Saturday, October 10, 2009

I rose fairly early, for me at any rate, and read the accumulated blogs waiting my pleasure. The first cup this morning was cold, being ever the frugal being, I drank last nights leaving of coffee that was staining the bottom of the coffee maker pot.

Justification for such, is, of course, it makes little difference once it hits bottom. It warms to body temperature, or cools, as the case demands. It’s the taste to which one must become accustomed.

The blogs were fairly standard fare. Bad beats from the poker crowd (tempered by up-ticks in the bankroll here and there). Puzzlement from one or two nature blogs as to “I was unaware . . of various growths here and there living in the woods.”

Me? I believe I’m becoming a bit jaded with reading of others adventures. It has been a crowded summer. I’m looking at the coming winter and sigh. I need a break. The re-charge thing. I think Housekeepers vacation plans have made me antsie. I haven’t had a vacation since . . Well, the last one.

Which thinking guided my thoughts to “perhaps a game.” And then on into consideration of my skill levels at the various games. I’ve never gotten into nor understood the some of the more “modern” games.

The Blonde, before she became widowed, when I visited with her husband, would play a game which involved cultivating her various tribes of people she, as a God, caused to be in her virtual world. I watched her play the game but didn’t understand, especially when she informed me, when I asked of her actions at a specific point, that one must visit, as  their God, each group of people periodically or they died.

I’ve wondered, from time to time, what became of the world she created when she purchased the Vista PC she now owns. We’re not as close, anymore, as we once were, so I feel that asking a God of the World Created would be in bad taste, therefore must wait until she raises the subject. I fear I know the answer. More power in the PC means other challenges and her original world exists no where other than in memory – mine. Gods do not think as humans. They must not, or we would not have whole “religions” available to us to explain to us how God(s) want us to think, and at the same time how incomprehensible the thinking and judgment of God(s) truly is to human kind.

Such superficial thinking of raw power came as I browsed for a computer game to use as a winter distraction. I stumbled across Microsoft Games pages.

(Actually, I sought out MS Games pages. I have MS software, after all.)

I found that which I sought, and in the finding, read the promotion material provided. I believe I’m a non-discriminatory reader. I’ll read most anything, and accept most any statement. I do not, however, believe all I read. Little of it, truthfully.

The MS promotion page caused me pause:

You will fight, manage, and rule your trading empires {. . .}

Conflicts and wars are inevitable. When hostile fleets engage each other, the spectacular naval battles are fought on a real-time tactical level. Devastating broadsides are fired with a deafening roar and cannon balls tear through enemy ships and their crew. For greater tactical depth, you can, at any point, take direct command of any of your ships and feel the battle close up!

Realistic yet fast-paced naval combat

 

Mild Blood

Mild Violence

I think it was that “mild” business at the end that got to me.

I continue the search for a raw and violent marble blaster game, or perhaps a good brick buster with excellent graphics.

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From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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