Greetings from Quarantine: Game Time

I’ve purchased, reviewed, inherited and been gifted so many games over the years, I have some to spare that haven’t been given the time of day. Tiny curios from my trip to Akihabara over ten years ago, Xmas gifts from well-meaning relatives, the odd RPG that sounded neat but “it was never the right time”… if I’m not able to leave the house for more than a grocery trip or an ER visit (which hopefully doesn’t have to happen), now would be the time.

It’s time to play the game.

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Greetings from Quarantine: Distractions

Captain’s log, stardate… uhh, March 18th, 2020.

Still stuck at home. The virus rages across the landscape, and all we have remaining are boxes of mac and cheese. And burrito stuff. And rice, and Huy Fong sriracha, and yeah. We’re actually OK.

As much as there may be to do at work, there are still in-between times. And in those in-between times, you have to find a way to keep yourself busy. With limited options for “going out”limited (beyond “DOES TARGET HAVE TOILET PAPER YET WE NEED TO GO NAO RUN RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRU-“) , you’ve got to make your own fun.

Now then, what to actually do in situations like these…

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A Type Down Memory Lane

Recently, I hit the local flea market with my girlfriend looking for fun trinkets with a crisp $20 in my pocket. And we were lucky that day, since we both came away with something we had been looking for. In my girlfriend’s case, it was a snazzy new pair of jeans. And in my case, even though I was looking primarily for old video games, I ended up coming home with this:

Asin’t she a beaut?

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Renewal

Yoda and Star Wars are copyright Disney. Don’t know who exactly to give the credit to for this gem, but it ain’t mine.


Two things happened to me today that spurred me to finally write a new post. I’d been meaning to for months, but these two things finally coalesced and brought me to the writing prompt:

  • My playlist played one of my favorite pump-up songs, “Prayer of the Refugee” by Rise Against;
  • There’s a Lamy store on Market Street.

Sometimes what you find you need is right in front of you, and when something else can merge into the moment with it, that’s what I would call “inspiration”.

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