My Sunday excursion to Garden of the Gods has been curtailed due to back pain. When riding home from the Birdhouse on Saturday night it required extraordinary effort and leaning over my handlebars to get halfway home.
When I was in front of the nearby school I tried to dismount but couldn't because swinging my bike over the main bar simply caused pain. So I forced myself to ride the rest of the way home.
I dismounted by letting the bike fall and stepping out of the frame. Sunday morning was a struggle getting out of bed and I decided against my journey. I'm disappointed and annoyed by this fact. Right now I don't know what next weekend will bring but I do plan on riding to and from work this Friday, damn it.
The only game I'm interested in getting which would make me purchase an expensive luxury item is Spore.
They couldn't walk without rhythm.
That was a joke.
Ha ha.
Fat chance.
All of the characters were likeable and fleshed out and at no time did I feel left out of the loop. When various historical events were mentioned I only had to exercise some patience to learn what happened in the past and the significance of those events. Patience, for me, is an unattainable virtue yet I went out of my way to avoid reading any spoilers for the novel or its sequels.
What struck me about the book is the ending and I was exceedingly pleased with the climax because it drove home that each pilgrim's story was important to the story and how the rest of the story was incidental and unimportant. Some day I hope that I'll be able to write characters like this.
There are three more stories which follow Hyperion. I'm reticent to read them for fear that they may detract from the original work. My reading experience and lessons learned from movies have made me wary of sequels, prequels and all the other -quels that should be quelled at once to stimulate some original thought and creations.
There really ought to be more stories like this.
Hopefully I will be making good with one of my debts and assuming the burden of yet another. I figure that the debt accrued from a college education would be considered 'good debt' considering my goal.
Since paying off my car will free up a decent amount of money I'm tempted to get an XBOX 360. This desire was underscored on Sunday when I decided I was going to play Grand Theft Auto 3 all the way through. I just couldn't start playing it or get into the game because the graphics are so primitive in contrast with what I saw of Grand Theft Auto IV on Saturday night. Also I know 3/4ths of the story already so I'm just going through the motions than anything else.
Yet I hear raddidge's gently nagging voice of "stock up" in regards to food and how I'd be best served if I saved and saved rather than enjoying the fruits of my labor.
Every Sunday I'll download a podcast and listen to that while I do this necessary chore. Somehow when I'm listening to another human being talk I can muddle on through scrubbing plates. Of course actually completing my task, seeing it through and dawdling makes me happy so I cook for myself.
Back in late December and early January I was burning through all four seasons of Futurama. I'd get an urge to do something but the very act was thwarted because I was interested with the action on the television screen.
While I write this my brain is telling me that I'm just lonely. There's something about the sound of a human voice with the faux intimacy of headphones gives me energy to do something for myself for once.
