Left field.
Mar. 24th, 2002 02:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dewingedOk, I've been having some of the oddest thoughts all week, especially after going out gaming when I'm sick. But I'll live.
Ok, one thought: In snack vending machines, why are all the chocolate bars and gum on the bottom racks so there's less of a fall if you get one of those, while all the fragile chip-type snacks are on the very top racks? Someone didn't plan...
Ok, one of the things that always bugged me was the stereotype that all people who play Role-playing games worship Satan or somesuch. I realized this week that I know a lot of gamers. Personally, Some of these people would actually be marginally interesting if they did worship Satan. I don't know whether to be amused or saddened by this.
And, I figured out that, sometimes, I think my inner child has the potential to be a right bastard, if left unchecked.
Ok, today, I went gaming, and it's held at my friend's store (No Michael, however). While there, a few of the kids were there finishing up the weekly Mage Knight Tournament. One of them, who had to eb about 13 or 14, was looking at someone's table, where they were playing Warlord, and asked "Hey, you smoking the wacky tobacky?" It's a joke. People ask that all the time.
I turned around in my chair, and just flat-out asked. "Oh? Do you have some?" I didn't realize I had actually said it until I did, and the kid just chuckled.
But, inside, there was a part of me that was talking, and it said "C'mon, Kid. Say Yes, and surprise the hell out of me, and throw me a curve ball for a most predictable day."
Had he said yes, I can't say what I would have done. And part of me really, really likes that.
Ok, one thought: In snack vending machines, why are all the chocolate bars and gum on the bottom racks so there's less of a fall if you get one of those, while all the fragile chip-type snacks are on the very top racks? Someone didn't plan...
Ok, one of the things that always bugged me was the stereotype that all people who play Role-playing games worship Satan or somesuch. I realized this week that I know a lot of gamers. Personally, Some of these people would actually be marginally interesting if they did worship Satan. I don't know whether to be amused or saddened by this.
And, I figured out that, sometimes, I think my inner child has the potential to be a right bastard, if left unchecked.
Ok, today, I went gaming, and it's held at my friend's store (No Michael, however). While there, a few of the kids were there finishing up the weekly Mage Knight Tournament. One of them, who had to eb about 13 or 14, was looking at someone's table, where they were playing Warlord, and asked "Hey, you smoking the wacky tobacky?" It's a joke. People ask that all the time.
I turned around in my chair, and just flat-out asked. "Oh? Do you have some?" I didn't realize I had actually said it until I did, and the kid just chuckled.
But, inside, there was a part of me that was talking, and it said "C'mon, Kid. Say Yes, and surprise the hell out of me, and throw me a curve ball for a most predictable day."
Had he said yes, I can't say what I would have done. And part of me really, really likes that.
Falling Candy Bars and Crispy Chips
Date: 2002-03-27 08:45 am (UTC)Okay, onto the next item. Chip packets have in them an enclosed volume of air that act as a cushion for the chips inside. Some believe that you actually pay for the service of having air in a bag, rather than the consumption of the chip-type food item. Heaven knows that they don't put enough chips in the bag in the first place. Thusly, I put it to you that if you drop a bag of chips from the top tier of a vending machine it will fall, nay, float gently down from the heights from whence it came, leaving the fragile pieces of potato or corn relatively unpulverized. I rest my case. ~Someone Not So Anonymous.