Wisdom, and still being foolish

YES I finally did it! The American Dream! I've... sold out.

Put google ads on the side. I'm actually curious as to what kind of advertisement gets picked out as "targeted" for this g-thang here. Whoops, there's the gangster target.

My Lensmoor character has come across a young lady and has fallen quite hard for her. Huh huh, he said "Hard". Got the Beavis and Butthead fanboy market.

Anywho, Diana's character (I'll spare you the link cause I don't know if she wants to keep it a secret or not) had a chat with Jasmain. Next thing I know over chat I get a message from her, ooc, "Oh dear" and "She's chaste."

My In-Character guy is completely separate from the Out-Of-Character me, so I have no way to communicate this to him, and Di's character is very hard to run into and speak with because she's invisible so often. But ultimately Jasmain brought it up to Manixus. Nothing before marriage. Of course there was a little fun, though, for his 21st birthday.

Gawd, even though it's IC, I miss naughty chat and naughty phone calls a hell of a lot. It was pretty cool, although I don't think dry humping would be very effective with bulky armor. Teenagers confused about sexuality market? Check. Homemade armor aficionados? Check.

But, sometimes I wonder if I have a latent multiple personality disorder, which gives life to my writing. Because Manixus seems to have taken a life on his own. He's struggling with the morality of marrying someone just for sex. I really don't know what he's gonna come up with. Pass the popcorn.

(quoted from the blog:)
However, it seems that one can add more to that. Jasmain has chosen to "save herself" for this construct. This, no doubt about it as of right now, means to continue where our urges leave off. The analogy always seems to return to the cow. There is a belief that a man would not buy the cow if its milk were free. The main differences are that no sensible man would buy a cow whose milk he did not get to sample, and one speaks as if the cow did not wish to be milked.

Heh heh, farmer market? Check. Militant cows plotting revenge on the humans? Check.

And here I sit. I can't say I wish I had that dilema to think about. Although I would be kind of nice at least some of the premise.

Drama with my video card is STILL going on. I can't practice my Quake 3 for a HUGE GIGANTIC LAN PARTY... er... 3 people. Which is probably good because I'd have an unfair advantage for being UBER MAN! Heh, not really. The 3d hardware on my laptop is fairly competant, but not that great. And I'll need to "aquire" a mouse and separate keyboard to play because of the way the keys tend to stick and how HILARIOUS control with a touchpad is. At least it's got Bid For Power on it, too.

Quakecon? Check. Drooling DBZ fanboys? Check.

In other news, Diana's got a blog herself. She gave me her link. Particularly interesting and informative is reading what was going on while we were getting close, and before that happened. She's a bit of what I call a "fleck" writer, in which small flecks of data pull themselves together to produce something that doesn't really flow with consciousness like these things are supposed to be. But, hey, kids, eh?

I didn't want to remind her of my blog. No no no. Bad idea. But, know what? Like I said. I can only offer truth. And sometimes truth hurts.

Speaking of bad ideas, we're gonna move in together. Well, she's got a steady job now. And, hell, it's about time I did anyway. I have a feeling us living together would help keep my life interesting. And for all the crap people think and say about her, some much of it being her fault, I'll have a chance to show, by example, how a decent person behaves.

She's going to benefit much from this, and I'll feel good about that.

Linda was in a car accident. Samantha had to call me to inform me. I went to her hospital bed, and she was doing ok, just breathing kinda shallow. I could have sworn I saw a tear, but she turned her head so that if she DID have a tear, I wouldn't be able to see it anyway. They released her this evening and she called me. She made me laugh: "now the hospital people think you're my boyfriend."

Poor thing, though. Car = totalled. It was a pretty safe Dodge Neon, but, man, those drivers in North Miami Beach are NUTS.

Squirrels? Check.

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*shun*

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