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I have left all reason behind and surrendered to the siren call. Do not fear for me as I have not fallen into a fatal trap, but sunk willingly into the embrace of my fate. I wear the adornments of the Chosen, not shackles of bondage for the enslaved. I fear not the crux of my journey for it is the blissful resolution that I seek.
This temptation is not sin, nor folly. It is all that I am and all that I desire. Pity me if you will, but I am not ashamed to choosing this path. You may think I am superfluous, yet I am content and see you as empty. I am whole.
I am complete.
Welcome to my techno-lust.
A few days ago, I was at the conbini near work to get a bottle of Hawaiian Punch and succumbed to an impulse buy of a pack of 5 gum. I’m not usually a gum chewer as I rather prefer hard candy to crunch on. However, I figured I’d give this snazzy packaged pieces of chewable rubber a try. The flavor I picked up? Cobalt (spearmint). Mainly because it was blue, but anyway! So, I liked it; reminded me of Wrigley’s Double Mint gum and of course, the gum is manufactured by them. This is about as close to fashion consumables as I’ll probably ever get. Unlike those across the pond.
A ship of reason has finally sliced through the waves of whackiness. The involved whacky? Video clips of people cooking popcorn with cellphones. I never believed it could happen, else we’d have reports of teenagers frying their brains as they chat on their handsets. And at least now, if—I mean, when relatives send me spam links with these videos, I can spam them right back with this evidence that they were taken for suckers.
Hanging out with some friends was the soft fluffy cake of the night. The icing? Video games. We played TetriNET and while I was far from dominating in the game, I did well enough to survive for a bit. The best thing about TetriNET is its unpredictability where you could be doing well, then suddenly you get swarmed by the other players, jacking up your well thought out tetris with block bombs that blow up your pieces and send them scattering, or the ‘ole switcheroo replacing your neat little stack with their near critical one. The added screaming of anguish is something to relish upon hearing from others and a dreadful thing when it comes from your mouth.
The next game we tried to play was Star Wars: Galactic Battlegrounds. Unfortunately, we had a few issues on some computers and it took a long time to set up. Then, while we were in the process of playing, our rigs went out of sync and the session crashed. After trying to recover the session, we decided to try another old game we used to play, which was Quake III Arena. Man, did that bring back memories. One of my friends and I would jockey for domination of higher platforms to use our rail guns. Rocket jumping and blowing people up in mid air were all the old encounters. Even shooting our own teammates while they were jumping to get them killed from either a further landing or missing the ground entirely.
The final game I played (I had to leave earlier than the others) was a few rounds of poker. I did okay but still lost as I know nothing of playing poker, other than what combinations there are. I was hoping to give Team Fortress 2 a go with them but only two of us was able to buy it and set it up before game night. Maybe next time?
And for the record, I was the only one on a Mac (with boot camp and Vista, of course). 
I had once gone to Borders (Ward) and hung out there, drinking a latte while surfing the Net. It was a nice social, but not social, experience. I wasn’t forced to talk to anyone and vice versa. Lately, I’ve had the desire to make such excursions a more normal routine in my life, whether to type away on my laptop, read a bit or do some writing. Of course, the last trip I mentioned above was only for roughly half an hour or so. These trips I’m thinking about would span for longer; at least an hour. So the question comes up, “What would one do if they needed to use the bathroom?” I think I would be the one to gather up all my things and go do my stuff, only to find when I return that my drink and my seat would be gone. Then again, I have a few chains and locks from my gothic days (don’t ask) and I could probably lock my laptop to the table. Now that’d be a sight!
