag 18. februar 2016

The pure joy of randomness!

So, it’s late at night and I’ve just ended part one of an RP event (as a player, not the event master, mind you) because of bad internet connection on the European continent. On a hunch I log on another character of mine (different faction, very new, not done much RP with at all) to do a late night Flash Point (that’s like a dungeon, not a raid). Finding one I join a team with three others. At some point one of them left because we (all expect one was low level) wasn’t really up to the task because we didn’t have as good gear, skills etc. So, the high level person left. We found a replacement and got to the last boss fight. Failing that the replacement left followed shortly by one of the original team members. So, there I was, standing with one other, not ready to give up. So, we tried again, with companions this time (NPC’s that follows you around and helps you). We came really close to do it, too close not to be bitter. We made some adjustments and tried again. This time the focus was healing – stay alive and keep the team alive and we might just have a shot at this. Succeeding we went bananas – it was, as things go, an epic win. Then in the following cutscene (the last one) we were joined by two others. It could not have been a better timing – we had JUST cleared the boss and were wrapping things up after going 20-30 minutes waiting for other characters to join us! Finishing the Flash Point we exited with big smiles and laughter, explaining what was going on to the two confused newly arrivals. Then they left and it was just the same person and I again. Then we got to talking. And we really hit it off! I mean, you know you’ve got someone nice when you both find the non-existent (aka just created by title) song “Four People Shuttle Run”, then arriving at the conclusion that this is the first big hit of an Nar Shaddaa heavy metal Togruta-only band – you know, that ONE song all the fans yell and wants to hear when they’re touring and playing live. Seriously, I could not have asked for a more spark of joy! Then we talked about the game, RP and this person was truly excellent – a newcomer to the game, but far from inexperienced in the world of RPG. Then it got late and I had to (regrettably) log off. We said our goodbyes and hope to see you again – and I certainly wish so: why else would I friend list such an awesome individual?

mandag 15. februar 2016

If you love something, let it go.

Someone tried to explain Naruto to me. “There’s lots of epic battles, the hero always wins and everyone have very intricate backstories.” My brother added that it’s also very long and complex and that I should totally check it out if I had time to spare. To be honest, “samurai space fox with lightsabers” sounded much more fun. And the fact that nobody really knows what’s really going on. Uh, if you do happen to like enjoy it and actually know anything about it, then good for you. Me? Nope, not getting there. At all.
At the same time, “war” is now a standard form of time measurement. According to someone who tells me: “scars are magic”.

And now over to something completely different.
There is a disturbance in my routine. It comes from everywhere and within, all at once, all at the same time. It promises change, forcing the issue of adaptation upon me like a reluctant leader accepting the role thrusted upon one self. I’m not sure how to fight it. I’m not sure I should fight it. All I know is that when the cold comes I’ll freeze.

Today is a day. Like yesterday was a day. As well as the day before. And the day before that.
The list of days goes on. What about tomorrow, what kind of day will you make?

Being a butterfly isn’t the worst life one can have. Being a larva, waiting for the transformation to begin isn’t either, I guess. Being the little cocoon, the cordial recluse, spending the time dreaming in a state of limbo… Who knows what cocoons dreams in the lithe passing of time.

A creature, created, that is what I seek to become. Made by science and knowledge that exists in our time, putting limits to the test and faith. Yet what I am inside was always beautiful.
So are you.

lørdag 6. februar 2016

The fastest way to travel is by candlelight. I find sleeping a close second.

So, there I was. Big city. Alone. Spent some time in the shower, missing my shampoo and backrub. After staying inside to unwind, I decided to go out. Or, the fantasy I kept playing in my mind made me seize the day. Tomorrow was going to be different. Today I was going to walk the streets I couldn’t recall the names of. It would be summer. And I’d not walk the streets with forgotten names alone. Having walked in the opposite direction of my walking dream I found the new place where I would be spending the evening along with one of the two communities I went to experience once again. Following that, I ordered a haircut at the usual place. The hairdresser was just as bad as I to pick a time and day for it. It’s always charming meeting other un-decisive.
Waking up still within my delightful fantasy, I thought at the day before, the day I was going to have today and the day in the future.
28. 42.
Numbers without a roof.

The dark room of the soul.
In the palace of minds.
Happy place.
Go to your happy place.

Title: The inability to read.
Title: the girl in the shadows.

The girl sat in the chair. She had a block of paper in her lap. In her hand was a pen. Next to the girl, there was a small table. On the other, side a lamp. A cell phone, lying on the table surface, played music. The girl touched her hair. Freshly cut. The girl had been to a hairdresser the very same day. The cell phone kept on playing music. The girl waited.
She sat in the chair, waiting. Waiting for what, you may ask. I don’t think she even knew herself. But she waited. Patiently.
There was a knock on the door. She didn’t open. She knew who was outside. And she wasn’t ready to face the past just yet. Nor the music, for that matter.
The cell phone played on. The girl kept on waiting.

She is loved.
She is, indeed, loved.
Indeed she is. Loved.

Much like the recipe for food
We look inside
What does not exists
On Tuesdays

Why do people have to be so very acceptable and understanding
Everything is made to be broken
Nothing lasts forever
The trick is to enjoy it
While you can

She knows
She is loved
As another one

Love and support
From all around
The midnight oil
Lit again

Without concern
For the future
The past is the

And she knows

Because sometimes it comes in the form of pies. Sometimes it’s the early midmorning phone call. Sometimes it’s arriving before your coffee shop meeting. It’s all these things and more. And yet it always comes back to two people. One of them is mentioned. And one of them is not. One of them is an open secret. The other one is an actual secret. My secret. My own, little secret.

At some point I’ll have to go public. Right now I’m not quite there yet. But I’m getting there. In my own way. At my own speed. Naturally.

The girl though of many things and nothing. She thought on what she was doing. She thought on what she wasn’t doing. Darling Clementine. Buried alive.

In the darkness, you can hide.
In the darkness, there is light.
In the darkness, you can be clumsy without trying to cover it up.

My mind wanders. It’s been difficult to focus. I blame my feelings. Though, her description was all to accurate. I keep coming back to her. Not that I mind that much. I just hope it’s not TOO much.

My coffee shop date (not that kind of date) that I for the love of me cannot recall the call sign of (but that’s all right) and I spent six hours talking, sharing and in general having an excellent time together.

Party was nice. Just don’t like parties as much as I used to.
I’m getting old.

The return trip was dreadful. That’s basically my own fault, though: spending far too much time focusing on the one really bad thing that happened in an otherwise good and satisfying visit. Sometimes the human psyche isn’t worthy of deeper study. Sometimes emotions are hard enough.

tirsdag 2. februar 2016

In the second day of the second month in the second era... fire burns.

I went to bed with the lights flickering. The fireplace toyed with the room, creating wonderful life on the walls around. It was beautiful. I didn't want it to end. But I was tired and even skylights of orange and gold lowers one's eyelids at some point. The pen becomes heavy, the writing unreadable. And when you drift off.
Night time changes many things.