I play a lot of computer games. Ever since Free Cell. Not too many people know this about me. Only the Facebook contacts who play Bejewelled and Farm Heroes Saga and the like. And my niece and nephew who called Civilization III “The Lame Game.” (I forgive them.)
I play too much. My dentist has noted that my teeth look well-worn – do I grind them in my sleep? he asked. Uh, well… no. I seek chiropractic and massage therapies for the aches and pains in my arm, neck, and hip. Granted I’ve had several bona fide injuries over the years from horseback riding and a whiplash accident, but…
More than the physical harm, there is the shameful realization of the time wasted. The tally of hours spent flipping cards in a solitaire deck, leading my troops to battle, and reigning supreme over the Zombies, is way too big. Much, MUCH too big. Bigger than big.
I consider myself a writer. But I don’t have much to show for it. One of my profs told me that my work is good, and should be published. Another friend suggested that I write.
It’s time to put “inactions” into words.
For more information… will take you to a more descriptive, well, description of who I am and what I’m about. This is an album of photos. The zombie stays at the head of this “About Me” page until the time the game is erased from my computer. I hereby declare it!
If you have been blogging for any length of time, you will have no doubt encountered awards and accolades. They are fun and a great boost to the ego. But… well, read this page to find out why I’ve decided to make mine an award-free zone.
Postscript February 22, 2014. I’m in a quandary about where this blog is heading. You can read all about it, here. Further musing in April led to this post: I blog to read. It’s all about reading, ‘riting, and responding.