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May 3rd, 2004

Back from the coma.

Am I the first one to see the marketing flaw in prune juice? Call it Plum Juice, and people will actually drink it. Surely there must be some reason that people aren't doing that.

Man, I installed Neverwinter Nights Hordes of the Underdark on Friday and played it approximately from 5 pm then until 5 am this morning, with about a 8 hour break in there for sleep. I knew it was going to happen when I installed it, because it's the same thing that happened when I installed the original NWN. But I just lose all sense of time when I'm playing. I didn't eat all weekend except for a box of friggin Couscous I saw when I was getting a coke can. Shouldn't have eaten that whole box. I also went through a 12-pack and most of a 18-pack of Coke. I don't know why I get so zonked when I play, but it's a credit to the game, I guess. I used to play Neverwinter Nights when it was originally on AOL back in like 1992. It was one of the very first MMORPG's for sure. All CGA graphics and whatnot. Character names could only be your real AOL screenname, which for me is the same screenname I have today, 12 YEARS LATER. I've had the same AOL account for 12 years, for christ's sake. And back then I used to run up AOL bills of over 100 bucks a month (there weren't any unlimited hour plans back then) from playing that EverCrack precurser. Kind of like a MUCK, in some ways I guess. I'm a carnage junkie, so if there's a game which has carnage in full 64-meg detail with anti-aliasing and surround-sound gore, I'M THERE.

A decade of sorts

So today my Dad's been dead for 10 years exactly. I think it was something around 4 or 5 hours ago, time-wise. My watch's calendar rounded an extra day on April so I went through the whole day thinking it was the 2nd (my internal calender is about 3 days off as my last post will explain). It was the night of my JROTC awards banquet, at the end of 9th grade. I had to put on my uniform and I met up with my new friends and we had dinner and whatnot, and they gave random awards for whatever we managed to do that year. I remember that I saw my Dad being wheeled past a couple of windows towards the door to the cafeteria (where everyone was eating) briefly, but I never saw him enter. My friend saw him also, but since he never came inside I for some reason got distracted from wondering about it. At some point well before the banquet ended, my Dad's friend came over to me and told me we had to go. So we took a drive to the hospital (which was a habitual thing for us during that time), and when we got out of the car to go inside my Mom and he told us that my Dad had died a little bit beforehand, just kind of gave up the ghost as he tried to get up out of bed to come attend my banquet. They didn't really work on their timing of the delivery beforehand, I could tell. And then they sort of briskly brought me and my sister (who was with us that night) to his room, where my Grandmother was crying and her husband was consoling her. He was lying there in the bed, pale and thin, which is to say he looked much the same as he did the last time I saw him. So, I went and put my hand on his chest and I think said somesuch, and then I don't really remember the rest of the night so well. I remember it wasn't like I thought it would be, it wasn't very sad; just kind of weird. The next day was the worst I can remember, insomuch as I can remember days. And then two days later was the funeral, and four days later was my 15th birthday. And then skip 10 years and that's that.


So moral of the story is.. check up on that little calendar thing in your watch, because weird shit will sneak up on you if you're not keeping track.