Current mood: disappointed
I’m such a mystery
As anyone can see
There isn’t anybody else
Exactly quite like me.
~ “Troublemaker” by Weezer
Don't you ever fear, I'm always there
I know that you need help
Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit
You need a guardian
~ “Buddy Holly” by Weezer
Tell me there’s a logic out there
Leading me to better prepare
For the day that something really special might come
Tell me there’s some hope for me
~ “Perfect Situation” by Weezer
Looks like I am on a Weezer trip today. Gotta love me some Weezer – that’s what I always say . . . actually I have never ever said that until now. Still, I should say it more often and will attempt to do so on a consistent basis.
Lack of a segue means that I am going to just jump to my reason for writing which is the game “Travian”. For those of you who don’t know what Travian is – well, that would be all of you, I imagine – Travian is a game online where players build villages; declare war on other villages; etc. Some would call it a role-playing game. (RPG). I consider it a means of actively participating in history. My villages are ancient Roman and I have quite an army of: Legionnaires, Praetorians, and Imperians. Plus I have a full cavalry.
Currently, my game is focused on maintaining trade relations with the much larger villages around me. My existing alliance is small; but will soon join forces with a stronger alliance – if my diplomacy skills work as planned. This game, when I first started, was horribly complicated. I kept getting decimated by neighboring villages. Now, however, I have actually acquired some skill. And as mentioned before – the key to peace is fair trade. They won’t raid me, if I am already providing them with a steady supply of necessary resources – while building up my own stores with their payments. Perhaps the leaders of the world should all have Travian accounts. They may learn something.
Now that I have completely geeked out this posting – I will add one more thing. . . I have U2 tickets to see them in Norman, OK on October 18th. I have not yet selected the lucky person who will be going with me. If you are interested . . . let me know.
Hugs and Kisses!
PERSONAL NOTE: I like you.
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: Something strange is afoot at your place of employment. I strongly suggest that you seek the advice of an attorney . . . before you find yourself 4 feet deep in quicksand.
