Bought a new chess set today. My last one suffered an accident involving my younger brother and a second story window. Oddly enough, quite a few of my possesions have suffered a similar series of accidents. If the little fuck was not as cagey as he is, I would have killed him long ago. Well, that and the fact that I am the prime suspect when it comes to any death in my family. Hell, the first thing my mother asked me after the sniper case on the 270 became national news was if I was behind it.
Some vote of confidence from family, no.
Anyway, new chess set. It is walnut and cherry. I like wooden chess sets. Now I have to teach the room mates how to play and hope they have some facility for strategy.
Why does no one know how to play chess anymore?
Currently listening to Hawksley Workman's newest album. The only good thing about going home is getting to learn the news from the local music scene. I love Ontario bands. Honestly, the Canadians produce more good music in a month then the American music scene manages to pump out in a whole year. Fucking pop music.
Still fucking about with The Adventures of Hunter Cartwright. The work is coming slowly, as I seem to be suffering writer's block at this particular juncture in the story. I know what is to come, but I seem to be unable to figure out how to get from where I am at now to where I know I am going. In the meantime, I have been entertaining myself by writing weird little shit that may evolve into longer works and playing with crayons to make drawings of the bizarre cast of characters that dance through my musings.
I like crayons.
Some vote of confidence from family, no.
Anyway, new chess set. It is walnut and cherry. I like wooden chess sets. Now I have to teach the room mates how to play and hope they have some facility for strategy.
Why does no one know how to play chess anymore?
Currently listening to Hawksley Workman's newest album. The only good thing about going home is getting to learn the news from the local music scene. I love Ontario bands. Honestly, the Canadians produce more good music in a month then the American music scene manages to pump out in a whole year. Fucking pop music.
Still fucking about with The Adventures of Hunter Cartwright. The work is coming slowly, as I seem to be suffering writer's block at this particular juncture in the story. I know what is to come, but I seem to be unable to figure out how to get from where I am at now to where I know I am going. In the meantime, I have been entertaining myself by writing weird little shit that may evolve into longer works and playing with crayons to make drawings of the bizarre cast of characters that dance through my musings.
I like crayons.
I appreciate the support and comment hon. I wish I could do more to help you but I guess just being vaguely here and leaving comments might be enough. Well, a start.
keeps the mind sharp well kinda
i like breaking crayons