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[Aug. 26th, 2008|08:55 am] |
Things I have not been posting about:
--The random conversation I had with a bookstore cashier that ended up with him giving me a leftover pre-release Breaking Dawn button. ("It will take your breath away~" it says, in froofy font.) I like to think that there's some die-hard Twilight fan who'd cheerfully deck me to get her hands on this, but probably not.
--AGD Interactive finished their remake of Quest for Glory II. ♥♥♥ I swear, I thought they'd never finish it, and now it's killing me to wait for the long weekend so I can play it. II and IV were always my favorites, and II wins out because it didn't take forever to get running or crash once every hour or have game-breaking bugs. It always made me grumpy that II never got a nice VGA remake--not that the old graphics'n'text parser aren't charming in a nostalgic way, but, er, shallow!me wanted to see the Arabian Nights setting done up all pretty.
--Volume 8 of After School Nightmare is out. Unfortunately, having spoiled myself for the end to find out if my guess about the Big Secret was
right or not, I...have sort of eliminated the ability to make any comments on the remaining volumes without being influenced by that knowledge. :| On the other hand, volume 1 of Black Lagoon is also out, which means I can finally have an excessive guns-and-actions kinda-fanservicey-kinda-not series to read. Sometimes it's nice to pick up something in which you know there's usually going to be a fistfight or a gun battle or an explosion on half the pages. (No matter how much grim and depressing it gets later, or how much all that violence is meant to be a subversion.)
--Reading comics again is weird. And no less disheartening than it was four or five years ago--for every issue or series that makes me chirp with delight, there are five or six that send me running pell-mell back to the old things I've already read, because at least those don't make me want to stomp around and throw things. Manga really have spoiled me. (Also, my bookstore finally organized and alphabetized their TPB section, and all that did was assist me in learning that they didn't carry any of the TPBs I actually wanted to buy. Nice job, guys.)
--There was a really, really disturbing moment a couple of weeks ago when I was having dinner out with someone, and made an insipid remark about the
effects of depression, and started laughing at the sheer banality of what I'd said, and then couldn't make myself stop laughing. Better than bursting into tears, I guess, and it only lasted for a couple of minutes, but I was scared for the rest of the evening. Dear self, let's not have our first nervous breakdown in a random suburban restaurant.
--No sooner had I finished that Thing I didn't want to work on--well, what I could do of it--when another one got thrown onto my desk. Literally. Printed on neon-green paper. Now I feel like it's glaring at me every time I sit down and glance at it.
There really ought to be a way to help people without...having to interact with them at all. It's not like I can help it if all people make me feel tired and anxious and gloomy. |
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