You Must Defeat My Shen Long
The days invariably meld, giving a drowning sense of listlessness. The immutable hand of responsibility clenches and threatens suffocation. But man, could it ever be worse.
After having all but abandoned happy home, Florida is a wasteland whose temporary nature underlies its remarkable ability to inspire helplessness. The situation more than the location itself; losing the job and every penny to one's name would be the same in Iceland, I suppose. Working military aspirations provide an opportunity that many simply will never have access to, so one is naturally and deeply grateful. Doesn't necessarily make the situation pleasant.
Kids are miserable cooped up; hard to imagine what I'm putting them through, as personal memories are largely fragmented, but overall it will work out. Ostara was fun, with a lot of pictures to prove. Youngest is grasping word comprehension, throwing a few of his own our way, while the first-born is losing grasp of a few. Namely, "No," and, "What the f--Don't do that."
Interest in WAR is all but nil, as FFXI tears at me tooth and nail through wistful daydream. Conversely Manda's computer stares hatefully, determined to resist societal norms and work fucking properly, as the anathema consistently denies co-op'd Happy Fun Computer Times.
As far as accomplishments are concerned, the list is short. Closed beta for SoE's Free Realms schizophrenically jumps between a blast and nap time. Street Fighter IV likewise suffers between complete bliss as opponents of higher and higher skill are taken down, and boggled frustration when (another) fucking Ken fierce randomly shoryukens me without setup when I'm convinced no one would else have fallen for it. It's the guys that choose Ryu that genuinely concern, though, as they know the more technical character has a much more broad palette of demoralizing owies to dispense. And there's Sagat. Bitch.
Without my HD set, it's confined to either Rock Band or the aforementioned titles, with Resistance 2's latest patch adding an extremely addictive co-op depth if it weren't for the standard-definition setback.
Couple friends' distance seem all the more apparent; haven't really spoken to one since leaving FFXI and the other since her son was born. Another seems more abrasive than usual, but last one seems fine... Wondering what I'm doing wrong. Working its way through, though. Distractions are helping.
The greater meaning may still lack clarity, but the next step's reasoning is sound enough.
After having all but abandoned happy home, Florida is a wasteland whose temporary nature underlies its remarkable ability to inspire helplessness. The situation more than the location itself; losing the job and every penny to one's name would be the same in Iceland, I suppose. Working military aspirations provide an opportunity that many simply will never have access to, so one is naturally and deeply grateful. Doesn't necessarily make the situation pleasant.
Kids are miserable cooped up; hard to imagine what I'm putting them through, as personal memories are largely fragmented, but overall it will work out. Ostara was fun, with a lot of pictures to prove. Youngest is grasping word comprehension, throwing a few of his own our way, while the first-born is losing grasp of a few. Namely, "No," and, "What the f--Don't do that."
Interest in WAR is all but nil, as FFXI tears at me tooth and nail through wistful daydream. Conversely Manda's computer stares hatefully, determined to resist societal norms and work fucking properly, as the anathema consistently denies co-op'd Happy Fun Computer Times.
As far as accomplishments are concerned, the list is short. Closed beta for SoE's Free Realms schizophrenically jumps between a blast and nap time. Street Fighter IV likewise suffers between complete bliss as opponents of higher and higher skill are taken down, and boggled frustration when (another) fucking Ken fierce randomly shoryukens me without setup when I'm convinced no one would else have fallen for it. It's the guys that choose Ryu that genuinely concern, though, as they know the more technical character has a much more broad palette of demoralizing owies to dispense. And there's Sagat. Bitch.
Without my HD set, it's confined to either Rock Band or the aforementioned titles, with Resistance 2's latest patch adding an extremely addictive co-op depth if it weren't for the standard-definition setback.
Couple friends' distance seem all the more apparent; haven't really spoken to one since leaving FFXI and the other since her son was born. Another seems more abrasive than usual, but last one seems fine... Wondering what I'm doing wrong. Working its way through, though. Distractions are helping.
The greater meaning may still lack clarity, but the next step's reasoning is sound enough.
posted by Roddra at 03:11
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