When You Don't Let The Nation Get In Your Way
I sold a big story to an American magazine last week. And they’re paying me A LOT. In American dollars, no less. (What a geekily Canadian thing to say.) The only real downside is that the piece isn’t due till May, which is way too much time, and means I have to wait a while for the money. Also, I have to stick to American sources, which is a bit of a pain. But all in all, it's a big win.
Moving right along...
Damn The Game If It Don't Mean Nothin'
I played the BEST new board game this weekend. It’s called Settlers of Catan, and really, it's not new at all. It won some big game award in Germany in 1995. But it’s awesome. I’m in love with it. I want to settle Catan till the cows come home. It’s been a long time since this has happened with a game of any kind, let alone a board game, which is why I'm bringing it up.
I wrote a piece last year about games for girls, and falling in love with Settlers reminded me of that story. In that instance, I was talking about video games, not board games, but the same rules seem to apply. Girls and boys generally just can’t agree about what makes a good game. Sure, there are exceptions to that rule (and people of both sexes who pretend to be exceptions to that rule), but it’s a rule just the same. The genius of Settlers is that it appeals to both sexes equally, which is almost entirely unheard of in the gaming community.
I was wary of it first, thinking it seemed to have more in common with bore-fests like Risk and Diplomacy than it did with say, Cranium (which I like), and while it does in many respects, it’s still fun. Really fun. And fairly straight forward, though complex in its subtleties. You gotta play to get the idea, but it’s REALLY addictive. I promise.
Oddly, I also spent a little time playing World of Warcraft this weekend, which I NEVER thought I would like in a million-bagillion years. Having grown up on Police Quest, King’s Quest, and even Castle Wolfenstein, I doubted any contemporary computer game could capture my interest again, but this one isn’t bad. Maybe I was just game starved, I dunno, but having discovered it, I may just start playing again. It’s shocking. Shocking, I tell you. Suddenly, it’s 1990 all over again.
Now, to get even more annoyingly personal...
Breakin’ Up Is Hard to Do
Unless, of course, it’s really easy.
At the beginning of this year, I posted about trying to break up with a friend, and being foiled by his refusal to accept the dump. Here’s how it went: I made a bunch of arguments to him about why our relationship wasn’t working for me anymore, not the least of which was the fact that he’s almost entirely absent from my day to day life, unavailable when I need him, and generally uninterested in becoming more invested. It made a lot of sense, if I do say so myself.
ANYWAY, he foiled me. He foiled me by pledging eternal friendship, pushing our eight-year history, asking for a little patience, but assuring me that he understood where I was coming from and that it was all a big misunderstanding. He said he wanted to be around and available, and in future, would be. Well, it’s three months later, and I have one thing to say about the whole situation:
I’ll say it again: HA.
Sigh. I suppose it’s my own fault. I never expected him to change, so I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that he hasn’t, but it’s disappointing all the same. Maddeningly so because I already DID this… I did all the emotional prep necessary for a good, clean dump. I even tried to be fair about it. And the man argued. And I, in turn, reneged on the whole thing. Why?
Because I. Am. Dumb.
So. I’m resorting to the full on brush off, complete with a cold shoulder ignore fest. This is probably juvenile, but hey. I never said I was a grown up.
You may have noticed that I’ve made some changes to the site menu. Nothing to get alarmed about. I just cleared out some of the misc. clutter, and married a couple of the less-visited pages. I also created the blah-og archive. It was a very exciting half hour, I can tell you.
Let’s see… what else?
Well, lots, frankly. But really, do you care? Do I?