December 3rd, 2007


The Lady or the Tiger

Woke up this morning at 10 AM, which would be a pretty reasonable hour to wake up, except that it was because the UPS guy was banging on the door, delivering my precious precious ink.

Leapt to my feet, snatched my bathrobe off the hook, and shrugged into it while running for the door.

Now, my bathrobe is large and grey and very very soft. It is warm and exceedingly comfy, and to replace it would require shelling out a fair amount of cash, since this is no cheap terrycloth concoction. This is a bathrobe par excellance! This is why I continue to keep it around, despite the fact that the belt vanished some time ago, and thus the wearer must either A) hold it closed, B) tie one of the ties to the little belt loop to make a haphazard closing, or C) keep the blinds closed.

Owing to time constraints, I was using option A as I opened the door to the UPS guy, and reached out for the package and the stylus.

And Ben, having tasted freedom t'other day, shot out the door and into the yard.

Now there is a dilemma. Capture of an 18lb cat requires two hands. Bathrobe requires at least one hand. UPS guy standing right there. Choice must be made between cat and modesty.

As my readers are doubtless aware, that was no choice at all.

I dove for Ben, caught him--he slowed down briefly, confronted with the madness of the outside world--and scooped him up, cursing. He hung like a miffed sandbag as I stalked back to the door and flung him inside, gathered up bathrobe and dignity, and turned back to sign for my package.

And that is how I started my Monday by flashing the UPS guy.

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Running off prints. I don't mind this particularly, because I can set up a dozen or so to go, and then sneak off and play video games for fifteen minutes while Mr. Printy does his job. (We love Mr. Printy, yes, we do.)

At the moment, I am engaged in a kind of hideous leapfrog between Devil May Cry 1 and Resident Evil 4. I play one until I get stuck with a fight that's too friggin' hard. Then I go play the other one until I encounter same. Then I switch back, hoping that I will have fresh energy and enthusiasm.

This was a great idea until I got stuck between two fights that weren't resolving no matter what. I cannot get out of that damn house with the cultists coming in through the windows, and while I defeated the Black Knight at great personal cost, the follow up fight with a shadowy sabertooth is breakin' me.

Devil May Cry keeps trying to take pity on me and offer me easy mode, but I am a Real Man (tm)* and I will not succumb!

(Okay, fine, I succumbed and then it was way too easy and I went back and unsuccumbed. I have my pride. If I wanted a cakewalk, I'd go play Soul Caliber II. Damnit.)

So, naturally, I find myself in the usual gamer's chosen form of stress relief is making my blood pressure spike.

Now I have to fight a boss, die horribly a few times, go play spider solitaire to unwind, go fight a boss...oh, well, at least the printer's still going...

*Presence of ovaries notwithstanding. Real Manhood (tm) knows no gender!