asitiswhenitwas

Is anything more lonesome this day and age than an empty in-box?

Also. I am sick of having to fix the computers at my apartment complex. Yes, I have my own. But it's a beaten down old horse and I don't want to set it up or pay for internet access.

My garage. As I prefer to call it. (As it is where I feel safe, no one cares about my ways. Also Kitty Pryde and Nightcrawler are waiting there for me, in comic form at least. Though there is no dungeon masters guide or Kiss paraphernalia. Kiss sucks.) Is apparently Sparta.

Sparta with a lot of video-games.

I ramble!
Late.

Because I'm really boring I spent a good six hours today playing the Wii Silent Hill remake.

Which was surprisingly good. Despite being a rather on rails adventure game. Well. They are all on rails of course. But this felt more rail-ly. Due to length (or lack their of) or how episodic it is. 

( If you are going to play it, you'll figure this out on your own. But cut just in case. )

Also the wii controls destroyed my wrists.

But, all in all it works, and it deviates far enough from the original for me to be okay with it. Then again, I'll probably go play the original again sometime soon and have all sorts of forgotten rage for the remake.

I'm like that.

Then I'll get lost in the endless joy that is 2, then hate everything after it for being made. 

Except the ( Decade old spoiler? Why not? )Which makes 3 worthwhile. 

Not that 3 is bad. It's just that 2 is A#1 with a bullet. 

And I'm rambling. I guess my point is, if you can divorce yourself from your original Silent Hill hard-on, the re-make is alright.

The best part? As always. The Akira Yamaoka soundtrack.
Late.

No resolutions so far.

But I might actually write something soon...

I've an irritating holiday Evolution plot bunny bouncing around and it has not quite disappeared yet.

Which I'm sorta disappointed by. Ah well.

I knew I'd break down and break out a notebook eventually.

Or not. Or something.
Late.

So. Auld Lang Syne, and so on.

Hope for a better 2010.
Late.

Merry etc... everyone.

Of to work.
Late.

Too many people to see. Not enough of them replying to my emails.

Blah.

Weird living in dorms nightmare last night.

Find myself thinking more about the girl who leaves the party early than the one who is there an hour outside in freezing weather BSing until 3:30.

Odd. Of course I'm wondering why I'm worrying about either as neither seems interested in following the carpet bag trail I've blazed.

Simply put. As always. No one wants any of this.

Ah wells.

So. Now thanks to dedicated internet access I'm here listening to Nrrrd Grrrl on repeat and half watching football. Which is about as perfect as a Sunday as I can make. Which speaks volumes.

Really should buy this album. Should.

Lot of things I SHOULD do. Clearly.
Late.

 Oh hey. Co-workers.

When you are in the bathroom stall. Use the privacy lock. I don't think that's too much to ask. 

Argh. Thankfully someone was reading the paper.

Further thoughts.

F$#@ ESPN.

I'm way too into the brunette on Community.

I'm not too interesting.

Lets go Isles.
Late.

 

 Holy crap how about those Islanders?

That forecheck is mighty. Head down/Power through hockey. I love it.

That's what? A seven position climb the last week and a half? Four game win streak? Me smiling?

What the hell is going on here?
Late.

Oh Islanders.

I knew it was going to happen. But what do I do? get my hopes up only to be devastated once again.

Also. The dude sitting next to me at the bar was way too into trying to scientifically prove that the bartender was into me.

I withheld my comment that it was just that between the two of us, I was the best of limited options. 

Apparently random dudes at the bar think I'm awesome. Though really I'm pretty sure she was glancing over at me from time to time to try and get me to be the voice of reason and stop his badgering.

I was just the closest sane person. 
Late.

ETA:

I like to think of myself as a modern day Fitzwilliam Darcy. Especially at the bar.

Also, forgot to mention that I drank about a gallon and a half of unsweetened iced tea, which 1, kept me up all night, and B, kept me up all night thinking about a terrible Scott/Rogue Evo-verse fic that I will spoil the guts of here, because I'm sure it's been written before and because I sorta hate it.

Why can I never come up with ideas for the prompt: Summers/Cassiday: Beach Justice!?

( Argh )

I better get some F$#@ing trick-or-treaters. I did not just buy 7 pounds of candy for myself.

Lets see... other things. Going to the bar tonight to watch the Islanders lose. Or I could say going to the bar tonight to have my heart ripped out and stomped on. Withholding comment about how that's no different than any other time I go out.

At some point they are going to start playing the full 60. Then some of these OTL's are going to turn into the wins they should be.

It won't be until next season, but hey.

Sorta bummed that I have to miss gossip girl in order to watch the game, but whateves.

Back to the garage I suppose. And yes I've started to call my apartment 'the garage.'
Late.

So. Airline tickets for my  trip back home have been booked. 

I do fail to understand E-Ticketing. But still. Going home 'round my birthday to be miserable with family as opposed to being miserable alone.

Should be a good time. 

Sure I wish there was more waiting for me than family and maybe a football and/or hockey game, but since it's more than I have here. It will do.

Other than that I spent too much time last night wondering why, exactly, only women that are super drunk are into me. 

Everyone else ok?
Late.

Islanders... 0 and 6.

This is going to be a long year.

Such is life.

Argh.

How's everyone else doing?
Late.

Lets see... Yesterday.

Wasted the afternoon watching the Islanders suck at the bar.

Bought a new phone. This one looks slightly less like it's full of candy or that it makes calls only to a pre-recorded 'barbie' voice.

Slightly.

A 40% off coupon from Borders made it much easier to justify indulging in a copy of Marvel 1602, which was almost exactly my type of crazy.

Nothing interesting to say, I suppose.
Late.

Oh Islanders.

Three losses. Three game you could/should have won. (At least all three were in OT and/or the shootout and therefore 3 standings points.)

It's still going to be a long year.

Blah.
Late.

PS. The Shootout is rubbish.

Quick thought: Current affairs in the X-Men Comics.

( Oh hi? )

Also, I liked Astonishing. I just wish it came out during the same status quo.

Just saying, Marvel.
Late.

Me + Broken CD Player + Scotch tape + Steak Knife = ???

Imagine the possibilities.

I'm as shocked as you are that the correct answer is "Fixed CD player."

How does that work? Usually when I try to fix something I end up breaking it further.

And that's the best case scenario.
Late.

So I'm a bit under the weather.

Head cold and the like. Bad sniffles I guess. No biggie.

When sick (however slightly, though yesterday did in fact suck, today has been alright) my folk remedy of choice is the ginger ale, also the orange juice.

Spent the last couple hours reading and mixing them together, 'virgin momosas' I suppose.

So, I went from being sick to being early for the party.

Which I imagine is a better place to be.
Late.

There is a scent I associate with this time of year. Or perhaps it comes a smidgen later. I'm not sure.

It's the air turning colder mixed with the smell of leaves as their chlorophyll dies revealing the earth-toned fireworks display some lovingly call fall foliage.

That smell that (now that I have Sundays off) I am reminded of with a vengeance as I spend the entire day on the couch watching football.

Remembering how it would be still warm enough to crack the windows just a bit and curl up with a blanket letting the scent of the leaves and colder air (if in fact that is what it is) mix with the scent of slowly simmering chili, or my mom's homemade chicken soup, or a tray of homemade granola bars, etc and so on, wafting into the living room from the kitchen.

Not giving a damn about who's playing, just knowing that the next eleven or so hours have been planned out for you.

It's not as if my apartment smells terrible or anything. Though to be truthful I think it might to someone else. We tend to not notice our own scents. But the air is just different. It's not that I can't cook for myself. I can and do somewhat successfully. I just don't have a snowballs chance in hell of replicating mom's chicken and rice soup.

There is just something indescribable (I made a fair attempt I suppose) about being down here that doesn't feel like home. On top of family of course.

I suspect it never will.
Late.

I actually had a Saturday off for the first time since training, which was nice.

I, of course, wasted it epically. I assume that is a word. Reading, Watching Syracuse lose at the bar, Video-games, and being tremendously sore from Friday night's hockey game. (We won 8-5. 3G, 0A for what it's worth. Still sore as F$@#.)

Three weeks between games sucks.

What else have I accomplished on this four day weekend?

Laid around and watched football all day yesterday.

Came up with an ideal band name and either a book or chapter name if I ever get around to having musical talent or writing a book.

I won't do either, but a morning that involved reading a giant review of the 20 disc SaGa Anniversary Collection boxset (which I would totally buy if I could justify the ~$230 price tag) got me to start playing SaGa 2 again leading to the brilliant name "77 pieces of Isis."

I think I happened upon the terrible bewitched movie around halftime of the Packers/Bears game when I figured 'The third spell' would work as a title for something.

The Islanders start pre-season hockey tonight. Make me proud boys. Make me proud.
Late.

Perhaps I'm callus. But, the boss cracking down on "extra" (smoke) breaks does not effect me much. Therefore I have very little sympathy for the guy who is furious that he won't be able to take enough smoke breaks.

If smoke breaks are a right, I'd like some 5-10 minute sit outside and sip a nice cup of tea breaks. Somehow that's not acceptable in work culture, but cancer sticks are. I don't get it.

I also think we should get recess.

I'd like a swing by the koi pond.

Among other things.
Late.