Goth Girl

OK, so it's been a month since I posted here. And in that time, an amazing amount of things has happened and I have a silly computer game to thank for it. I started playing World of Warcraft (WoW) shortly after I got my new computer—let's make that, the day after I got my new iMac—and I've become addicted to the game. It's completely engrossing and a very dangerous time sink. The shit is like crack. I created a Second Life profile and avatar, I bought Quake 4 and even Jedi Academy, but I haven't played any of them. WoW rules my world, and I love it. I've got six characters now (created a new one just last night) to explore different races, different classes, and I think I'm pretty satisfied with my undead priestess for now. She's only at Level 24, but I love her. She's hot. You should see her hair.

At the same time, I've been chatting with a whole slew of guys on Bear 411. I wanted to create a profile on this site for a long time, but my living situation sort of prevented me from being completely open to myself. I guess I figured that any friends I made off a site like this would possibly have to endure the drama that accompanied me at that time in my life, and I would rather not deal with that at all. So, as soon as I moved out on my own, I created a profile for myself. Fun stuff that.

Slowly, I started making new friends, chatting regularly, daily, nightly. I met a guy to whom I openly admitted playing WoW (because I was still sort of in the geek closet, which is completely fucked up, I know), and who in return was like, you do? So do I!! And I kinda got even more hooked. I joined his server and guild, created a couple new characters and well, spent the entire Thanksgiving holiday (at least four days) playing nothing but WoW. I mean, nothing. I was up till all hours of the night/morning—I mean, I was up so late, it was morning when I went to bed again, and then only for a couple of hours because I wanted to get back on and play. OMG. Totally geeking out here. He's also the one who more or less forced me to start watching "Battlestar Galactica," for which I'm very grateful.

He eventually invited me out for drinks with him and his boyfriend, and that's kinda where the last month began to disappear. We went to Daddy's for a beer. I had never been there before, and I loved it. It's exactly the kind of place I've been looking for in the city. It's also where I ended up meeting two other guys who would end up owning my soul over the course of the next week. But that story is far too detailed to talk about here...and I don't have their permission to do so...all for the best.

I have been living in the Bay Area for eight years, and I haven't had any friends whatsoever. And in the space of a long holiday weekend, I met half a dozen really cool people with whom I want to do and share everything. I don't know if it's the newness of having friends or maybe it's the attention I'm getting that's sating my ego for once, but I'm having a great time. I'm finally coming alive again and it feels wonderful.

And in all of my WoW time, I've completely neglected my Tivo and Netflix viewing habits. I started out being completely manic about cleaning out the Tivo. I can't tell you the last time I actually watched a show on TV. I turn it on to clean out the Tivo of stuff I know I'll never watch and then turn it off again to return to my games. And since I bought my JBL On Stage iPod player—a godsend and how did I wait so long to buy one of these?—I haven't needed to watch TV. I should just get rid of it.

And now we're just about ten days from Xmas and a fortnight or so from 2007. And I would swear that today is Thursday.

Un reflet de toi

I needn't remind you that I'm not a holiday person. This time of year depresses me greatly. I am happy when it's all said and done and gone. And for the record, I spent all of yesterday in bed catching up on all three seasons of Battlestar Galactica. Awesome.

The Castro was an absolute ghost town yesterday. No one playing tennis, no cars driving by, no one walking their dog. It felt like Cylon-occupied Caprica. Or how it must have felt. I'm cracking myself up at how much of a geek I am. I even looked outside just to check if the electricity was on, as if I were the only person in the world who had enough juice to run the iMac and the microwave. Very odd. And then, all of a sudden, around 4 p.m., the streets turned on with cars and people again, like someone blinked and poof everything's back where it should be. Sort of.

I'm obligated to work this week. Since I changed jobs, I lost the pretty benefit of having the week between Xmas and New Year's off. And with recent events down there, I don't even know if they have it off. So sad. And it's a ghost town in here, too, more than usual. I'm leaving in a half an hour, so it kinda doesn't matter. And I'll probably take Friday off. Sentence fragments, anyone?

OK, I was going to write long rambling prose about my current mood and state of mind, but it's time to go home. Maybe later.

The End

Again, another year is over. I am so not going to wax nostalgic on you, but I love watching the dates change from year to year, so that's the real reason for this post.

When I was a kid, I used to cut out the dates of New Year's Eve and New Year's Day from the newspaper masthead just to see the numbers change. Bizarre. I've always been preoccupied with time. Clocks and watches and calendars. Whatever.

Happy New Year's Eve!