I hate working overtime. A lot of people I've run into work every hour they can get. They can have the money. Time is more valuable to me. I could care less for money. Let it rot. If I could get away from work so I could persue the arts like I want, I would do it, poor or not. I don't care. I may just do it soon. I'm making plans.
I was just thinking the other day that I don't have any Grandparents around anymore. I always thought they'd be there forever when I was younger. It's strange. But I'm now Uncle John to my half dozen neices and nephews, so that's something. I don't really feel like an Uncle though. I feel like a kid, like always.
I haven't used my skiis yet this year. I'd have to get used to them again. Cross-country skiing is a little bit tricky.
Oh man more reasons for me to pick up a Wii-U. I think I'm going to plan on getting one at least before Bayonetta 2 comes out in May.
I've played a few hours of Fallout 3. Got killed as soon as I got out of the Vault. But the game haunts me, and I should go back and play it again sometime.
I have several blogs I posted in the wee hours for the previous day. I suppose in the final scoring, those won't count, but my day runs from 12pm-4am roughly.
That's the one I have.
Cabinets are cool. I'd love to own a few and maybe a MAME machine with a ton of installed games. It's just nice playing stand-up machines with it's big buttons and joystick. I wonder why in Japan all the machines are sit-down ones.
Cookie Clicker is hilarious. I don't intend to play it, just think about it. Reduce a game down to its most basic adictive element. Ha!
