There is a prize…
I don’t even remember what the prize is. I just remember that I want it. Ultima Online is having a contest for players to write up strategy guides. Actually, I think they’ve decided that strategy guides are a good idea but they don’t have the manpower to write them, and this is a trick to get other people to do the work for free. I don’t mind; there’s a prize, I just can’t remember what it is offhand. I think it was a virtual prize, too.
So the deadline is Saturday to turn in a strategy guide about “Treasure Hunting,” something I can do cuz my in-game character is a treasure hunter and I’ve been playing the game for years. I’ve already developed the outline, filled in details, ….. and then stalled. Maybe it’s because I work better under pressure, and I’m creating some self-induced pressure by waiting till the last minute. I’m afraid I’ll blow it off at the last second and I’ll be disappointed in myself after because I could have won a prize, whatever it was. I don’t think I’m going to do it today, though.
Lunch is over
I had poorly cooked vegetables for lunch and surfed for odd things on the web. I want to refinance my townhome but the dweebs at Countrywide aren’t any help. See, I have a prepayment penalty for the 1st 5 years of my mortgage (currently about $3900) if I refinance early, and that 5 years ends July 21. I’d be happy to refinance with Countrywide now if they’ll waive all or part of that penalty, or wait until July and refinance with somebody else at a lower rate. They’re not willing. I have to wait.
Then I played a round of Kingdom of Loathing , a truly bizarre game. Then I did my bi-yearly search of personals ads and got that out of my system for another 6 months. Eventually I’ll stumble across somebody’s ad that says something like, “DON’T YOU DARE EMAIL ME YOU PIG IF YOU HAVE ANY BAGGAGE LIKE MY EX-HUSBAND HAD!!!) and I think, “Nah, changed my mind, not really interested in dating again.” Now I know I have enough free cash to play golf this summer. I’d have more if I could refinance.
Not my planet…
The more time I spend reading various blogs here on Livejournal, the more I feel like this is a different planet than the one I grew up on. I’m accepting of other people; it matters not on a social level what they do. But I don’t think I’m going to be able to converse over the longer term with the offbeat that seems to be the norm here. I don’t share the same frame of reference as the average alternate-world type person. It’s like being a Dilbert cartoon in the National Enquirer. Like mixing marbles and coconut.
Perhaps the term is “bloguer”
I know why I didn’t want a journal. It’s a much easier question to answer than why I *do* want a journal. I don’t want a journal because I’m a listener (or on blogs, “voyuer” might be a better term). I’m a gatherer of information, just soak up knowledge, useful or not.
Reading other people’s blogs I can do, though in my short foray into the Livejournal universe I’ve mostly gathered information I didn’t really want to know. Then I contemplate on this information for days, weeks, months…. and at this point, the truly gifted produce some amazing work of art of opinion, sculpting the knowledge with chiseling words. Me, I most just keep on contemplating. I horde the information like a packrat with no idea what I’m going to do with it.
Why I created a journal was also easy – I had to in order to reply to a post. (Ack! I’m a lemming!) And now that I have a blog, I feel compelled to add to it, though I’m not currently in a phase in my life where significantly interesting things are happening. The most interesting thing this week was that I was trying to buy a bag of M&M’s and I ended up buying 2 bags of sunflower seeds instead, which I gave away because I don’t like sunflower seeds. I can make an interesting story out of that, but it’s not much material to work with.
Instead of attempting to write anything useful last night, instead I made a new icon. I feel like a superhero when I look at it. And I feel good because I created it myself and I have -0- artisitic abilities. Mornings are my most creative time. I’m going to use it for work purposes this morning. Wait, I just discovered I can be my own friend on Livejournal. I wonder if by friending myself (or not friending myself) I’m making some sort of psychological statement. <—–note: this is an example of information that I’ll contemplate for a while. Produce anything constructive with it? I think not.
