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Mar. 5th, 2004 02:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dewingedI wonder if I do do it to myself. We technically aren't supposed to be surfing the net while we're at our desks. And, I might be the only one in the department who actually sticks to this rule. I'd love to be able to LJ post more than just during my lunch, because it would save a hell of a lot of time overall.
Of course, I also wish the 'games' Websense was turned off. Not so much to play games but check out Disgaea info because I've got the game on the brain on the moment, have a question, can't answer it easily and my PS2 is at home. ;)
Still, it all comes back to Time. I kinda see it as the only 'real' currency people have, and by far the most valuable one. I want to say it's especially true for gamers/roleplayers, but it's a lot more widespread than that. It's hard to explain through my eyes, but it's just how I feel.
Odd thing: I have a pen that is on my desk at work. You know, office supplies, and it's the usual thing: the ink will run out one day and I'll have to get a new one, yadda yadda yadda. WIth every new pen I start using, I end up doing the same thing. I'll start moving the little pieces around, opening the pen, looking at the insides, putting it back together. Again, I'm at the point where I can take it apart and put it back together without thinking about it, and I catch myself doing it without conscious thought. Of course, all the parts are loose and shabby and such, but it still works.
And yeah, I'm fully aware of the irony and allegory of what I just said.
I keep thinking I want something. Had someone ask RL what I wanted, and I couldn't answer because I couldn't put the desired emotional state into something that made sense. It's a bundle of emotions, mixed together, and it's sorta kinda what I want. But, I have trouble applying/finding it in the world outside of my own mind, trying to shy away from the material. I was working on purchasing something from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
foomf, but I'm going to wait til the tax check comes in for anything else outside of bills and such.
Passing by someone's desk, she was rattling off the seven deadly sins. Me: "Yeah, I've almost got the complete set of those!"
Which was met with laughter. Which doesn't raise my faith in the rest of humanity all that much.
Lunchtime. Almost. If this call doesn't take too much time.
Of course, I also wish the 'games' Websense was turned off. Not so much to play games but check out Disgaea info because I've got the game on the brain on the moment, have a question, can't answer it easily and my PS2 is at home. ;)
Still, it all comes back to Time. I kinda see it as the only 'real' currency people have, and by far the most valuable one. I want to say it's especially true for gamers/roleplayers, but it's a lot more widespread than that. It's hard to explain through my eyes, but it's just how I feel.
Odd thing: I have a pen that is on my desk at work. You know, office supplies, and it's the usual thing: the ink will run out one day and I'll have to get a new one, yadda yadda yadda. WIth every new pen I start using, I end up doing the same thing. I'll start moving the little pieces around, opening the pen, looking at the insides, putting it back together. Again, I'm at the point where I can take it apart and put it back together without thinking about it, and I catch myself doing it without conscious thought. Of course, all the parts are loose and shabby and such, but it still works.
And yeah, I'm fully aware of the irony and allegory of what I just said.
I keep thinking I want something. Had someone ask RL what I wanted, and I couldn't answer because I couldn't put the desired emotional state into something that made sense. It's a bundle of emotions, mixed together, and it's sorta kinda what I want. But, I have trouble applying/finding it in the world outside of my own mind, trying to shy away from the material. I was working on purchasing something from
foomf, but I'm going to wait til the tax check comes in for anything else outside of bills and such.Passing by someone's desk, she was rattling off the seven deadly sins. Me: "Yeah, I've almost got the complete set of those!"
Which was met with laughter. Which doesn't raise my faith in the rest of humanity all that much.
Lunchtime. Almost. If this call doesn't take too much time.