Yearly Archives: 2003

Idiots At The Cabin

I went out yes­ter­day with Trolley and Wheaties to a sort of gath­er­ing at the Cabin. We did­n’t know any­one there, and just sat around while the gigan­tic group of friends there was insipid­ly super­fi­cial and obnox­ious. Some idi­ot­ic drunk girl kept hit­ting my head with her arms and body (unin­ten­tion­al­ly) while she was talk­ing to some guy. Trolley, Wheaties and I downed our beers (I had an EX, which was much bet­ter than any­thing they had on tap with it’s dark­er, rich­er flavour, but it start­ed to taste like rust after a while) and head­ed off to the Dom for some pool instead. Sometimes I just can’t stand peo­ple, and yes­ter­day was one of those times.

Myst III: Exile

Nick has lent me Myst III: Exile, and I have to admit that it’s been a fair­ly enjoy­able expe­ri­ence so far. The depth of the worlds reminds me of the Thief series of games, the way the details of each real­i­ty are cre­at­ed so beau­ti­ful­ly with so much emo­tion. It’s quite absorb­ing, and even though I lack the patience to take my time in cer­tain games nowa­days (games such as GTA: Vice City and Soul Calibur 2 I just fin­ished as fast as pos­si­ble), I find that it’s easy to be patient for a game such as this. The goals are unclear and the sto­ry unfolds through explo­ration, all allow­ing for a very deep gam­ing expe­ri­ence if one has and takes the time. The graph­ics are a bit dat­ed, and the cam­era can be dizzy­ing, but the sound is excel­lent and plays an impor­tant part in pro­gress­ing through the game. Finally solv­ing a puz­zle is the most sat­is­fy­ing part, pos­si­bly more sat­is­fy­ing than any oth­er puz­zle game I’ve played.

Virus

In the past, I’ve always appre­ci­at­ed any dis­mal emo­tions I was expe­ri­enc­ing. Even though these melan­choly feel­ings have always been com­fort­able and even inspir­ing to me, I’ve usu­al­ly felt like I’d rather be in a com­pla­cent mood.

I real­ized that some­times it’s best for emo­tions to be felt and expe­ri­enced, no mat­ter how bad they are. Sometimes it’s just bet­ter to let feel­ings run their course, to con­sume the fuel that makes one feel defeat­ed. Of course, this is only pos­si­ble when there is no more fuel being gen­er­at­ed. When there is stag­nan­cy in the sit­u­a­tion and one is aloud to rest in one’s mind, things become much sim­pler. These morose thoughts and ideas need to be embraced and not for­got­ten, so that one can under­stand and learn, grow and be strong.

Eventually, one gets past what has hap­pened, and is a bet­ter per­son for it.

Pat Makes My Ass Sore

I have nev­er smelt so bad­ly. Pat has giv­en me the best work­out in my life, play­ing me in table ten­nis. I’m sore from neck to toe and I feel as if I’ve been run­ning all day. Even my ass is sore. How the fuck is my ass sore?

Pat and I are so even­ly matched that after play­ing for two hours he won only by a few points. After the first twen­ty min­utes sweat was pour­ing into my eyes. They start­ed sting­ing as if they could taste the salty enthu­si­asm exud­ing from my skin.

I’ve nev­er felt so exhaust­ed but so exu­ber­ant at the same time. I’m deter­mined to do this more.