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Tuesday 21 October 2003

Screenshot Morrowind

Pic of the day: A thin layer of snow on the ground, and the approach of fearless women. Except this picture is from Morrowind, not from real life. Which is just as well.

First snow day

If this day was remarkable at all, it must have been for the snow. It is uncommon in recent years to have snow this early. It didn't settle on the ground either, but still it was an unexpected sight. At work we gathered at the windows and looked out at the snowflakes that grew bigger and bigger until I thought they would soon be as big as handkerchiefs. There are still many leaves on the trees, so it looked unnatural, like an unprovoked attack on a peaceful and unprepared country. When I walked home there were still places where a thin layer of snow covered the ground. Due to absence of mind I forgot to go back and photograph it.

Whatever it is that keeps me from playing Rubies of Eventide, it does not forbid me playing Morrowind. I appreciate that. Morrowind is the only game I can play with the Thrustmaster game controls. OK, I have to use the trackball a bit too, but it is still reasonably lenient on my wrist. (Well, unless I do a lot of shopping or training.) Master of Magic is even better since I can play it with my left hand; but after weeks of eager playing I am getting kinda burned out with it. So I have played Morrowind. And watched some anime. And haunted the message boards of NaNoWriMo. And read my LiveJournal "friends page". Everyday stuff like that.

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There is friendship and there is friendship. Not all people on my friends list are really friends in the sense that I would appreciate having them by my side on my deathbed. (Not that this would be likely in any case, but it is a thought experiment I use when I want to find out who are my friends and who are my buddies, comrades, acquaintances and people I sympathize with.) It may seem like an extreme measure to sort people by, but it is a matter of trust, and trust does not come easily to me. So it is certainly not to say that I don't find the others interesting or that I don't have sympathy for them. I am not so bored that I would spend my time on people who have nothing to give me and who I have nothing to give. In fact, I am not bored at all. I am easily entertained and easily intrigued. It may be God's gift to me, so I don't miss or envy the gifts He has given to many others. And it is a good bet that very few people envy me either...

"Catwoman" has been rather active lately. That is the nickname I have given the only woman who sometimes approaches me on ICQ. This is because on my machine ICQ makes a mewing sound when it alerts me of incoming messages. And besides, this person comes and goes randomly: She can be gone for days or weeks, and then suddenly she is there mewing. ^_^ Apart from that she is not particularly catty. I don't really want to say much more than that: I don't give away other people's secrets. It is still worth mentioning because it eats away on my time. But I don't mind. I am in debt to God, and since He doesn't need my attention it makes sense to give it to those who need it and can benefit from it. At least I hope I do more good than harm. I am not sure myself; but as long as she is willing to take the risk, so am I.

(By the way, girls: This is not a romantic relationship, not in the least. I'm still free!)


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One year ago: A reminder from the past
Two years ago: Downward generations
Three years ago: Perverse sexual lust
Four years ago: Alien musings

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