Yesterday… mostly sucked. As I mentioned in my prior rant, work sucked, WWE sucked, and I was in a pretty foul mood. I get home and the finger-pad DDR controller I ordered from GameStop arrived — and it’s a complete piece of shirt. Useless. Great. And Mom has to tailor a pair of pants for me so I couldn’t do anything that needed uninterrupted progress (writing). Grrr…
Fortunately, I managed to lift myself back to normalcy a bit before going to bed. Since I just couldn’t work up the mojo and atmosphere needed to write, I worked on music for the upcoming UE radio play instead… got two tracks done, remastered the earlier ones. Some good atmospheric stuff. I’m shooting for a MYST-like thingy, only with more of a beat, and pilfered samples from two of my better songs to do it (Toaster&Lullabye, Just Out of Reach). So don’t be surprised if it sounds familiar to my old work. ^^;
Also, my seester pointed me to a skeeball table on sale at an arcade supplier. I figured “Shyeah, right, not happening”… but looked at my financies, upcoming bills, Otakon, things like that… and found it COULD happen. Step two is to clear it with the parents. Mom’s said yes, Dad is pending. If all goes as planned, I could even have it installed this weekend.
You know, it’s a lot like my uncle Donald. Don is a professional computer whiz like me, and with the money he made on his hard, nasty job, he bought himself a lot of really great toys. He sells them off after awhile, usually, but always has something cool around. He’s had a stand-up Bagman arcade game (I have it emulated now, wai), a full room dedicated to a complicated slot car racing set, a 3DO back when they were hot stuff, a home theatre setup with widescreen TV, a sailboat… and recently he’s been doing Gran Tourismo in real life. You can argue it’s a consumeristic, Chadian lifestyle, but I’d say he just never stopped appreciating fun and games.
And I’m pretty much in the same boat, because if I can’t use my annoying job to earn money to buy things I could’ve never dreamed of before, then what’s the point? I know it’s not the end-all of my existence and the only thing to give my life meaning — that would be my writing, which is free (except for time expenditure). But otherwise, why not?
…of course, being able to buy a skeeball machine on a whim makes me feel like Chad all over again. It’s hard to justify these rich bastard whiteboy fantasies when people I know and care about are struggling to eke out a living. *sigh*
Anyway, free night tonight, so maybe some writing if I can get the mood going. It’s been really hard lately.