Who took the jam outta your doughnut?
Last night was rather interesting. Not interesting in so much that this post will be anything substantial or impressive, but it was interesting that in that I spent a lot of time working on manual dexterity.
As you know, I recently aquired a PS3. It's quite addictive. Last night I got started playing the video game Call of Duty 3. It's your standard shooter, world war II game. I shouldn't say that, it does go beyond "standard" but the basics are the same. I was Johnny Buttonmasher for a couple couple of hours last night. Things were going swimmingly. It also helped me practice my German. Now, when I go to Germany I'll be able to say several new phrases... such as "The enemy is in the house", "Shoot over there", "Grenade!", and "Kill the American". I will do so well overseas. At one point in the game I had to drive a jeep around France. That was very cathartic. Important note for dictionary lovers out there... I'm referring to the emotional release definition of cathartic... not the laxative version. But yeah... I spent a good 45 minutes running over pedestrians in the jeep. Before you judge... they were jay-walking... and shooting at me. And the game alternative is far better than the "drive into DC with a plow" alternative. So yeah.... vroooom!
At one point in the game, the story switched me from being an American soldier to being a British commando helping the French underground. It took me many restarts before I got it through my head that I wasn't supposed to shoot all of the Frenchies. I couldn't help myself.
Eventually the game took away my jeep and supply of French targets so I quit.
I then picked up the guitar and practiced for a while. My fingers are still sore. I should mention that I'm double jointed in my fingers so it's harder for me to keep pressure on the strings. I can't use leverage because my fingers will just bend backwards... about 15 degrees at each knuckle. It's creepy really, although there are some benefits. I had to stop that after a bit because it was just killing the fingers. The new strings are taking more time to get used to than I'd hoped.
I then decided to watch "Snatch". Since I was in a Brit-alt music frame of mind anyway, it seemed like a good idea. I do so enjoy that film. After it was over I just felt like going to bed, so I did... at the early hour of 2am I think. That was an early night.
I reaped the reward of 7 whole hours of sleep... double my usual. I actually feel more tired now though than if I'd had less.
I can't win.
Oh well. It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game. That's a stupid line. If you lose the game, then you obviously played it like a loser... otherwise you'd have won. So basically... if you lose... you've lost... because you play like a loser... and you've got bad breath.
I'm sure I had a point when I started this...