Welcome to… whatever this is.

As Peter says in Family Guy: Blue Harvest, “I’m a slave to trends.” The current trend amongst current and past GameSpot editors is to start a personal blog, where–personal things go. I am not a big fan of MySpace’s blog (or a big fan of MySpace at all, for that matter), and in the past, before I became an editor, I used my GameSpot blog to post about more personal issues. So here I am, and it’s strangely liberating. “Look at me! I am going to type fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck holy fucking fuck!” And no one can stop me.

Not that I have a lot to write about on this particular evening. I’ve started disc 3 of Lost Odyssey, and it’s starting to grow on me the more I play. I’ll have more to say about that in my review, but it’s such a mix of highs and lows that it’s tough to get a real handle on. I’ve also finished Assassin’s Creed on the DS, and I have plenty to say on that subject as well, but I will let the review speak for itself.

Aside from that, the weekend has been relatively quiet. Tomorrow I am playing violin in the morning church service at my beloved St. Clare’s Episcopal Church in Pleasanton, and in the evening we are holding an evensong service called Road To Freedom in honor of Black History Month. I’ve sung the Freedom music before, and it’s a lovely mix of spirituals, hymns, and a couple of old-fashioned favorites that draws parallels between the Israelites’ escape from Egyptian slavery and the similar plight of African Americans. I am also working on my own evensong music, which would consist of the traditional stuff: Magnificat, Nunc Dimittis, preces and responses, and so on. I have a lot of ideas but nothing on paper. It’s something I need to get to, but work keeps getting in the way.

I’m also upset that my stepdad just left my mother. They’ve only been together for maybe 4 years, but I’d kinda grown to like this dude. My mother is 55 now, and she deserves happiness, yet she always gets the short end of the man stick (I didn’t mean that to sound raunchy, it just came out that way). Apparently the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and I tend to fall for the same kind of assholes, though I am not sure if that means I am genetically predisposed to liking bastards, or whether it’s behavior I learned from my trusting mother. There was nothing leading up to it, no big fight and no ongoing drama, just “boom.” I need to fly home to see her. It’s an expensive ticket, but it’s something that must be done soon.

It’s funny, in my own romantic life, that I am in a city simply brimming with gay men, yet finding love here is like finding a Wii at Toys ‘r’ Us. The whole “east coast versus west coast” mentality thing isn’t a stereotype–as far as I can tell, it’s very real. Guys in SF want flings, and many of them are really good at saying what you want to hear until they’ve grown bored with you, and frankly, I don’t find myself to be a very boring person as a rule, so the fact that I keep getting left high and dry just pisses me off. OK, OK, so I have a lazy streak a mile wide, but you tell someone to play video games for a living and see if they don’t sit on their fat ass on a couch more often than not. But here’s hoping something wonderful makes it’s way in my direction.

But I do have good news from Microsoft:

• Device: Xbox360 Hardware
• Serial Number: ************
• Warranty Status: In Warranty

Repair Status: Device Shipped to Customer

It’s about fucking time.

~ by fiddlecub on February 10, 2008.