But enough about you

Just spent seven hours at work on a Saturday playing Rock Band. I'm mostly lead guitar, but by the end my hands were tired so I tried out drumming and singing as well. The singing was not as much of a disaster as I feared.

I'm now solid on guitar at the medium level, and shaky but ok on hard.

Why is it that whenever you pick a mystery set list, it includes Green Grass and High Tides?

I've got a new hobby/addiction. Rojonoir, I know you play. Anybody else out there willing to play go with a total beginner? I've been playing against Jon, but he's still winning handily even with a 9-stone handicap - and he claims he's not that good. So I'm easy pickings. :)

Only four episodes of Buffy left after several months of watching the whole series. I'm within easy bingeing distance of the end. So now the question: gorge myself in a sprint to the finish, or savor slowly?

And the other question: what next, when this is done? Pay my taxes and catch up on other life stuff, maybe? Or just plunge back in to the next addiction?

I've been craving a good RTS lately. I used to buy every new version of Age of Empires and all the expansions.

Travian doesn't quite scratch the itch to click-click-click my way to frenzied victory, but it's an interesting take on the genre. I'm still in the "beginner protection" phase of the game until early tomorrow morning. After that, I will probably get rushed by more advanced players and be clobbered, but I've had fun so far.

Anyone else want to start up a village and make an alliance with me?

Thank goodness this site has a 15-minute-per-day time limit unless you give them money:

http://www.troyis.com/

Enjoy!

I've spent far too much time today on this site: Wei-Hwa's Puzzle Gadget

and I'm told that when I'm done with that, Indigo Puzzles is the thing to check out next.

An addict has to stay away from her triggers, we all know that. But I had no idea that going out to a few parties last week was going to lead to this kind of self-destructive behavior... but let me explain.

I went out. I had fun. I decided I wanted to go out more. I realized, girlishly, that I had nothing to wear. (This is almost literally true, since all my clothes are currently 2-3 sizes too big.) I went shopping. Then I needed to accessorize: one of my new shirts has a plunging-V neckline that will only serve to emphasize my lack of cleavage if I don't put in a necklace to glitz up that vast expanse of skin. The mall was useless to me.

So you see how I came to be standing over the Swarovski crystal case at the bead store. (What was I thinking, incidentally, moving into a house that is less than two blocks from a bead store?)

The store clerk said, "It looks like you are over 50 so you get 20% off." I thought, wow, I guess I should accept the discount, but is it really such a bad hair-skin-everything day? Then I realized: "Oh, you mean the number of beads, not my age!" and she laughed and said, "That's right, Swarovskis, so dangerous and addictive we can only sell to adults!"

So here I am, falling off the beadwagon after ten years of sobriety. Who's going to be there for me when I hit bottom?