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Graduation
Dec. 14th, 2003 01:45 amCommencement was today. There was a two hour ceremony which I found occasionally interesting at the time, but I can't recall any of the particularly interesting thoughts I had during that time. It was too early in the morning. I will say that I resisted the temptation to play my GBA during the ceremony successfully.
Afterwards, there was a brief lacuna wherein Stride was largely unconscious. Martian Death Flu Bad.
Then there was food - Upper Crust. It was my family and Mike Buntings - Mike graduated with a Masters, with honors, in 6 less months than It took me to get my bachelors. Ambition and intelligence get you further than laziness and apathy, apparently, though I certainly think his propensity for masochism also contributed.
Oz was less than happy to be there, don't entirely blame him - he doesn't have any particular reason to be interested in my grad.
Stride's gift to Bunting and me was a stainless steel engraved mug each, with a quote in latin. Mine translates roughly to 'Congratulations on keeping Poly from devouring your soul'. I am well pleased.
Apples to Apples ensued after a brief bout of staring at navels, staring at Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and inviting a sweet pit bull terrier named Frenzy to devour tennis balls in our presence. (note that I restrained myself from unsubtle innuendo about the whole tennis balls/pit bull/devouring combo)
Went down to get Tsurugis. Was dumb. Didn't think that many people actually knew it existed. I grabbed several of the gaming books currently on my list with a (disturbing) chunk of the graduation monies I had been told to do fun stuff with. Among them is the Draconomicon, which is full of pretty Lockwood art. I like Todd Lockwood's pencilwork. I don't like his oil coloring, or his digital work.
Went to Pepe Delgado's again, had another margarita. Didn't seem as strong tonight, but I was definitely feeling it by the end of the meal, so I'm going to file it under I've had too much alcohol recently to be able to accurately gauge myself, and mark it under caution. Grrr. Why don't metabolisms and psychologies come with context help systems, manuals, and 'For Dummies' books?
Watched X2 again and finally got started on Sword of Mana - the game appears to be designed to make you slow down and think about the things you want to kill, while trying to frustrate you into quitting due to subtly bad camera angles. I'm still amused, and I'm playing the brute, so I can survive. The hard part will be going back later and playing the chick - who, unsurprisingly, is weaker, and all twink-magey.
Sleep makes demands upon me, I ramble. (do I repeat myself? Very well then, I repeat myself. I am corrupt, and have attitude.) That last came from subconscious depths. Musing. Sleep.
Afterwards, there was a brief lacuna wherein Stride was largely unconscious. Martian Death Flu Bad.
Then there was food - Upper Crust. It was my family and Mike Buntings - Mike graduated with a Masters, with honors, in 6 less months than It took me to get my bachelors. Ambition and intelligence get you further than laziness and apathy, apparently, though I certainly think his propensity for masochism also contributed.
Oz was less than happy to be there, don't entirely blame him - he doesn't have any particular reason to be interested in my grad.
Stride's gift to Bunting and me was a stainless steel engraved mug each, with a quote in latin. Mine translates roughly to 'Congratulations on keeping Poly from devouring your soul'. I am well pleased.
Apples to Apples ensued after a brief bout of staring at navels, staring at Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and inviting a sweet pit bull terrier named Frenzy to devour tennis balls in our presence. (note that I restrained myself from unsubtle innuendo about the whole tennis balls/pit bull/devouring combo)
Went down to get Tsurugis. Was dumb. Didn't think that many people actually knew it existed. I grabbed several of the gaming books currently on my list with a (disturbing) chunk of the graduation monies I had been told to do fun stuff with. Among them is the Draconomicon, which is full of pretty Lockwood art. I like Todd Lockwood's pencilwork. I don't like his oil coloring, or his digital work.
Went to Pepe Delgado's again, had another margarita. Didn't seem as strong tonight, but I was definitely feeling it by the end of the meal, so I'm going to file it under I've had too much alcohol recently to be able to accurately gauge myself, and mark it under caution. Grrr. Why don't metabolisms and psychologies come with context help systems, manuals, and 'For Dummies' books?
Watched X2 again and finally got started on Sword of Mana - the game appears to be designed to make you slow down and think about the things you want to kill, while trying to frustrate you into quitting due to subtly bad camera angles. I'm still amused, and I'm playing the brute, so I can survive. The hard part will be going back later and playing the chick - who, unsurprisingly, is weaker, and all twink-magey.
Sleep makes demands upon me, I ramble. (do I repeat myself? Very well then, I repeat myself. I am corrupt, and have attitude.) That last came from subconscious depths. Musing. Sleep.
