Sometimes you don't need a reason...

to publically declare that your wife is SWEET!

Things fall apart

Even this feeling will pass, I know. For now though, I am focused on the way things used to be, and how they are now.

I can't adequately explain how big a hill climbing up from depression to a semblance of normalcy really is. Many of you readers know exactly what I'm talking about. Some don't, and I am sorry this won't make sense to you.

What makes sense to everyone who pays attention is that things fall apart. Life is a coming closer to death, each day inexorably leading to the terminus.

Progress is met with resistance. Growth is met with disintegration Eventually, everything of the world goes away.

I've tried to place my goals outside this cyclical destruction. Pray I keep my eyes on the prize.

Poison is no less poisonous for being produced in your own body

I'll spare you the reality of my messed up stomach. Suffice to say, I am in pain.

Cortisol, that terrible hormone, is swimming in my bloodstream at breakneck speed and in high concentration. It is a poison, and I know it's messing me up.

I just think this is bad

Remember, things can ALWAYS be worse.


:)

The death of long games

Let's face facts. My life, like the lives of most Americans, is over-booked. The result is that I have no time for the vey long games I used to play as a kid/student/bachelor with a crappy, no-responsibility set of meaningless jobs.

The time crunch means that I love the gaming I do have time for. I appreciate a well-crafted Euro game that is deep and strategic but is done in 90 minutes. I also love conventions more now than ever. I have more money, so I live better while at the con. At the con, I can also get any game on I want to with no shortage of willing gamers.

Don't mourn the death of long games. There are phoenixes rising from the ashes even as we speak.

A Catholic take on John Ch: 6

Warning: This short bit contains Catholic doctrine broken down for dummies. It also refers to the Gospel of John, Chapter 6. Reader discretion is advised.







John chapter six is often cited by Catholics in reference to the Eucharist. When I read CH:6 verses 32 on, I see Jesus clearly avoiding the only conclusion that Protestants that don't believe in transubstantiation can logically come to. Jesus is not being metaphorical. He means that we, lterally, are to eat his body and drink his blood.

Jesus turns a lot of followers off with this teaching (verse 60 on). If He was making a metaphor or meaning something other than what He literally says, He has plenty of time to clarify.

The Eucharist is something I think that Protestants really miss out on.

OK. That's it.

Welcome to the Underworld

This is how things go:

You start skipping class. Perhaps, you steal cigarettes from your Mom's stash. Eventually, you become bold and start pilfering little trinkets, candy, etc. from local merchants. It's a thrill, and you get away with it. You involve yourself in shady goings-on in the neighborhood. You watch the adults hustle. Soon they begin to notice your curiousity with predatory eyes.

In the world of the criminal underground, juveniles are a disposable asset. They don't do real time if they are pinched and are easy to replace if they meet a bad end.

By the time you've reached eighteen, is there any getting out of the life?

Welcome to the Underworld. No resume needed.

I Warned You

Robots really are taking over the world. Soon, museum docents will be obsolete. Whose next?

When I grow up...

Claire and I were talking yesterday about my troubles at my place of employment. She asked me "So, if you don't want to do what you are doing now, what would you rather do?" Does "cold-coolin' it" count?

Seriously, this is a toughie from the therapist. Not so tough, really, to come up with what I'd do if I didn't need money. Ah, but there's the rub.

Could I survive being a game writer/designer? Do they have benefits?

Points to ponder, instead of diving right to work...