Had a vacation day yesterday, and on the advice of Beloved Wife, I immersed myself in gaming. She knew I needed it, and as 20 odd years have shown, she usually knows me better than I know myself. So off I went into the Wonderful World of Warcrack, kissing three hours away as I leveled up my Night Elf Hunter with another player, who wins the Biggest Balls Award of the week since he was playing from work. (He had to disappear for a bit while he wrote some emails for his boss.) Went downtown afterwards, seeing a pile up on Wharncliffe (expensive car nailed the back of a SUV--car parts flying everywhere), and ran errands down there. As much as I love downtown London, I ain't too fond of it Friday nights. It was cold, filled with semi drunk people leering and looking for fights outside the bars as they smoked their smokes. Throw in all the fresh faced out of towners and surbanites who venture downtown for the Knights games, with quick looks of horror at anyone who doesn't have short hair, a golf gut or a minivan, rushing their children quickly into the JLC, where inside more upscale drunks are dropping a fortune on their beer in the bar. It's an odd mix, and it's not something I enjoy being in the middle of.
Beloved Wife also picked me up the trade paperback of Manhunter: Trial By Fire, which is all kinds of great. I do love my female snarky heroes, be they Buffy, Catwoman, or now Kate Spencer. Sad this book has been cancelled.
Drifted across the living room to fire up Final Fantasy XII, taking Vaan into the sewers for his latest caper. Discovered I had fallen into Gamer's Slouch, and thanked the gods that I don't gain weight. After a day like this, I'd be running the spice trade on Tatooine from my couch, slurping toads and making Princess Leia dance for me. Then again, maybe gaining weight would be okay, outside of the toad slurping.
As for the rest of the weekend, Beloved Wife has decreed we're off to see Pan's Labryinth. I thought we'd forsworn seeing movies in theatres, but she will not be dissuaded. And this makes me wonder: how do geeks who marry non-geeks survive?
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You ask: how do geeks who marry non-geeks survive?
I think the question is really how non-geeks survive. In our case:
She drinks red wine in winter.
She drinks coolers in summer.
I exude a boyish innocence when I wax (in)eloquently about games, books, movies, computers, etc.
I can't explain it any other way. All in all, I'm damn lucky.
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