I do like being a neutral third party. It's safer, somehow.
Like my homepage has said for a long time, "peering out from the eye of the storm"... except I've taken that first step in, I guess.
Clarification added: "The storm" is, um, a whole life thing, not a specific-to-a-situation thing. A friend commenting made me realize this sounds like something it isn't, the way I phrased it. Heh.
That'll teach me to be poetic.
Talk about a memory from my youth! I have the Mysterious Cities of Gold in .rm (RealVideo) format now, looks like I got all 39 episodes :) Getting them down from my intermediate site will take a little time, but soon I will be burning CDs as I watch.
This rocks! I used to love this series! W00t!
Why does this make me think back to what I really wanted out of gaming?
maybe this is another one of those fucking sleep deprivation moods.
Geez. How could I forget the fact I got up at 8am after getting to bed at 3? It'll all be better in the morning.
Though, how do I know that what I'm thinking when I'm sleep deprived is false, when the awake times might just be the full force power of self-delusion?
Ah, right, because absolutely nothing is clear right now. And it seems likely to stay that way.
Any thoughts on me retaking the name shabby? Screw what people think... It's a unique identifier, which I've missed on several occasions. "It's Chris" still sounds wrong coming out of my mouth when I'm on the phone, and...
Bleah. Bonanza of babbletude! Definitely bedtime.