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Nov. 28th, 2004 11:10 pmPicked up a USB headset today. It's PS2-branded, but I'm happy (and not surprised) to see that it works perfectly well with my Mac. The clerk at Strawberries told me that XBox is the place to be for online gaming, apparently. His main reason is that the more popular network-capable games for PS2, like SOCOM, are pay-for-play, which was news to me. "I play only stupid games that nobody likes," I said. "Fair enough," he said.
So far I've tried it once, with Burnout 3, which is a treat to play online when it actually works (sigh). I didn't say a word, since I suddenly realized that I didn't have the foggiest notion of game-VoIP etiquette. So instead, I raced cars while listening passively to two young English (I think) boys talk to one another in impenetrable sleepy drawls. It was interesting, but not very contentful.
I have had a very nice holiday. T-day dindin with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
colorwheel & co., and then several days by myself, ¡en fuego! with Volity work. I even worked straight through a rare dougo game night without realizing it! Which kind of stinks. Maybe next time...
Lots of ICCB work to start tomorrow. Lots of goals to hit by Jan. 1. The last time I said something like this, at the beginning of October, I ended up doing approximately jack squat for weeks, mostly due to the fact that I don't know Oracle, and neither does anyone else here. I decided last week that I'd stop trying to attack the problem head-on and just work around it.
Relatedly, I announced my departure from ICCB and my intent to join ICCB. Jan 1 is my end date. Also, my start date. Yes, I am in fact trading a stink bean for a stink bean. It actually makes sense if you're on the inside, baby.
Lately, over the last couple of years, I think I've been getting better at knowing myself, but here's one thing that remains a mystery to me: There is, for me, a perfect balance between sociability and solitude that causes me to vibrate in such a way so as to pull inspiration right from the air, and lets me work on anything with joy. I was reminded of this last week at HoRGN when during an idle moment I pulled out my laptop to tie up some ICCB loose ends, and the presence of friends, music and light all around turned Perl-pushing drudgery into... well, I suppose it was still drudgery but I didn't mind it so much, is the point.
Years ago, having observed these effects in various settings, I thought the solution involved housemates. This has twice proved to be the wrong track, sadly: when the time comes for me to want the whole place to myself, they're still there! The nerve, etc. Yet, even as I write this, I imagine how nice it would be to hear people-noises drifting in from the kitchen or the living room right now. Hmf.
I guess that hanging out at the Diesel is a weaker (since everyone is usually strangers to me) but workable stand-in until I can figure out what, exactly, is up with me.
So far I've tried it once, with Burnout 3, which is a treat to play online when it actually works (sigh). I didn't say a word, since I suddenly realized that I didn't have the foggiest notion of game-VoIP etiquette. So instead, I raced cars while listening passively to two young English (I think) boys talk to one another in impenetrable sleepy drawls. It was interesting, but not very contentful.
I have had a very nice holiday. T-day dindin with
colorwheel & co., and then several days by myself, ¡en fuego! with Volity work. I even worked straight through a rare dougo game night without realizing it! Which kind of stinks. Maybe next time...Lots of ICCB work to start tomorrow. Lots of goals to hit by Jan. 1. The last time I said something like this, at the beginning of October, I ended up doing approximately jack squat for weeks, mostly due to the fact that I don't know Oracle, and neither does anyone else here. I decided last week that I'd stop trying to attack the problem head-on and just work around it.
Relatedly, I announced my departure from ICCB and my intent to join ICCB. Jan 1 is my end date. Also, my start date. Yes, I am in fact trading a stink bean for a stink bean. It actually makes sense if you're on the inside, baby.
Lately, over the last couple of years, I think I've been getting better at knowing myself, but here's one thing that remains a mystery to me: There is, for me, a perfect balance between sociability and solitude that causes me to vibrate in such a way so as to pull inspiration right from the air, and lets me work on anything with joy. I was reminded of this last week at HoRGN when during an idle moment I pulled out my laptop to tie up some ICCB loose ends, and the presence of friends, music and light all around turned Perl-pushing drudgery into... well, I suppose it was still drudgery but I didn't mind it so much, is the point.
Years ago, having observed these effects in various settings, I thought the solution involved housemates. This has twice proved to be the wrong track, sadly: when the time comes for me to want the whole place to myself, they're still there! The nerve, etc. Yet, even as I write this, I imagine how nice it would be to hear people-noises drifting in from the kitchen or the living room right now. Hmf.
I guess that hanging out at the Diesel is a weaker (since everyone is usually strangers to me) but workable stand-in until I can figure out what, exactly, is up with me.