Thursday, January 14, 2010

Blight. BLIGHT.



Some days are easier than others for making words that make sense. Writing doesn't come as easily as it did when I was younger, a bit more carefree about spouting ideas and saying silly things. Now my head applies a stupidity filter as a reflex. I can't wait until I get old and lose my marbles and get to babbling crazy talk again.

It's the zines that brought me here - been trying to work on mélange #2, and I'm fighting against distractions like SCRABBLE® and all my Steam friends list playing the new Crysis mod. Curse you all. A blight on your potatoes.

Lost 3-2 at football tonight. :( Boo. We played all right, just couldn't put enough away. And I got in the keeper's way twice, got nutmegged both times and let the ball roll in. Double boo. But it's okay. We'll do better next week with the agony of defeat as motivation.

Gentle evening time.

3 comments:

i said...

I though you might like this little infographic :)

sandy said...

hahahaha i do, yes very much.

Anonymous said...

At the time of writing your Steam friends were all playing our mod? That's awesome :D You might have the same thing happening again with the new version coming out soon ;)