Anyone still out there? If so please email me trist_on@hotmail.com

Another legend has passed away... Arthur C. Clarke he was 90 years old. For those of you who don't know he wrote the book that was the basis for the movie: 2001.

I've read a few of his things, but I'm not that huge into Science Fiction as I am into Fantasy, but I do like it. I think as my mind matures a bit more I'll try to get deeper into it. The problem with a lot of the SF is that the characters are lacking and the science is way too deep. Instead of driving the story with the 'people', many old time SF'ers use science as the tool.

Then again what the hell do I know. I'm floundering with my own life and haven't had anything published in years and haven't really written anything of note in about the same time period.

Since no one is really visiting this it don't matter anyways.

cya laterz
moi

Nocturnal Delights (a quick musing)

If she hadn’t come into the room I wouldn’t still be thinking about her while I’m trying to sleep. All of this tossing and turning is driving me nuts. I’ve tried to think about work, cars and even hummed a few lines of my favorite songs, but she appears around every corner of my mind.

My body reacts as if she was right next to me. My breathing slows as I feel her long dark hair brush against my shoulder as she turns her back to me and leans back so I can feel the curve of her body against my chest and stomach. I close my eyes and inhale. A mix of sweet perfume and a hint of vanilla wanders up into my nose. The scent is beyond intoxicating. I realize then I’m stroking myself.

I can’t stop. It’s the third time tonight I’ve repeated this performance. Each time she appeared next to me the fantasy is different. The sex I perceive that we have is all about pleasuring her. Don’t get me wrong I’m beyond turned on, both in and out of the fantasy I’m having. I’ve already had to get up and clean my hands twice and it looks like it will be a third time as well.

I tried to tell myself she isn’t as perfect as I’m making her out to be, but her voice still sings in my ears. You might scoff at the idea that we didn’t get past more than the usual pleasant greetings, but it was the joy in her voice that had me at the top of my toes.

The party was typical. Music played louder than anyone could really talk over. A cheap keg that kept most of the guys happy, but really nothing for me to drink unless I went and got my own. The house warming was full of many people I didn’t know so I hung around the three or four I did know. We sat around the dining room table slinging stories about the people who hadn’t or wouldn’t show up. I don’t remember the time, but she came with a small group. I didn’t know any of them, but Greg our fearless host and welcomed to his home. They offered him some small token of a house warming gift and either shook his hand or he gave the women a quick hug in friendship. That was when I saw her for the first time and the rest of the evening was a blur.

The funny thing is that I don’t even remember her name. We were introduced, but I was lost in her dark eyes. She held out her hand and I’m sure I grasped it like a cold wet towel. She slipped three manicured fingers in between my thumb and forefinger and we gave each other the quick shake. It took everything in me not to grab her and kiss her right there, but I remained cool and said something witty. I’m not sure what I said exactly, but she politely laughed and turned to the next person Greg introduced her to.

They walked out of the dining room and into the kitchen and I began to follow them. I tried to be covert. But by the end of the night, I think she realized I was hanging around her. Now that I think about it, she probably thought I was stalking her.

She wore a black strapless dress that stopped just above her knees. I’m a sucker for soft, long legs and hers begged to be stroked. Her breasts kept the dress from falling down, but they didn’t distract from the rest of her luscious body. In fact, her body curved like a sleepy river, not too fast and not too slow. Nothing seemed out of place and in fact, she did a great job of putting herself together that when she walked it all moved in concert.

I realize I stopped rubbing myself. I hadn’t finished the job, but the evenings encounter was savored like a fine wine. The ambiance of her presence even distracts myself from pleasuring myself while she is in my presence. But then again with her naked backside titillating my hardness it doesn’t take long to get going again. Especially when I don’t expect her to reach around and grasp me to slide me between her legs and let me feel how wet she is again. I don’t know how I can contain myself again. You’ll have to excuse me, this beautiful woman wants me again and I don’t want to miss the experience. I guess I’ll have to get up a third time tonight to clean myself up.

D&D

If you are a geek/nerd you know who passed away recently. While most of Wisconsin mourned the loss of Brett Favre, my surprise was interrupted by the passing of Gary Gygax.

While I enjoy football and I had hoped the Packers had gotten to the Super Bowl, my reaction to Mr. Gygax's death reached deeper into my soul. My geekness really started with the purchase of my D&D books in the late 70's. I remember as if it was yesterday....

My mother went to the doctor quite a bit as I grew up. During one of these trips we stopped at a craft shop where most times I was bored out of my mind. Way in the back was a hobby section and I found a rack of books. I read through the covers and I realized this was a game I could relate too. I convinced my mother I needed to buy these books. I bought the Player's Guide and the Dungeon Master's Guide. I had no knowledge how I could play, but I knew these books would unlock a deeper part of my subconscious than anything else I had ever played.

I read through the books and thought they were great and I couldn't wait to begin to play. I bought a couple of modules and rolled up a couple of characters. Not only was I the DM, but I created the characters trying to kill lizard men and kobolds. I couldn't get enough dice, modules and books I easily became addicted to this game. However, I was missing something. A group of guys where the game would really become fascinating.

I fell into a group of like-minded guys at school. I think it was sort of one of those things that the four of us were interested in computers, sci-fi movies and books that playing D&D was a natural progression. Going to high school became my geekfest. I started to collect comic books (argued about plots), designed computer games and spent weekends playing D&D. My first character ('Xexuse' pronounced X-zuse) was my hero. When the group wasn't playing I'd spend hours re-writing my character sheet, look up magical items in the books I wanted to collect and jotting down his personal history. Sad as it sounds, he also became one of my friends.

For the next ten years or so, other RPG's came into my life and D&D sort of fell by the wayside as we played Rolemaster, Traveller, Car Wars, and other P&P games. Our diet consisted of Doritios and Mountain Dew these were the staples of our playing. Two bags of chips and two 12 packs of Dew. I think the game had tie-ins to those companies as anyone who played D&D ate and drank the same thing....How did that come to be? I never saw the memo or read it in a magazine that D&D required Doritios and Dew....must have been the letters.....

In my recent posts about the Internet about my gaming and such it all started with that simple game. I often wish I could find a group and play again. In the article mentioned above, it was noted that GG continued to play his game until January. That's so cool...

RIP GG!

cya laterz,
moi

Darth Vader Cantina - Eddie Izzy

My Internet Life...

What has gotten into me this month? Three postings? That has to be a new record or something. I'm not even sure why I keep this up. I suppose it is to keep connected with some fabulous people I've encountered over the past ten years or so...

Maybe it was longer than that....

My internet experience started back before there were these things called browsers. You had to type Unix commands to access sites. But I wasn't interested in the growth of the internet I was only on to play a MUD! I sat in front of my monochrome monitor on my little 286 computer making my way through the zones and player killings of (insert tense music, 'dun, dun, dun'), The Final Challenge. In this little universe I came up with my two most favorite MMRPG and Internet handles, (Triston and Venthor). I was the first evil character to ever max out on a multi-classed character (level 50 or 30-30-30). While I wasn't one of the first people to play that mud, I certainly was in the very early stages of the mud. I haven't played much, but a few years ago I did have the opportunity to go to a few get-togethers down in Chicago. Those were a blast.

Since I'm pretty much a geek, this whole internet thing fascinated me. I heard you could use pictures and stuff. So I left the command line world and found myself inside a browser. I don't remember which browser I lost my internet virginity on, but I found myself wanting more and more. Hell I even found my job at Trek through the internet.

I never got pulled into the sub-culture of the web. I tried to stay inside of windows and its programming as I hopped from job to job. I always dabbed in web programming, downloaded a few napster songs back in the day and found lots of pictures of nakkid women. Ah the age of information at my fingertips was exciting.

Then EverQuest came along and I got sucked back into playing an on-line game. This game enthralled me the first time I picked up the box at the store. It was everything I dreamed about when I was 15 and playing dungeon and dragons (old school style...paper, pencils and imagination). The graphics wowed me (no pun intended). I ate the game up and it consumed me worse than any other game in history. And I met even more amazing people in that game. I also met the one woman who got away. But I would never trade that time I spent with her and I owe that game to being able to meet Mic. And there were other people who I became closely connected too. Spending hours waiting for things to appear or to fight through dungeons has a way of bring people together. But people move on and lives change in time. Some people were smart and gave the game up knowing that their lives were consumed by a virtual world. I hung on. Not to really play the game, but to stay close to those I cared about.

After I got divorced I think the game became less important to me. I found myself happy with who I was and I changed some things about what I was. My career became more important than trying to level a cartoon. I tried to start relationships. I failed, but I tried. I made a few mistakes because I wasn't patient, but I learned from it all. (I still wasn't getting enough sex. Maybe it was all the computer games I was(am) playing. Nah.....)

And of course there was World of Warcraft. While I enjoyed the game, it never became what TFC or EQ did. I spent my fair share of time there. Met some nice people, but I never allowed anyone there to get too close. I tried to keep it what it was...a game.

Now I'm working for a company and I'm the Lead Programmer in designing an Intranet Web Application. It is pretty cutting edge stuff. While the project managers have no clue on how to manage a project like this, it is exciting to see what we are trying to make a web site (browsers, data base and such do...).

Now I've become the geeky hands on nerd of the web. I know more than I ever thought on putting together a web application. Oh, I dabbled and 'knew' enough to put together some light-weight web pages together, but this is different. I hope I can convince the people I work for that I know what I'm doing and they should listen, but when they write the paychecks you let them direct the traffic to a certain point.

However something in the future scares me. Conan...it looks freakin' cool. But who has time to play that? By the way, I've finally mastered a few 'expert' songs in Rock Band...

I have a feeling when I'm in my retirement home. I'll be the only one there still playing video games. I'm such a ner...geek.

cya laterz
moi

Hell week

From every direction, from every experience this past week was hell. To even begin to describe it would call forth demons from the underworld to laugh and mock at my misery. I'd start to complain about work and personal life, but I already hear the cackling of the evil beasts lurking in the background, so suffice it to say it sucked.

How do you turn a bad time/situation around? Without taking a header into a brick wall that is, because while the pain might feel 'good' I don't think that is an ever lasting solution. I think the best way is to surround yourself with friends. Only certain kinds of friends will do, because those at work will only remind you of the turmoil you are constantly facing. The only kinds of friends that can get you out of a terrible set of circumstances are those who can make you laugh and feel good.

These friends are the ones you want to hang around with anyways. It is quite possibly the reason your week has been so terrible. Which usually leads to your significant other. If this person is giving you shit, chances are you cannot escape your problems. What do you do then? You need to explore your circle of friends that you two are mutually friends with. Why? Because if you go hang out with your friend(s) you are tempted to 'talk up' the problems you are having with that person. Since they are with you and it would cause a relationship faux pas to bitch about that person within earshot. Even if you didn't think so, the hell you thought you were living with will get worse.

So you've excluded your partner, your co-workers and your exclusive friends it leaves those who know both of you and that can have some fun. I don't think it creates a blissful existence, but a window of time exists where you can forget about your troubles. It may even give you a shove off in the right direction as you glean that maybe the problems you are having don't seem to be as bad as you first thought.

Or you can come home after a few hours and realize that not only does your life suck, but it's worse than you thought.

cya laterz
moi