Game On

Word Count: 0/10000 for the week.
Current Priority: The Broken Arrow - Chapter 1

Well, here I am. Survived another day, although there's very little threat in my job. I've yet to suffer any real risk of injury during a strenuous day of sitting in various chairs and typing. But hey, I've made $155 in two days just for sitting around and doing what ever is requested of me, so I'm not going to complain about that.

She hasn't answered my letter. I'm not surprised. Last time I wrote one, she elected to wait to see if I would change my mind again before responding. Which is legitimate, I suppose, but I feel like I'll eventually get a response. This weekend, probably. I don't see any way that the situation is magically going to turn out positively, though.

There's my whinging for the day.

I'm watching the Pittsburgh-Philadelphia game, and I'm cheering for the Pens. Yeah, yeah, bandwagon jumper, I'm well aware. In my defense, I've been quietly supporting them ever since they got Crosby. Just... not supporting them in any way that involves my money.

I think Dad's snoring.

I need to do some research into the background of the name "Philadelphia". Hey, goal! Awesome. Anyway, as I was saying, the name of a Roman city known for having a little Prophet situation seems kinda misplaced in Pennsylvania. Although I'm honestly somewhat intrigued in finding out just how the names of a lot of places were decided.

I know that the major cities in Ontario (Ottawa, Toronto) both have Native Canadian roots, and honestly reading the words it's pretty clear that's the background. Mind you, English is a fucked up language anyway, and the composition of many words I'm writing strike me as unusual as I type them. Although that kind of confusion only occurs when I try to look from outside the language in a bizarre perspective change I'm at a loss to explain to anyone. To be honest, I don't understand what I'm doing with my head myself.

Yep, Dad's definitely snoring. Mind you, he was across the country earlier today, I can understand him being a little tired. Up now, though, by the arrival of my other parent.

Well. Politics? Spent a lot of time looking at the people at Hillaryis44.org, and I'm somewhat mystified. These people display an astounding level of fanaticism to their chosen candidate (the erstwhile Senator Hillary Clinton), while decrying any level of attachment to her opponent (in similar introduction, the frequently mistyped Senator Barack Obama) as drinking the "Kool-aid".
As though they are the blessed few individuals that are brilliant enough to see through the mysterious fog that surrounds Obama to the true form beneath; aye, they see the truth of that cursed Moor from the brackish deep, unlike those who have imbibed from his Chalice of Misdirection.

Or such is my impression.

Note to self: Standardize the spelling of Kool-Aid before starting my own fanatical site. This kind of inconsistency cannot be borne.

Well, that'll do it. Philadelphia just won with an empty net goal. At least Pittsburgh made it exciting.

I was going to write a fanfiction update here, but I'm just going to fit that into a different post. This one is long enough.

I'm out.