Title: Is it me, or is it just you?
I had a decent sleep last night. I was woken by the excited chatter between Raven and Padawan, the token 12 year old in my old RPG group and unofficial apprentice to my roommate. He's a good kid, bright, and knows the force well. He'll make a fine RPG Jedi someday.
I would love an apprentice of my own. But alas, i'm part of the darkside. I sleep at day, and dwell at night. I cannot participate in the living world.
But anyways, I'm awake, and dueling with some ideas on how to kill my time. Do I play some Red Alert 2? Or some Firewarrior? Watch the Star Trek movies on Space Channel? Download some shows? Write?
This is the first time in days that I woke up early enough to do an extended activity. And now i'm at a loss. How strange.
I'm in SG's collaborative fiction group, and i'm figuring out a way to add to their post apocalyptic tribal story. Since there is not much posted, I will add my two cents with much ease. Then I will make my own story thread, and see how it goes. That sounds like fun.
Shootin' the breeze... today's pretty dull. I'll switch to something else.
I forgot to tell you all about something that happened last month, as part of my 'January was screwed up' theme.
I was almost beaten up at work. I'll explain.
I was picking up garbage in the mall parking lot with my co-workers. It was 4:00 am, and the mall is next to one of the slummiest neighborhoods in the city (affectionately called Forest Lawn). Not a safe place to be, but in theory we should be somewhat safe. There were three of us, and we had a radio in case there was trouble.
But anyways, we had a group of drunken morons pass us by. One was hassling me, pointing out that I missed some cigarette butt on the ground. We don't bother with that small crap. But the drunken idiot kept trying to point it out, saying that he was a customer and that if we didn't do a good job he would not shop at the mall anymore.
Like I cared!
I thought he was joking around, so I chuckled. People do it to me all the time at my job, usually as a lighthearted joke. Though granted, the drunk was only a fraction as witty as he thought he was, but it happens when one has too much to drink.
That set one of his buddies off. He thought I was being a smartass. Truthfully, laughing at what I thought was a joke, and not caring whether he shopped at my crap mall or not, qualifies me as a smartass.
While one drunk was a meter away waiting for me to do something, the other went right up to my face, calling me on and shoving me. I didn't buy into it, though my mood was sour to a point where I could have used my broom as a kendo stick and his head as an unfortunate practice dummy. But I kept my cool. At first, I was afraid, but when he shoved me...
It wasn't so bad. In fact, it was pretty weak. I was less afraid and more bold then. He called me on, and I told him loudly and quite sternly 'That's enough!'.
"That's enough of what?" He called out. Typical response. Lacks wit and intelligence, but a typical response. Smartass should have known what I meant. *L*
But on top of my not bowing down to him, and my co-workers coming in on their left flank, they started to retreat.
It rattled me. I do not fight, and yet I wanted him to suffer. It is not like me to seriously want to hurt somebody for the sake of satiating my own frustrations. But if it wasn't for my own rational self, he would have been smoked, and I would have won.
Though I did the right thing and not fought, I feel like a coward to not do so. Oh well, what challenge is a drunk anyways?
I had a decent sleep last night. I was woken by the excited chatter between Raven and Padawan, the token 12 year old in my old RPG group and unofficial apprentice to my roommate. He's a good kid, bright, and knows the force well. He'll make a fine RPG Jedi someday.
I would love an apprentice of my own. But alas, i'm part of the darkside. I sleep at day, and dwell at night. I cannot participate in the living world.
But anyways, I'm awake, and dueling with some ideas on how to kill my time. Do I play some Red Alert 2? Or some Firewarrior? Watch the Star Trek movies on Space Channel? Download some shows? Write?
This is the first time in days that I woke up early enough to do an extended activity. And now i'm at a loss. How strange.
I'm in SG's collaborative fiction group, and i'm figuring out a way to add to their post apocalyptic tribal story. Since there is not much posted, I will add my two cents with much ease. Then I will make my own story thread, and see how it goes. That sounds like fun.
Shootin' the breeze... today's pretty dull. I'll switch to something else.
I forgot to tell you all about something that happened last month, as part of my 'January was screwed up' theme.
I was almost beaten up at work. I'll explain.
I was picking up garbage in the mall parking lot with my co-workers. It was 4:00 am, and the mall is next to one of the slummiest neighborhoods in the city (affectionately called Forest Lawn). Not a safe place to be, but in theory we should be somewhat safe. There were three of us, and we had a radio in case there was trouble.
But anyways, we had a group of drunken morons pass us by. One was hassling me, pointing out that I missed some cigarette butt on the ground. We don't bother with that small crap. But the drunken idiot kept trying to point it out, saying that he was a customer and that if we didn't do a good job he would not shop at the mall anymore.
Like I cared!
I thought he was joking around, so I chuckled. People do it to me all the time at my job, usually as a lighthearted joke. Though granted, the drunk was only a fraction as witty as he thought he was, but it happens when one has too much to drink.
That set one of his buddies off. He thought I was being a smartass. Truthfully, laughing at what I thought was a joke, and not caring whether he shopped at my crap mall or not, qualifies me as a smartass.
While one drunk was a meter away waiting for me to do something, the other went right up to my face, calling me on and shoving me. I didn't buy into it, though my mood was sour to a point where I could have used my broom as a kendo stick and his head as an unfortunate practice dummy. But I kept my cool. At first, I was afraid, but when he shoved me...
It wasn't so bad. In fact, it was pretty weak. I was less afraid and more bold then. He called me on, and I told him loudly and quite sternly 'That's enough!'.
"That's enough of what?" He called out. Typical response. Lacks wit and intelligence, but a typical response. Smartass should have known what I meant. *L*
But on top of my not bowing down to him, and my co-workers coming in on their left flank, they started to retreat.
It rattled me. I do not fight, and yet I wanted him to suffer. It is not like me to seriously want to hurt somebody for the sake of satiating my own frustrations. But if it wasn't for my own rational self, he would have been smoked, and I would have won.
Though I did the right thing and not fought, I feel like a coward to not do so. Oh well, what challenge is a drunk anyways?
Enough said.