I’ve been feeling extremely worn out as of late, which is probably symptomatic of my not doing anything at all. FWIW my little shaman is coming along nicely, if a bit slower than expected; I’m trying to appreciate the artwork and storytelling and flametongue crits in my SCT. My estranged progeny seems to be doing well, too, but I’ve no idea who or what powers he serves now. Such are the consequences of giving your WoW account away to play only the best MUD ever.
Its a tough decision: keep a now-obscure culture alive, or pay for a videogame that chicks dig.
I just had the chance to tinker with Logic Pro and Mainstage — and wow. I know I keep saying this but maybe now I can go buy a MIDI keyboard and finally get my act together. GarageBand suddenly feels like those little plastic rainbow-coloured xylophones you had when you were 4, which is to say it’s totally awesome but so not a Korg.
Last Thursday I watched more TV than I have in the past two years or so put together, although it technically wasn’t TV but almost the entire first season of How I Met Your Mother. That and at least half a dozen whole movies and a few more we couldn’t endure to the end. Mind you much television is prosaic at best, vapid filler between the occasionally engaging ad, but I guess I can see where the rest of the world is coming from if I squint really hard and there’s great company. Is it elitist to think TV sucks? I need only direct you to tonight’s rerun of Living with Lydia, where the cast was doing the chicken dance in chicken suits at the wedding of an unremarkable secretary type and the king of a fictional nation that intentionally sounds like murtabak. With all due respect to the late comediene, the show is complete nonsense, and I don’t mean in a Super Mega kind of way. I can’t believe I wrote all that to namedrop Johnny Smash.