That's not what the Death card means

I've got a fever
written 2008-07-13 19:48:56

And the only prescription is more cowbell. Okay, not really. Nor do I have a high temperature or anything.

First, this: Chess-boxing. No, really.

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Heard a set by Dar Williams from the XPN XPonential Music Festival live on the radio. It was like being reassured that there was meaning and hope in the world.

Reading Quixote by Bryan Glass, which I picked up at Wizard World and still haven't polished off. Reading Freddy and Fredericka which I have only been reading on breaks at work - it must mean I'm working too hard if I haven't finished it yet.

Playing a tremendous, obscene amount of World of Warcraft. I justify this lifestyle choice by submitting that I have already paid for an entire month of the game, and by annihilating chunks of my life playing online games I'm saving money by not going out and spending money I don't have on things I don't need. Sometime in the next few months I'll post my "I quit" message and, if I'm not too ashamed, I'll post the "amount of time played, total" that the game will tell you if you ask for it. No one ever asks for it, because of the shame.

I almost became Batman this week. While sitting in my study, pondering how criminals are a cowardly and superstitious lot, a bat flew in my window. Now, as most of the hardcore know, Bruce Wayne has this experience and decides to become a terrifying symbol to intimidate evil men. However, if Bruce had not been wearing a shirt and the bat had landed on his bare back and he shrieked like a little girl, he may have become a very different hero. Possibly the "Throw Something Living On Criminals' Bare Sensitive Flesh Man" or something similar.

Suffice to say, I will not be fighting crime anytime soon.

--7:45 PM, EDT, Newtown, PA, the play was called the Unicorn, and she was the Unicorn, which means the star of the play was my babysitter

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