Queues

I hate queues, we spend so much of our lives waiting, waiting for a short event that flashes before our eyes. Theme parks and game expos just to name two. It is in the latter that I find myself now, waiting for a glimpse of the much anticipated skyrim. Legs aching and having run out of queuing banter I find myself bored. Without sounding over dramatic, why does it have to be this way?

Surely there would be a way to sit in comfort and be entertained so that I could spend the majority of my time here having fun? Despite gamefests best efforts, paper craft just doesn't cut it. An ideal solution would be to have a kind of love child between a conveyor belt and a bench. I think this may be a little far fetched but it would be reasonable for a basic bench to be installed around the queue line. Or maybe i'm just whiney, either way im stuck in a line with aching legs.

Fear

Saw, insidious, paranormal activity... I could go on. There are plenty of films out there that are meant to scare us shitless. I also have plenty of friends who love this idea, always searching for the flick that will top the last fear ridden adventure. As you may have detected by now, I don't particularly identify with this culture or mindset. Mostly due to the fact I dislike the way fear lingers when the film is over (OK don't laugh :-( ).

Recently I went to a large theme park for the (embarrassingly) first time in my life. My first ride ever was one called oblivion which is very well described by its name. Basically it goes high, tips over and drops you down toward a dark 'oblivion' in the ground. Usually people work themselves into a trembling stupor on the way to the drop. However, me being a typical rational smart-arse reassured myself I was safe. When it finally sent me hurtling to the earth in free-fall, fear and adrenaline flooded my veins in equal measure. These volatile substances proved an addictive mix as I went on to have a brilliant time scaring myself. Eventually, after several more rides I found I had lost most of the rush, mostly due to the fact that I no longer had any fear on rides, after all,  I wasn't in any real danger. For the first time in my life I found I longed for fear and tried to trigger it. I finally understood why people liked scary films.

Unfortunately that left me bored, and still with the question of why I didn't like scary films. On reflection it appears that the reason that the specific hit of fear just doesn't release that much sought after adrenaline. Maybe I just have a fearful disposition or I'm just a coward, either way, it leaves me still unable to enjoy a good scary movie. How to change this is anyone's guess...

First Post

Why have I started a blog? Well I guess its because its better than talking to a brick wall. No one likes the sad realisation that no one else really cares what they think, a blog saves us from this with the perhaps vain hope that someone somewhere will read your thoughts and be inspired. This is what I hope =)

So in this fantasy world I have chosen, it seems apt that my first smattering of cerebral goo on the internet is about fantasy worlds. From the age of around 12, I have wasted huge chunks of my life on fantasy RPGs. In particular Runescape. I quit around the time the infamous trade restrictions were put in place. At that point (another) sad realisation hit me, it was just a fantasy world, and all that effort and all potential future effort was being wasted on changing integers and string on a server somewhere. You see, the delusion of actual value of your virtual character is vital in maintaining the motivation to play. Every attempt to return to Runescape is (thankfully) thwarted by me remembering that fact. My point to this perhaps long winded post is that: how is real life any different? Apart from the fact that its the most important known reality, it really does make you think. What if we are just moving matter and energy around that ultimately has no real value?

PS: I apologise about the downbeat tone of my first post, I hope it doesn't set a standard for the rest =)