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The closest thing to a role playing game I've ever played was a weirdo video game called The Dragonriders of Pern after the book series by Anne McCaffrey. I played this game in the late 80's on an Atari, but it felt sophisticated to me what with notions of kingly conclaves and entire weirs holding me in disdain. I always knew when it was time to negotiate, when to ally and when to fold them/walk away/run. I was good at the game even though I was too lazy to figure out what I was really doing which was nothing at all.

Lately things feel like I'm playing that game again, I suddenly find myself toying with things which I don't quite understand. I also have the odd nostalgic feeling that I'm waiting for someone from my past to return to me but that doesn't really make much sense as I'm not expecting anyone to come knocking at my door. I suppose it's just the holidays picking up where they left off last year with me melancholy and slightly morose, lonely and alone. The ghost of Jacob Marley or sommat...

I knew living on my own could potentially be a bad idea, and it has yet to pay dividends, by which I mean cultivating any kind of a good prosperous or at the very least a grown-up life. So far it's just been nothing but sad sack and various descrepancies that I can't really afford.
My apartment flooded the other day and I got little in consolation or concern by anybody including my apartment manager. I smells a rat there, but that's actually beside the point.
I actually don't really have much of a point tonight, I'm just rambling for the sake of posting something sort of insightful and not just yammering on about how awesome Arsenal still is and will of course continue to be.

By the by, today I was told by a trustworthy source that NATO stood for Not At The Office. Just in case you didn't already know.

Now I'm missing Pizza Express, but I have to ask why do they offer eggs as a pizza topping? The Belgian guy I was with looked at me like I was a weirdo for wondering about his choice of an egg topping but they don't ususally offer eggs as a topping here! It's totally weird! Who on earth wants to eat boiled eggs on a pizza?! I mean besides a longhaired Belgian who didn't like Americans much?
A classic – prosciutto cotto ham, anchovies, fresh strips
of red pepper, capers and olives, topped with a free
range boiled egg (wtf?!)

Anyway, this has rambled long enough, clearly I need to get out more. I leave you with this moment from youtube. Te quiero Jon Spencer...