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[dewinged]

-1:02 PM

I think I saw the sun for a few moments earlier today. I think this happens every so often so said sun can remind us that it's there, and then hide behind another raincloud and point and laugh at us.

I prefer to call it 'Swimming through Spring,' myself.

I decided to play with a journal entry before lunch since I just spent my free moments at work today just staring at a file and not finding the words. I think I'll talk to gamerguy tonight about it. Maybe.

Besides, I'm still dealing with what I have figured out is the Gamer's greatest enemy. Time.

No, I'm serious. It all boils down to time. Namely, how much time one has for the hobby, and how much time one wants to give. Schedules don't mesh because of it, scenes run slow or stop because of it, campaigns barely get started because of it. You name it: a lot of aspects of gaming are centered around Time. So, at least in my case, one learns to adapt to it. In some ways, gamers have the capability of controlling time. Or, at least their own time and availability.

Example: I tend to do laundry while gaming online, and have managed to send out bills, shop at Amazon, and make lunch for work in betweeen poses on a game. But I don't have great multi-tasking skills (like, say, iceraver does). I can usually juggle about 3 online scenes at the most, but adding more stuff makes me start to panic a little. I admit to this, and I try to schedule stuff so I don't go overboard. Again, time.


Also, still questioning my own wavelength. In my real life, I still feel a little out of synch with damn near everyone else. I mean, even now. I've heard of music groups and songs I have on my hard drive, and I can make a pretty accurate guess that no one else around where I live has really heard of them. (Examples: 'Until' by ATC, and 'Walking and Thinking' by Ra.) Even now, I don't think anyone else here has listened to Bond on a regular basis.

Still trying to think. Got Wierd Al's new CD recently, and some of it is very funny. But, I'm working out on trying to find the fundamental joke in the last track, "Genius in France." It's the last track (tyhe traditional long song on his albums recently), and it's not bad, but lacks the calculated surreality that "Albuquerque" had on 'Running With Scissors.' If someone knows what I'm supposed to be listening for in the song, let me know?

Going to try and see what I can finish online tonight. Maybe manage some damage control in the meantime.

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[lithera.livejournal.com]

If I can help with the managing things, let me know?

I do understand the time thing. I really do. Recently I've been running into it myself. Not enough time to do everything I want, either my time or someone else's. It's a pain.

[argetlam.livejournal.com]

Genius in France is a tribute to the late Frank Zappa. If you're famillair with Zappa at all and listened to this song you'd swear that Frank rose up from the grave to give the world one last finger. It's a very good style parody (and it even has Frank's son, Dweezil on guitar), and I find it rather surprising that he did it. Frank isn't exactly mainstream, or even recognizable underground like Devo and the B-52s (at the time that he parodied them) were. I'm glad he did it, and I'm happy that he did it well, and I'm not at all surprised to find that it just doesn't click with a lot of people.