It is so dark and stormy out that I am about to turn the lights on in this computer room out of fear of tripping over the cabinet set that I’m avoiding putting together that sits on my floor. The cabinet set LOOKED neat, but step one involves putting sixteen screws in and I really don’t have the patience right now. So it sits, in pieces, on my floor waiting for me to figure out what to do with it … or con my mom into putting it together.
I HATE PUTTING THINGS TOGETHER. I’m not handy. I break things. I have no desire to learn how to put things together either. I think my biggest nightmare is these 5 or 6 pages of instructions that lie on the floor (Iago the cat is currently sitting on them) taunting me. In fact, I fear them SO much that I went out and did wood yesterday for an extra half hour so there wouldn’t be time for me to mess with them. Yah, it is kinda sad and pathetic that way.
So now it’s another monsoon out there and this project is staring at me. God, I don’t want to do this. I feel like going back to bed and playing Monopoly Party instead. Yes, I started playing again. This time with everyone on medium skill level. I’m working up to hard but I’m being even more ruthless. I’ve been playing the version where everyone gets two properties dealt to them before the game starts and can’t buy anything until they go around the board once. In one game two of the computer players were dealt properties in the same block as me. So before we could even properly buy properties (or even roll the dice), I had bought both properties, had a complete set, and used all my money to put houses and a hotel on them. By the time I could actually buy properties, someone had landed on one of mine and I had hit free parking, so I was back to starting money and had a good nest egg for destroying them in record time.
I tell you that game is addictive. I’m still marveling over the time I taught Evil James my style. I wouldn’t play with him, I only coached, I knew better. I’m such a bastard at that game he’d hit me if we played. So I coached his evil. He did well, I took great pride in the fact that he bankrupted two players and came THIS close to bankrupting a third in the same roll. I’ve never seen that happen before and yes, I feel like a total geek describing the beauty in the ruthlessness of the moment, but dammit the game is SO obnoxious that there’s a great joy in smiting the other players.
It’s a power thing.
Caught the end of Fresh Gear last night. They’re SO going to give Jessica Corbin the job. That’s the state of the network. They’re going to give a complete idiot, who has admitted as much on the air, who knows NOTHING about technology a job hosting their “cool technology” show because a) she’s got a nice rack (when they’re in a bra mind you; the few times she’s been without on TSS were NOT a good thing), b) she’s fairly pretty (though she’s not THAT attractive), and c) she managed to read the cue cards this week without the flashing neon “I’m an idiot” sign reflecting in her vapid little eyes last night for the 30 seconds I caught.
Doom. Doom. Doom.
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