Although my experience of last night's meteorological visitation was nowhere near as dramatic as Mr. Shep's, it did still feel at times as though the house was about to leave the ground, and I feared that we might find Dylan marooned in the topmost branches of a tree at the end of his early morning beating of the bounds. In the end, though, all four corners of the house remained attached and Dylan returned from his perambulations looking wild and windswept, but mercifully branch-free.
The other storm to assail me yesterday was the Black Friday spamathon, which began in the middle of the night and continued all day. I did what I would normally have done, namely nip along to the various gaming sites and see if there were any bargains to be had, and duly filled up my online basket.
And then I went away and thought about things for a long, long time. I tinkered with the basket, substituted items that I knew I definitely wanted for ones that I simply thought I must have now, and then thought about things for much longer. Eventually I came back to the basket in the evening and the items were still there, the stock levels more or less as they had been first thing in the morning.
The voice that had been at the back of my mind all day then pushed its way forwards, reminding me that these were not really bargains, merely items priced similarly to other sites but with a big Black Friday icon stamped over the top. The notion of adding a new pile next to the pile of things I want to play more and the other pile of things I have yet to play at all almost made me empty my cart, but it was clinched by the memory that this particular site had comprehensively done me over on a non-gaming related matter towards the end of last year.
In the end it was easy to shut the tab, clear the cookies, and then sit downstairs and play with something from the unopened and dusty end of the shelf, the bits and pieces of Mice and Mystics spread on the kitchen table to get a feel for how it all fits together. Until then the money stays safe in my pocket, and I shall know in time whether I really miss what I do not have.
When I am not putting notes on paper I like to play. Here are my scribblings.
- [+] Dice rolls