|put the nickel in the can...|
Yesterday I got a little sensitive about being teased about spending
My sensitivity comes into play when someone tells me I am 'bad' about something that I have no control over. I cannot control my salary (really --it's true). I cannot control years of unemployment due to poor business management by others. I cannot control balding tires, or medication purchases, or the price of parking. I cannot control capricious gas prices. And apparently I cannot even control a small faction of my own government who holds our nation economically hostage while they hold their breath, turn blue, whilst their tantrum runs its course. (I hope they pass out and hit their heads on their podiums and take a long, much needed nap, cause they certainly are cranky-pants.) And in the wise words of Jean-Luc, control is an illusion (which applies to small children, Congressmen from Texas, and chili farts).
The thing is: I just have to wait a bit. And ------------------> I am feeling kind of weird.
How am I going to meet up with folks? Will they want to hang out with me? Will it be worth it? Do I matter? (This is my Introvert who's joined the inner dialogue. You haven't met her yet? Well, duh! She's an introvert! But most of my negative inner dialogue, and some of my more mindful moments, I can blame or thank her.) But it's not like I've had a spot on TNB, or feel brave enough to introduce myself to famous WoW/Blizzard writers, or or or or...
And-----------------> Azeroth kind of pisses me off. (Things not in my control category)
The other night CD Rogue and I found ourselves on an odd night out -- a Wednesday! NOT IN FRONT OF A COMPUTER! What? Who do we think we are? Under-employed twenty-somethings? I did just drink water (don't faint), so it wasn't too pricey, and was made even sweeter by the fact we found ourselves on trivia night, and found ourselves in a mano-a-mano battle with six biker friends versus our team of two. And I have to give CD Rogue credit - in the excitement I wrote down "Get on Up" instead of "Sex Machine" by James Brown in the 70s music category, and was so proud of myself for knowing it was KATE BUSH, I also misheard him say "Wuthering Heights" and wrote down "Rolling the Ball" -- we would have had a clean sweep. (Kallixta, thought of you.) The battle came down to not one but TWO tie-breakers, and we got it with Fibonacci pattern knowledge. The biker gang next to us thought it might be Liberace's brother. We won a $25 gift card that was promptly exchanged for the beers CD Rogue drank. See? Knowing stupid shit comes in handy.
Do you know what one of my favorite things in the Timeless Isle is? Bet you won't be surprised. It's the historian who hands out a 100 coins for correct answers on lore. And while I'm over a year into trying to get poor Momokawa a decent healing weapon, at least once in awhile I can take a multiple-choice, no penalty test and get a little treat. I would like to ask someone if I can take the written test to get Momo a weapon. No? No accommodations? Fine.
Well that's a mish-mash, isn't it? I'd prefer to call it a cliff-hanger: Will the airfares be reasonable enough to buy plane tickets? Will the mortage be paid? Will our heroine find herself with a surprise windfall and buy plane tickets AND new tires? Will that weapon drop?! Stayed tuned, same Bat-channel, same Bat-time!
No one should listen to this unless feeling very, very 70s-style emo. No wonder why I got the wrong answer.