Pic of the day: Glimpse of the new village across the river at
A nice mild autumn day. As I left the house to shop groceries, I noticed that it was mild. I changed to my spring jacket. In retrospect, I know I could have walked in my vest. I did however trust the calendar as much as my own senses, and so sweated like a horse. Well deserved.
During much of the morning, this old love song repeated itself in my
head. Ironically, it goes like this: "Words don't come easy to me..."
My Master of Magic spree came to an abrupt stop as the computer locked. It will do that at a certain point into the later part of the game. Which is also my favorite part. At this point I have built up enough troops and heroes and artifacts and magic to crush my competitors like lice. But I don't. To me, the game is not about crushing the competition at first chance. As long as they don't try anything fancy, they are allowed to live. While I explore every inch of the game worlds' surface. Clear out every dungeon and ruin. Occupy and tap into every node of magic energy. Build up all six of my heroes and dress them up with artifacts loaded with magic. Research every spell in all of my spellbooks. Only then do I cast the Spell of Mastery, sending my competitors into the void and assuming my rightful place as ruler of the world! MUAHAHA! Ahem.
I can't help but feel some sympathy for Bill Gates. People should be allowed to plot for world domination as long as they don't hire assassins, that's how I see it. There comes a point in a man's life when world domination is the only worthwhile goal. Though I can't say I've reached that point in real life ... I think I could still take a little bit of shallow pleasure from uncountable riches and hordes of fawning chicks.
Funny, somewhere in the back of my head they're playing another song now, but very faintly. I don't get more than snatches of it. "Dream, dream, dream" seems to be the recurring line. "All I have to do is dream"? Sounds vaguely familiar. Then again, I've spent quite a bit of the afternoon in bed, making up for a week with way too little sleep. I can hardly believe I haven't got my cold sores yet after a week like this. They use to come when I don't get enough sleep. So after overdosing on chocolate covered caramel, I dived in the duvets and settled for some prolonged passive pillow cuddling. I feel better now, but chances are that now I'm gonna hop around all night instead.
Have you dreamt that you were dreaming? Isn't that scary? Makes you wonder when you wake up ... am I really awake?
This afternoon I dreamt that I was lying on a really big pile of
duvets. (I use the French name because I do not think any true English
speaking person would be caught alive or dead wrapped in soft fluffy
stuff. I, however, like a true continental, wallow in it.
Oh well. I guess that was too much information as usual. Words come too easy. Have a good night. Sweet dreams.
Visit the Diary Farm for the older diaries I've put out to pasture.