The Edge of the Internet

*Snicker*

Deep down in dismal drudgery dwell denizens of damnation’s department for derogatory lives and destiny’s disinherited delineations. A grandiose title for an over heated windowless, unadorned ferroconcrete office barely measuring a miserable six feet square. Crammed into this cast off flotsam of bureaucracy stood an elegant art deco desk in silver and glass, behind it sat out hapless clear, slightly drooling little drips of strawberry flavored saliva, don’t ask how the author knows its strawberry.
Bok Meanswell, our mid low level drone was contemplating a half eaten herb and garlic bagel he’d found in a little coffee shop named contemplation. Time was passing slowly for Bok, which is understandable when you clock’s dial goes to seventy-four. With a sigh he turned an to an ever filling wire cage big to retrieve a brass, screw capped tube. Two more tubes shot out of a rattling pneumatic pipe into the bin.

“Figures”

By the florescent light of a cracked green glass bankers lamp he sat hunched over his table. The contents of the tube were tossed onto the table, typically landing in the puddle of drool he’s left.

“Well let’s see what sort of report we have today.”

Hello again everyone,

I said I would write more and get back into the swing of posting here as much as I can. I still do not have internet at home, so what little I write is being done at the computers set up in Travis’ apartment, or as like to call it Gamer Ghetto central. It’s not going to be very interesting I’m sure. Still at least I’m trying.

This is going to be one of those lame posts where I talk about how I’ve been doing of late.

I’ve finished moving into the new place and am rather happy with it. Live in New Westminster is much better then Surrey. Not only do I no longer have the stigma of living south of the river, but I’m closer to friends now. It still strikes me as odd to be able to drop by the ghetto to all hours and know that getting home is not a worry.

I have a bigger room now, all my stuff is in one place, which for me is a first in three years. I find myself looking over all sorts of old books saying to myself. “When the hell did I buy this?” either way it works for me.

As some of you know I went to Dragon Con at the beginning of the month. It was grand, I had so much fun, I think more then most of the others that went with me. There are pictures on fliker out there, but I don’t have the address for them on hand. I’ll try and post latter for those of you who don’t live near me and want to see. Alas I have no thrilling stories to share from this Dragon Con, it was fun as I said, but not as… umm… note worthy as last years. I’ll try and be more descriptive if called upon to do so.

I’m happy if that’s important for anyone to know. I’ve dealt with all the stress I mentioned in previous posts. My taxes are now all up to date and I will be receiving just shy of three thousand dollars from the government over the next few months as my forms are processed. I will also be getting GST cheques again, which will be weird for me. I’ve not seen one for like eight years. Yes it was that long ago I stopped filing me taxes. I’m not ashamed of the fact.

Let’s see what else. I opened a comic book box at Imperial Hobbies. It will have been five years since I had one of those. I missed having a steady input of comic in my life. Oh sure I would walk down to the local store about every so often and pick up the occasional title but now I’m really back into the hobby. I’m rather excited by the prospect, which tells you how dull my life can be.

Gaming wise… well I’ve not Cammed in a while. I find the whole idea of going to a game here in Vancouver to be rather… repulsive. I’m not going to go into why on a public forum though. My sit down gaming is okay. I’m still in Jason’s Star Wars game, Jeff’s DnD game, and recently joined Derek’s Angel-verse game. I’m a tech mage who fights vampires with a paint ball gun in that game. It all shows promise. Come January first I’m going to run a Gnostic LARP game here in Vancouver. I miss running a LARP game and figured it would do me best. I’ll post an entry solely on that topic another day. Its something I would have to do in paper/pen to compose right. Beyond that there is nothing else to report.

So… how’s everyone else doing?

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A few nights back one of the minuscule slivers of my psyche was minding his own business being glum over a half eaten bagel in the little coffee shop I keep in the back of my mind. This was one of those self reflecting pensive slivers and he had a problem, well not so much a problem as a nagging need. Like much the rest of my psyche he’s retreated to the coffee shop to ponder his need, perhaps to write it down. It was one of those quiet moments that out worldly displayed themselves as a sham of a smile and mumbled inanities to my friends. Anyways we were talking about my sliver of need that had just been interrupted by a rather gregarious element of my emotions.
“Why so glum, chum.”
“The fact you just spoke that should be reason enough for my gloom.”
“Okay, but nothing is ever that cut and dry so spill on the rest.”
“Fine, fine, I’m feeling a lack in my life.”
“You don’t have a life you’re just a thought the rest are using as a narrative device for a blog entry. What could be so lacking as all that?”
“I feel like writing something.”
“So do all the rest of us, big deal.”
“Yes but none of us are writing.” They then sat in silence looking at the half eaten bagel.
“Are you going to eat that?”
“Eventually, that is why I brought it.”
“Okay.” Shrug. Silence. “You know you’re right we aren’t writing and we really should write. We even found an audience for our silly attempts at creation… ah well we should get back into the habit.”
“So what should we write?”
“Two guys in a coffee shop are talking…”

I realize that I have not posted here in a long time. It’s not some tragic reason but simply because I moved to a new house and have no internet right now. (/me pokes Tim) I’m out of the loop in many ways, but have decided its time to get myself back up to speed.

Robert, I don’t know what your life is like right now. Call me at the new house number 604-520-0538. we should do late night coffee, spook the locals with eccentric talk.

I’ll post more I promise.

Today at work I informed a co-worker: “I truly think that God hates you, but that’s only because I’m not too fond of you myself.” Where the hell have I read that line before?

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