Magazine Shelf

I wonder if it's a common thing, but I've been thinking about the magazine shelf in the average house. What does it tell about a person? I suppose the commmitment to a magazine tells a lot about your commitment to the subject of a magazine.

I was thinking about MY magazine shelf. I used to have stacks of old PC Accelerator magazines (loved that one... it made me laugh, even though they were a bit naughty at times) and other game review magazines. Now... Flash & Flex Developer's Magazine, Microsoft Developer's Network, Oracle's free magazine they keep sending me and so on.

I've been working a lot of hours at my three jobs, but I've also been spending a lot of time with my husband, and "playing" on my own. And doing work on my own too. And reading magazines.

That picture is a picture of a horse I drew once upon a time when I was very stressed and was not a happy kitty. I saw a picture of a horse, and decided to stop everything that was demanded of me, and just stop and draw... do something creative. And suddenly everything was in perspective. That has made this picture very special to me. There is a time and a place for everything. And never get so busy as to leave out a chance for creativity.

Sorry this one was so scattered today. I'll try to do better.

Moving On

I finally did it. I finally walked away from the game that has been such a part of my life for so long. This last night, I deactivated my content ID's. I did go in and visit with my old friends, and killed a few things for the old time's sake, but I was able to walk away.

I guess this is a question every player asks.. Do I need to play this game or do I just want to? I think for a majority of the time, I needed to play the game. It was due to the fact that I met and held so many friendships with so many people online. I never before had such a feeling. And I kept going back more and more for the interaction.

I guess, on it's own, it might sound rather pathetic. But that was the nature of my life with autism, manic-depression, and many other disorders, it was a wonder I could function at all. But the bravery that internet anonymity granted me lead me to greater and greater real life bravery, along with other therapy and medicine.

Which has lead me to the life I lead now. I am married now, and loving every moment of it. I have more friends now, and I am doing very well in my real life endeavors. I have a new job which I love and keeps me busy. I find myself wanting to play games less and less all the time. My interests have just shifted. One time when I had some free time, rather than loggin in, I decided to write a calculator program. Mainly because I had forgotten how to do it, and I wanted to remember the process.

Well, I know by not deleting my characters, it might turn out that I return. But I will leave that for the future to tell. But in the mean time, I leave with this:


If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Cat,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Cat a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands,
if we be friends,
And Darlene shall restore amends.


Please continue to return to my blog. I will still be writing. And I will love to hear from my old friends. All of them. Too many to count.

Meyaou ^.^