newconroer
10-22-2007, 05:24 AM
There I am, reading some information from Wile, trying to make sense of some things and it occurs to me just how immensely complicated even the most 'simplistic' of creations of man are. I continue to ponder this as I stroll to the kitchen and light up a cigarette. I stare at the ashtray and zone out, still in awe when out of the corner of my eye I catch glimpse of the toaster and think.. 'wow, even a toaster is a wild invention.' I return to my desk and find an old game on the web, A Bomber from 1980. The thing had no graphics per se, just a blue screen, grey text and you gave it commands in order to 'play.' Then I loaded up BioShock and thought 'good Lord....'
It's almost as if I lived my entire life in the depths of Africa and then someone thrust me into modern western culture. Where now I'm suddenly seeing the beauty in the most basic of things, and amazed at things I cannot begin to explain.
Just one of those moments.
Then, in contrast to the thoughts on complexity... the Mrs. comes home, tells me she got me a present and to come into the kitchen when I've got a moment so I can get it. I open the bedroom door, and almost trip over something on the floor. There beneath me is a pair of slippers. Suede, padded, proper heel (not slip-on, loathe slip-ons!) and they fit me just perfect like. In that moment I smile. I smile with deep gratitude at the thought of how she knows exactly what to buy me, and how to play a joke by telling me to come to the kitchen then laying them where I might just bump into them. I enjoy the idea that I didn't ask for them, but she was thinking of me. It reminds of me when you're young, and you haven't a job, and no real money of your own, but it's Christmas time, time to buy gifts for mom and dad. When you're out with your parents, your dad grabs you when your mom's looking at clothes and drags you along secretly to gather a new robe and a dozen roses. Then your mom steals you away later on to find your dad a new wallet. And no matter how redundant, repetitive or lack luster those gifts seem each year, they have meaning behind them. They're simple, but effective and thoughtful. And so too, are these new slippers now keeping my feet cozy and warm.
I can't think of anything catchy or zingy to end this with, except... I'm not a bleeding heart! I just had a moment of weakness. Now I'll proceed to eat some red meat and make a thirteen year old cry with my uber wtfbbqsauce hoverboard blue flag gank in UT3.
It's almost as if I lived my entire life in the depths of Africa and then someone thrust me into modern western culture. Where now I'm suddenly seeing the beauty in the most basic of things, and amazed at things I cannot begin to explain.
Just one of those moments.
Then, in contrast to the thoughts on complexity... the Mrs. comes home, tells me she got me a present and to come into the kitchen when I've got a moment so I can get it. I open the bedroom door, and almost trip over something on the floor. There beneath me is a pair of slippers. Suede, padded, proper heel (not slip-on, loathe slip-ons!) and they fit me just perfect like. In that moment I smile. I smile with deep gratitude at the thought of how she knows exactly what to buy me, and how to play a joke by telling me to come to the kitchen then laying them where I might just bump into them. I enjoy the idea that I didn't ask for them, but she was thinking of me. It reminds of me when you're young, and you haven't a job, and no real money of your own, but it's Christmas time, time to buy gifts for mom and dad. When you're out with your parents, your dad grabs you when your mom's looking at clothes and drags you along secretly to gather a new robe and a dozen roses. Then your mom steals you away later on to find your dad a new wallet. And no matter how redundant, repetitive or lack luster those gifts seem each year, they have meaning behind them. They're simple, but effective and thoughtful. And so too, are these new slippers now keeping my feet cozy and warm.
I can't think of anything catchy or zingy to end this with, except... I'm not a bleeding heart! I just had a moment of weakness. Now I'll proceed to eat some red meat and make a thirteen year old cry with my uber wtfbbqsauce hoverboard blue flag gank in UT3.