But I like games!

I reckon it was the traumatic childhood, or for that matter the traumatic adulthood. Either way, it seems I have a natural affinity for playing games. Must be human, huh? Nope, can't say that it is a human condition, as I know at least one other human who doesn't have a natural affinity for playing games (name withheld to protect the not so innocent). It really doesn't matter the type of game, although I do have to admit that I tend to avoid the more physical ones, as I am not so much into pain as I used to be. Nope, anymore I like the ones I can play on my computer, or my newest gift, the Xbox. Of course, it helps to know a little bit about the game before you attempt to play it.

See, before I knew I was getting the Xbox, I swapped for a computer game on SwapSimple. To their credit, my children attempted to talk me out of it, not so much because they were worried about the tension it would cause on the homefront, but because they were sure that the only way to play it was online, via a subscription service. No way, I argued.

Way.

So, now I get to attempt to relist it for swap, or sell it via eBay and hope to get my investment in shipping costs back. In the future, I will stick with the Xbox games I have. Ought to last me a good month, the way I figure.

I'm not a librarian

Books. A great many books have I. Various topics, various genres, various ages. Most are on the shelf in something that loosely qualifies as a system, if "whatever I can fit there" is a system. My apologies, Mr. Dewey, but your hard work never really stuck, even though I worked in a Media Center for a bit. Sadly, some of the books are in boxes, in the attic, most likely providing an abundant harvest for the silverfish (or firebrats, to be more accurate). I have a near entire set of some pulp fiction series, a vast assortment of thrillers from the likes of King, Coyne, Saul, Koontz, and others. I have some classics. I have some old books in languages that I never could read, or could read but forgot what the words meant. Yes, a great many books.

Recently, I cluttered things up a bit more by bringing home a box of books from Mom's storage unit. I've listed some on SwapSimple, will put others on half.com, and might give a go at selling the older ones on eBay. One thing I do know is I probably won't do is read any of them. I can't remember the last non-technical book I read. Heck, I can't remember the last magazine I read in full, and there is a stack of newspapers that attest to my lack of reading in that realm. I suppose that one of these days…

Hmm. I think I've said this many times before. Guess I'd better get to reading something or getting rid of something. Maybe I will start with the Owner's guide to the Xbox game I just received.