  Bless internet piracy in all its glory; i have movies on my computer via d/c, an excellent p2p sharing community thingamabob. Been spending time watching movies, most noteably, the Disney version of Robin Hood. Ahh, such sweetness.
Been half-assedly trying to remedy A) My life as a recluse and B) I don't have a name for this yet, although it may come under the Lazy catergory; I have this tendancy to not do things unless i have to. So there you go, two post-new year resolutions. Granger and Co. help facilitate my foray into the wonderful world of shared movies; Kurt and I went over to her place on Saturday. Her varied and interesting circle of friends played a VCR Star Trek game. Watching it, and them, was hilarious.
It's dumb, though. I enjoy my time there immensely, and I like Granger and her friends, even though i can't remember most of their names. However, I always feel I'm imposing. Like I'm an alien from another planet. This feeling is not exclusive to Granger and her merry band of tards, there's another friend here that I've known for a long time.
And I'd say about every third time I talk to her, I feel the Me-As-An-Alien thing happen, and I wonder why would she like me, want to spend time with me, etc. Yeah, yeah, I'm a complicated weirdo, call it one of my eccentricities. I'll work on it next year. It does sort of happen with everybody. I get it in my head i'm a nuisance, and I'll vanish. I beat Age of Mythology. Only on moderate, though. It was zarking hard nonetheless. I'm not one of those folks that always had a game console in my house; it was junior high before i didn't die on the first level of mario. And then, for years, I was preoccupied with how, in Mario's worlds, there appears to be no fricton.
If you get a mushroom stuck between two pipes it will bang off each one until the end of time. If there was fricton, eventually the mushroom would slow, and eventually stop. I had a weird dream last night, about my mom giving me a fantasically ugly and huge St. Christopher's medallion. Isn't it funny how people will almost always say "I had a WEIRD dream last night" ? Like you need weird in there.. it's a given, really. Rambling has set it, time to throw in the towel. Good night, or, should I say Good Morning, since that's when chad reads this.
I miss Cordy. 
