I haven’t been spending much time with video games lately. That’s what not having an internet connection at your new home in this age for well over a month does to you (though I’ve certainly been busy with a bajillion other things). I’m itching for a good long playing session, just me, my gaming rig and whatever mob needs kicking its ass or world needs saving. This extended hiatus got me thinking what is it about games that has turned them part and parcel of our lives?
The road goes ever on, that’s how the song goes. Now, I don’t know about you, but I often wonder at its destination. I’m frequently (daily?) asking myself whether I’m on the right track at all. But that’s probably just me, indulging in too much introspection.
I have been meaning to write this for a while now. But, like when you’re about to tell your girlfriend it ain’t working anymore and it’s time to go your separate ways, it hasn’t been as effortless to put pen to paper this time around. Turns out, some ends are just as difficult as starting something new. I need to get this out of the way though and just say it: Paris, I love you.
My dad was an architect. I asked him once, what he liked most about his passion (because for him it never was just a job, but a calling really). Without too much hesitation, he said he liked the straight lines.
Lieutenant Commander Dallas Drake, formerly of UNT Directory, leaned against his leg, his boot firmly planted on a lump of sandstone. Squinted at the clouds of dust and sand sweeping the violet-tinted horizon. Unconsciously, his hand fished for the pack of cigarettes he’d tucked in a side-pocket of his trench coat. Plenty of time for a smoke, he reckoned.
Decay has always been an obsessive fascination of mine. Like an old friend who, whenever I thought he’d run out of stories to tell, would surprise me with one I haven’t heard before. He’s always been there for me, for as long as I remember.
It’s probably safe to assume you all know life is a box of chocolates (unless you don’t like chocolate, that is). Boldly, I’ll take it a step further and say life is a box of adventures. You maybe just haven’t pictured it this way before.
And you need a Gandalf of your own to help lift the lid on it.
I’ve been to the movies with my lady (fairly) recently to see this film called La La Land. You may have heard about it. It’s been making quite the headlines for the past couple months. For good reason too, I think. It had enough good reasons to prompt me writing a new entry for Blank Page Down. But more on that after the jump (NO SPOILERS, guaranteed).