Various Thoughts

I never seem to have any time any more. It’s either being overscheduled at work, or overscheduled at home. How can I be overscheduled at home? Why, by taking on yet another Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines related project. This one is quite a bit larger than my last foray, which produced the P&P Combat Mod.

What makes it all the worse is that I hate this game oh-so-very much. It did nothing but massacre VtM‘s Disciplines and mash an RPG into a Alpha version of the Source engine… which was not built for RPGs.

I did, however, manage to squeeze in some reading. I finished up the last two books in the first Black Company trilogy (Shadows Linger and The White Rose), and while they were good, I didn’t really find myself liking them all that much. The whole ‘True Name’ bit at the end of White Rose was particularly annoying. I also re-bought and re-read Gehenna, which was just as good as I remembered it, and most recently finished up the newest entry to the House of Night series… which seemed rather short, and didn’t really bring anything new to the table.

Hopefully this Bloodlines project will be more-or-less finished by the end of the week, so I can do something about this massive quantity of Anime (~20 complete series) sitting around waiting to be watched.

There I was, staring at a box of Fruity Pebbles, when the revelation that the show was called the Flintstones (not the Flinstones) struck. The name makes so much more sense now, since a Flint Stone would probably be required to make fire, which was the act that first set man apart from other animals.

Oddly, this thought pattern segued into thoughts about the fact that Christianity has been calling its messiah by the wrong name for at least a thousand years. His name was Yesua, not Jesus, which is just a translation of highly questionable quality.

Numbers behave oddly in the middle of the night… items arrange themselves into strangely complementary quantities.

Take last night for instance; I had just finished breaking down the last of three pallets, and had grouped the various sale items together. Some kind of Seltzer-like thing along with the Apple Juice on one pallet, and a bunch of other crap on the other (2 types of soup, Corned Beef, Taco Shells, Salsa, and Tomato Sauce), both pallets ended up being 43 pieces.

This kind of thing happens eerily often, such as one aisle being 97 pieces, and the aisle next to it being 103 pieces…just weird matching number sets that have no business existing.

While letting my mind wander, as it’s wont to do, I stumbled onto the fact that the song Boys of Summer comes extremely close to narrating my unfortunate summer of seven and a half years ago. There I was, minding my own business, and that song comes on and *BAM* the connection just fires through.

It was horribly depressing. I’ll still listen to the song of course, as it’s quite good, but it will have much more of a personal meaning now.