Corner of Bourbon & Division

So toughlovemuse introduced me to video games last night. She showed me a game called, I think, "Dragon Quest," and let me play it for a while. I think she was a little amused by many of my reactions.

1- Let me start out by saying that it was a great deal of fun to play. I am glad I don't own a gaming console or a computer powerful enough to play games, because you'd never see me again.

2- The game went counter to most of my upbringing. toughlovemuse kept telling me to run places, and it made me twitch, because, well, running indoors is bad. So I kept trying to walk places, except that walking is more unwieldy than running thanks to the gaming console.

3- Apparently being a hero in this game entitles you to rummage through other people's stuff and break their things if necessary. You are encouraged to go into people's houses and public places, and just go through their stuff and take whatever you want. toughlovemuse laughed very hard at me when I cringed and didn't want to do that. After all, the game NPCs are very understanding about the fact that you're the hero and can do whatever you want.

4- NPCs have extraordinarily short attention spans in this game. Mind you, since I've only played a few hours of WoW apart from this (I refuse to count the one time I tried playing Resident Evil and couldn't get my character to do anything except walk into a wall and get eaten by a zombie), I have no idea how much I should expect out of any given NPC anyway.

In conclusion, though, it was fun, and I'm looking forward to trying to get to the end of the story at some point. Or at the very least get to the end of my current quest. I've already died twice, once because I hit the wrong button. :P

Okay, now I'm *really* going to get breakfast, and then I have to get some writing done. I have 45,000 words to get written, or thereabouts, in the next two weeks. Wish me luck!

Dear Author,

You may be the cat's pajamas, but putting an automatic video feed on the main page of your website is NOT cool. Some of us are at work, and do not want audio to suddenly start blaring from our computers at inopportune times. Others among us are still on dial-up, and you are fubarring our connections.

Seriously. Put a link to it if you must, but allow your readers the choice of whether or not they want to watch your little video.

No love,

A visitor to your website

Dear Asshat Messenger-Guy,

Being polite will not kill you. Cross my heart. Coming in and throwing an envelope at me, especially after I've already smiled and said "Good day" to you, is not going to endear you to me. Nor will badgering me while I do my job and make sure the aforementioned envelope really belongs to this department. Especially not saying "Hello!" after waiting less than two seconds for me to answer your (rudely-put) question concerning my last name.

I don't care that you've been delivering envelopes from that company to the same person here since yesterday. Really, I don't give a rat's ass. Do you know how many messengers we get here every day? Between thirty and forty. Many of you messengers are poor lost souls who only think you're supposed to be here, when in reality you're supposed to be elsewhere. If I sign for an envelope that doesn't belong to us, I automatically become liable for everything that's in it. Therefore, I will in fact gleefully take up ten extra seconds of your time to check the name and address on the envelope before claiming it.

In conclusion, dickhead, let me do my job. Don't argue with me. Don't be rude with me. In fact, don't cross me in any way, shape or form, and maybe next time I won't give you a tongue-lashing.

Yours very truly and with no love whatsoever,

The Pissed-Off Receptionist