Gardening in the streets of Athens

You see, I constantly wonder why I'm here - well not constantly - and not ... here, per se, but rather "here" as in this blogging place. To say something. I find this utterly fascinating. In case you hadn't already guessed that. Bizarre, no?

The mention of Athens is inspired by the latest game I've been playing and, yes to all the gamers out there, I know that this is quite a bit old so there's nothing amazing about it, but for those who haven't played it (and are above the requisite age limit in their respective countries) "God of War" is a guilty pleasure of an action game the likes of which no console game comes close. Yes, one could argue that Ninja Gaiden sets the bar so high that nothing could come close, but I would disagree wholeheartedly. For you non-gamer folk, just imagine God of War to be the best ... depiction? Would that be right? I don't know - well, think of it as the "best" depiction of mythological war. It's just ... fucking great.

So this week, the 11th book in the Wheel of Time series comes out. I am so fucking excited, man. It's like a moment to remember - I don't think there's any book out there that has spoken to me like the Wheel of Time books. Well, considering there are ten of them, it would have to be one pretty fucking big book. I mean - I'm asking for it from the LotR fans out there - but this world blows the saga of the rings out of the water. In terms of complexity and depth, characters, fucking epic scale. I find it hard to believe that no one has turned to lap this up and turn it into the biggest thing since the Ham & Cheese sandwich was first conceived which, by the by, is one of the best sandwiches ever. It's simple enough that you don't have to go through bizarre procedures of preparation. And, with the right and random condiment, it becomes something else. With ketchup, awesomeness. Throw in some mayo and you're looking at something good still. And you can even toast it and turn it into something else entirely.

I hate people who can't keep their word. On the smallest level - not even a word, but when you say that you're going out to do something and that you'll rush back, that you will come back, perhaps not with unabated haste, but at least come back sooner rather than hanging around returning hours later and then asking you to feed her fucking child when she should have taken care of it in the first place.

Reasons why I'll never be a parent. I can't stand them or their rotten children.

And then you're targeted when you don't meet your end of the "bargain" - I really can't stand some people some times - perhaps even all of the people most of the time. Certain folk, I would lay down my life for - whether they know it or not, no matter how much or little I know of who they really are. I don't know why. But others ... no. I wouldn't care.

I I I I.

Till another day when the cat crows.