Sunday 22 June 2003

Pic of the day: Woman with talking sword but without hands. It will almost make sense a few paragraphs down.

In short

It's not like I'm trying to cheat you out of your regularly scheduled journal. But catching up is hard to do. I've been writing in length on a treatise on submission – in various meanings of the word – as a way to shirk responsibility and the burden of choices. But it is hard to write enough and not too much on a topic that is so littered with toes that you cannot put a foot down without stomping on some. And the picture I'm trying to prepare ... well, considerable work has gone into it, and now I worry mostly that it is too good ...

I suspect most of my readers are here for the gray entries, the ones that are more journal than diary, more commentary than description. Yet there are times when I wish I could just write blue entries, about computer games. It is easy, they grow long naturally, and no one becomes disturbed and start to slide off the slippery slopes of sanity.

Green entries can easily become short, namely when I try to write about my life. For unlike playing, and unlike thinking, I don't do a much of living. Certainly not that is remarkable in this time. As my friend Lilarcor the talking sword so often says: "On the road with you I've been doing a lot of thinking. A lot of thinking. A LOT of thinking. Which means we're not doing much killing, so let's get on with it!"

To that effect I intend to go online to see if any level 40+ characters need help from an overly defensive paladin to get to level 50 and discover for themselves the non-joy of reaching your goals while still alive. If not, I guess I could go back to Morrowind to hunt for the perfect screen shot. There is a shortage of female characters with hands. And I definitely intend to give some thought to what is the best way to avoid feeling responsible: Religion, bondage or role playing.