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Whispers

Whispers

Whispers

Emotions lit

Dreams slide into mind

Haunting words

Candles Lit

Driving back night

Dreams held abay

words fade

Darkness draws close

anticipation heightens

craving the safety there

as the words begin again.

Touches across skin

sweet to preverse

no one can see

she shivers.

(it’s 2AM, don’t expect anything special)

Strike Three

So, What’s the point of a blog? I touched on the idea earlier of things I could do, but I realize what a blog represents is a commentary, not on my life particularly but on the world in general. It’s a way for me to point out and show how the world has it’s neat things, and sometimes not so neat things.

Tonight I’m at Jen’s house, and I’m writing as she drifts off to sleep. I’m sitting on one side of the bed, in the darkness, only lit by the computer screen, with a cherry coke and some gummy bears. You’d think I’d not do that, considering I should be getting ready to turn in, just not right now.

I’m thinking about things, Thinking about how Obama won by less than 10 votes, thinking about how life offers some strange curveballs. How my life would be different without certain people in it. And not just that it would, but in all the differing ways. No one is necessary to someone, but it’s nice having someone who cares and believes in you.

So even as I try to wind down, I’m grateful for the things in my life, both good and bad. Even if at the time I didn’t like certain things happening, they still made me into me. What things I could change I have the choice to change, and no matter what influences I may have, I can step outside of things and look objectively (ha!) at myself and why I am the way I am.

Of course, I could just be deluding myself, but I can hope.

Second Chance – Guitar Hero Musings

What makes a video game like Guitar Hero so popular? After all, the entire series is a relatively expensive game at $80 for the game and controller (Rock Band clocks in at $160 or so, but includes a mic and drums). So you have a pattern matching game that somewhat makes you feel like you’re playing a guitar. It’s not terribly close, after all you’re looking at taking an entire fretboard and 6 strings and compressing it down to 5 buttons and a ’strum bar’ (another button). If you can play well on Guitar Hero, you have no expectation of playing well on a real guitar; though I’d say that anyone who can play expert on Guitar Hero, can probably learn how to play a real guitar.

One thing I have noticed that pushes the game from being somewhat enjoyable to really fun is the ability to play 2 player (or 3 and 4 player in Rock Band). sitting with friends and playing songs with or against each other is the ultimate party game. Add in the ability to select your own level of difficulty, and even new players can pick up and play with the group without being overwhelmed or outclassed.

One other thing that helps, the ability to improve. You’ll know if you performed well on a song. And the ability to improve on a previous best helps with the replay value of the game (Add in downloadable content for Guitar Hero 3 and Rock Band, and you have a near endless supply of songs to learn and master; and better yet,  more songs that you’ll enjoy learning and mastering).

Musings – First Strike

Well, here I am with this nifty blogging tool and I’m not sure what to make of it. After all, it’s kinda nice to have a place to write that’s mine, and more importantly, I don’t have to make it from scratch. But I still don’t know if what I have to write about is really important enough or not.

I suppose one thing I could do is write about various random things including book updates as well as other musings that could come up in my various life. Maybe even give friends and family members logins and passwords so they can communicate with people and each other. it makes sense I think.

I also wanted other people to have a chance to write here, perhaps get an audience going, so ideas can be bantered and discussed. oh well, we’ll just se if anything comes of this or if this entire idea dies in infancy.