Catching my breath... but from what?
May. 8th, 2002 02:24 pmWhen I got home last night, Lee and Dwayne were there, sitting at their respective computers and typing for all they were worth. If they were to start getting paid by the keystroke (which, in a way, is the way I get paid), they’d be making money hand over space bar. They were linked to what has become the focus of their lives, a MUD called “Threshold.”
I know what it’s like to care about something like that. In retrospect, you wonder just what it was that held you there, like a spell, but in medias res, as it were, you can’t imagine yourself doing any other thing. I’ve tried to talk to Lee and snap her out of it, and she has experienced remarkable moments of clarity from time to time (the most recent being her telling me of the realization that all of the time invested playing the game has given her no marketable skill, except maybe typing). But soon she goes back to the keyboard, to continue to interact with her net friends and fight her battles.
I was definitely in the mood for a movie last night. I would have gone to see Spider-Man, except that Lee made noises along the lines of wanting to go with me, and then made me wait while she vanquished another foe or concluded another pact, and then deciding she didn't want to go at all. In the end, I dropped by the neighborhood “Hollywood Video” and rented Oceans Eleven.
The movie was a nice diversion, with some nice scenes in it. The normally luscious Julia Roberts was transformed, in my opinion, into a physically freakish character with protruding lips, and it was a little difficult for me to watch scenes with her and Clooney, as I kept getting distracted by her lips. Poor me.
The routine thus far today has been slow. Only two Forms 24 have been received from the Russian side. The highlight of the day was going down to the Moscow Support Room to ask two questions about tomorrow’s Form 24, both of which were answered fairly quickly. The situation is unusual, as normally, there is more work to do, and most of it is normally received by noon, which was over two hours ago.
It is, however, too early to consider the day to have ended. The folks over in the Moscow control center have been known to zap files over to Houston as late as 3 pm (if not later), so I am not out of the woods yet.
Film at 11... maybe.
Cheers...
I know what it’s like to care about something like that. In retrospect, you wonder just what it was that held you there, like a spell, but in medias res, as it were, you can’t imagine yourself doing any other thing. I’ve tried to talk to Lee and snap her out of it, and she has experienced remarkable moments of clarity from time to time (the most recent being her telling me of the realization that all of the time invested playing the game has given her no marketable skill, except maybe typing). But soon she goes back to the keyboard, to continue to interact with her net friends and fight her battles.
I was definitely in the mood for a movie last night. I would have gone to see Spider-Man, except that Lee made noises along the lines of wanting to go with me, and then made me wait while she vanquished another foe or concluded another pact, and then deciding she didn't want to go at all. In the end, I dropped by the neighborhood “Hollywood Video” and rented Oceans Eleven.
The movie was a nice diversion, with some nice scenes in it. The normally luscious Julia Roberts was transformed, in my opinion, into a physically freakish character with protruding lips, and it was a little difficult for me to watch scenes with her and Clooney, as I kept getting distracted by her lips. Poor me.
The routine thus far today has been slow. Only two Forms 24 have been received from the Russian side. The highlight of the day was going down to the Moscow Support Room to ask two questions about tomorrow’s Form 24, both of which were answered fairly quickly. The situation is unusual, as normally, there is more work to do, and most of it is normally received by noon, which was over two hours ago.
It is, however, too early to consider the day to have ended. The folks over in the Moscow control center have been known to zap files over to Houston as late as 3 pm (if not later), so I am not out of the woods yet.
Film at 11... maybe.
Cheers...