Divisions and Precisions

This is how some of

This is how some of my writing days go. Except for the diet Pepsi part.

Search Engine Entry from Hell

So this is me, once again waiting for the caffeine to kick in. Honestly, I was ready to go to bed at about midnight last night, but stupid, twinkish combat and its aftermath kept me up until 1:30 or so. Arachnophobia kept me awake until 2:30. I saw another spider in my room last night, identical to the one I killed yesterday morning. Ick. Oh, and by the way, if you're going to have a MUSH that has some characters more powerful than others, make sure your players aren't assholes who are going to pick on random characters to show off their nifty powers, and then lie about what those powers actually do. And then claim they activated powers they never did. Grar. If you've ever sat through any gaming argument to the effect of "I said I was casting that spell!" "No, you didn't!" "Yes I did!" then you know what I went through, except that this guy had the potential to kill each of our characters fairly easily. It was irritating and not at all the way I wanted to spend my evening.

After all, I could have been playing The Sims. Yes, I finally broke down and bought it Sunday, and proceeded to play it for seven hours straight. Why is that game so addictive? I mean, you'd figure it would be dull or weird, telling little computerized people when to eat and when to go to the bathroom and when to go to work, but it was fascinating. But then, it's by the same people who gave us SimCity, which I also played endlessly. It was frustrating and fun to try and figure out why one character was miserable no matter what I did, while another was always happy. If I can keep my eyes open long enough, I'll play when I get home today.

And while I'm rambling aimlessly, what the hell is wrong with people? I heard last night that one of the recently departed support reps didn't quit, but was fired for having very loud and very obvious phone sex in her cubicle. Lots of people heard it, and it went on long enough that someone went and got a manager to sit outside her cube and listen to her. I think I heard they got a recording of it as well. I mean, if you've got an office and can close your door, that's one thing. Still a little weird, but... if you have a cubicle that's open to the world? Meanwhile, one of my coworkers here in my department is over at her desk chatting with a friend about vibrators and some sex toy party they went to. They're trying to be discreet, but failing. And people wonder why I don't say much at work. Jeez. Don't get me wrong, I'm about as pro-self-exploration as you can get, but people, there's a time and a place. There are times when I despair of my own common sense, then something like this happens, and I don't feel so bad anymore.

According to the update I got last night, Justin is doing well, if a bit jaundiced. I'm missing the little guy already, and considering invading his parents' house sometime this weekend. Well, that and there was some talk of gaming. Heh. This should be a challenge. There are two children below the age of two with our gaming group now for sure, with another couple considering getting involved -- they have two kids with a third on the way. I am, it seems, destined to be the Childless Wonder. I admit, my biological clock started ticking a little louder after being at Justin's birth. If, after I finish grad school, I'm still single and still wanting a baby, I'll consider single motherhood. Modern science is a wonderful thing, after all. So's adoption. Or maybe I'll just decide to be surrogate aunt to all of my friends' children.

And yes, this is going to be the entry that earns me the weirdest search engine hits.

Wow. Counting today I have

Wow. Counting today I have just four more days of regular class sessions. I made it! I survived a whole semester! This is a big deal; the last three semesters I attempted before this I dropped out halfway through. And in 17 days I'll be going to California.

Now if I could just find a way to play The Sims on my computer at work... (Yes, I started playing it. It's all Laura's fault.)