Brown Paper Packages…Tied up in Packing Tape…contained one of my new, favourite things.
I came home to a lovely surprise today. A brown paper package tied up in…packing tape. (Oh well, it was almost The Sound of Music, and is now officially one of my favourite things.)
Wait for it…
Me and Star Trek Catan…one of my new favourite things! I’m so excited I’m not even focused on how I look in this picture
…ok not much.
Star Trek Catan! Settling the Final Frontier. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I love the game. I love that I have friends who know me well enough to find this and send it to me. (Thank you!) This board game was the perfect gift for me, (he said it was for both Andre and I…but it’s mine I say, MINE!) and the perfect gift from Mayfair Games for the entire geek community.
I’d write more but…Star Trek Catan! There really isn’t anything else to say.
Writing Exercise:
Devil <on my shoulder> – Who has time to write? We just got Star Trek Catan!
Slightly less evil Devil <on the other shoulder> – Isn’t playing a board game almost as creative as writing? I mean we are sure to get writing ideas while playing.
Yet another Devil <on my head wearing pasted on angel wings> – You can write double tomorrow.
Angel <sounding muffled from being stuck in the back of a sock drawer> – You made a commitment to writing exercises…
Me – What? I couldn’t hear you over the rolling dice.
Angel <still muffled> – I do control the guilt…
Me – FINE!
The angel and devil on your shoulder each take a day off. On the angel’s day off you have no barriers, no guilt, and very little impulse control. On the devil’s day off you have the instincts of a saint and no reason not to follow those instincts. Does it go well on either day? Go. Happy writing. (I’ve got Catan to play.)
NB. I could see both days going very badly.
Sure, on my day with no barriers or guilt I might do something “fun” like rob a bank, or tell my boss what I really think of him…or just put some sinister long-term plans into play…not that I have those. But either way, I’m sure to get caught. After all, I’d want to brad about it, and I’d have no impulse control…plus I have super bad luck, and the lack of the angel probably won’t help in that department.
Then on the devil’s day off, I could see myself paralyzed, unable to do anything because everything and everyone needs my help…how to choose? Or worse, I might take the saint thing a bit far…didn’t a lot of them go on killing sprees or lock themselves in caves and stuff?
Either way it doesn’t sound like a good day.
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