Okay, so maybe the gnashing and clawing and rending isn't totally necessary for me to be happy once again. All I needed was a little TLC from a friend, and a brand new video game. That's right, my darlings! I am now one of th 14 million geeks that play Ultima Online!
You won't be seeing me for a while, I reckon...unless you hunt me down while I'm playing. Thank goodness for the beauty and wonder that is the cable modem! My phone, it's free, all while I'm playing my fabulous new game. You should see my character...well...except for a little problem with the hairstyle I picked. I mean, when I think topknot, I think of the cute little bun I wear in my hair every day. It never dawned on me they would mean that little bun would be the ONLY piece of hair on your head.
So I have the cutest little almost bald girl. *sigh* Tonight I'm going to get a horse. Hee hee. I know I sound like a complete anti-social freak when i talk about a video game like this, but I don't care all that much, because it makes me happy. The other characters in the video game are real people at their computers too, so it seems less horribly geeky somehow.
Wow. The effort people have put into this game is just stunning. I'm not playing it now (alas, for I am at work) but I'm looking at the Animal Tamers webpage United Tamers who would have thought it. There's also The Pacific Rangers Council and they have lots of handy information on training and care of animals within UO.
There is a lot of trash talking going on at the United Tamers bulletin board, but hey, isn't that the natural tendancy of all people? To bitch about something...even though they play it, like it, and are usually just mad because its something they want that doesn't quite work right. I think the idea is fabulous, and nothing is perfect, and that's just the way it is. That's okay. Gamers are the most complainingist people I have ever met, I think.
Of course, I don't know that many people, so who can tell.
There really is no other news right now. All the other areas of my life are just putting along at full crawl. When I asked the universe to give me a normal life, at a normal pace, I guess I didn't know what I was asking for. Then again, I really am too old to live by the adage Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Beautiful Corpse
What does he think he's doing. No, really. Doesn't call, then tries for a bootie call, then calls me to SHOP for him ... so he can do stuff without me. As usual. He ditches me completely then expects me to just up and be there to help him out with stuff. What's he helping me with? *sings to self* "What have you done for me lately....doop do do doop" Riiiight. What the hell am I supposed to do with this.
Frustrated....I'm going home.....to hell with all of em!
~Dryad~