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[Sep. 22nd, 2008|08:35 am] |
So. Tired. I feel bad about dropping off the planet for so long, but it's not really right to post or comment or try to chat with anyone when your conversation is around the level of "buuuuuuuuh".
Was grumping last week over the "take a photo of yourself RIGHT NOW!" meme, because it assumes that everyone obviously has immediate access to a digital camera/webcam of some sort. And then I remembered that Shiny New Laptop has a webcam, except I had completely forgotten about it because, er, I covered it up right away. (What? Webcams still scare me a bit.) Anyway, I don't think it's fair to do it now, since the point of the meme--the spontaneity--is long gone.
I must have been watching too many video Let's Plays lately, because I had a dream over the weekend about reading Youtube comments full of nothing but time-markers--"0:30-0:33?" "4:26-5:05!"--that were actually an elaborate code that contained the secrets for the destruction of the universe.
Oh! And yesterday, through an odd little sequence of events at the bank, I ended up with some unlucky person's ATM card and $40 of their money. Of course I was frantic to return it, so I called the bank's 800 number and they managed to reach the account holder--and, amazingly, he was close enough for me to meet him at a nearby spot and return it.
Now, if this had occurred in Movie Land (or whatever land ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) rachelmanija lives in that throws burning cars and jilted brides into her life) it would have the start of a sugary rom-com or some icky slasher gorn or an exciting spy thriller!--but it was just boring real life, and I cheerfully handed the card and cash back to the man, and he thanked me and drove away.
When I told my mother about it, though, I mentioned that it was his wife's card, but the since the account was in her husband's name the bank had called
him--and she jokingly said, "And what if it turns out they're getting a divorce and you just gave him her ATM card and her money...?", thus dispelling any leftover glowy feelings I'd had about doing the right thing. While Cute Romantic Interest and/or Action Girl are completely out of my league, Naive Innocent Who Unintentionally Ruins the Protagonist's Plans With a Helpful And Well-Meaning Act would be a depressingly plausible role for me.
(...actually, the most likely movie to come out of this would have been some kind of heist film--the card was left in the machine with the PIN already keyed in, so I could have theoretically cleaned out the account up to the ATM limit, and then ganked their account number for future hijinx. However, since I'm not really cunning enough to be a sneaky thief, the movie probably would have taken a sharp turn into gritty, in-over-your-head territory and ended up with me in prison pondering on my sins. Alas!)
Then I went to get groceries, forgot to buy the two most important things I went for in the first place, found out that every gas station within a ten minute radius is out of fuel--which meant I couldn't in good conscience drive to the bookstore like I wanted--and came home and had an allergy attack, which I am still in the middle of. Super.
Yeah, yeah, cry moar, I know. I did let myself eat something with whipped cream for dinner, though, so I guess I got a little reward.
Listening: the Clockwork Cabaret! katilara, who is a joy, did several posts
recently on steampunk/steampunk-y works and mentioned this. I am not a big fan of podcasts because I find it difficult to actually concentrate on them, which makes a lot of them sort of useless for me, but this won my heart when in the very first show the hosts (in character) cheerfully talked about the "untimely and violently explosive death" of their parents, and then played "O! What A Dream It Was" and another song based on Good Omens. ♥!
Gaming: in chat karose rightly pointed out the aggravating-ness of almost all of the aliens in Mass Effect being bipedal humanoids, which pinged some faint memory in my head: 'didn't I used to play an SF action-RPG that had lots of exploring and chatting with aliens, and some of them were actually spiders and birds and crabs and tentacle-y things...?' Yes, apparently. And there's a port for Windows, too, since everything old is new again.
So I spent a little time replaying it (and realizing that I've lost any skill I may have had at it, good golly) and...all right, plenty of other people have point this out by now, but I would really love to know if any of the ME creators played the Star Control series in their formative years, because--hours and hours of dialogue? Zipping around the galaxy doing lots of alien diplomacy and mineral scans? A race of blue-skinned attractive humanoids that's composed almost entirely of females? (Okay, okay, that's not exactly an uncommon element of the genre, but still...) Really, though, a 1992 DOS game should not be more forward-thinking than a shiny new next-gen game in regard to alien types. I realize there's issues involved with developing character models and movement, but come on.
My goodness, all this text! And yet I have the feeling I haven't really said anything at all. |
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