On the Subject of Geekhood, Hanging Out and Sewing Progress

I’m a gaming geek, as lots of people know well. So, I was talking to another gaming geek today, and we were talking about characters, and how each character is kind of like a sliver or two of our personalities, and that if you follow that thinking to its logical end, to know all of a gaming geek’s characters is to know all of said gaming geek. It’s interesting, at least, to think about. If I put Reagan, Lizzie, Terra, Britt, Mac, Vincent, Aodhan, Grace, Marissa, Zara, Sunshine and Najia all together, do they equal me? Some of them are similar, but different. Aodhan and Zara could sort of be combined. So could Sunshine and Marissa. And Najia and Reagan and Mac, and Vincent and Lizzie. But still . . . that’s seven-ish archetypes (or fragments, depending on how one looks at it) that fit well to different parts of my personality. Strange, hmm? It certainly makes me curious if this applies to everyone I know who games, or just to the person I was talking to and me. It also makes me wonder if I’m really that simple of a person, or if my characters are that complex.

Anyway! Onward and upward to other more interesting things. I have a friend in England, and he’s absolutely fabulous. Much like the other people I know online that I really call friends (and a couple of you read here), I’d love to just hang out with him. Be it at a pub with soccer hooligans or taking pictures of the riots in . . . Manchester, I think he said it was . . . or whatever, I think it’d be a great time. We’d sit in front of a fireplace in a library crammed full of loads of books on every subject with a messy computer desk in one corner, a laptop in one of our laps, drinking gin, smoking, and eating cake until we couldn’t stand any of the three any longer. Then, we’d make up silly songs and write silly radio shows and it would be fan-fucking-tastic, much like if I met up with Kai or K’wyn or Eric or Dusty, the other internet people I call friends rather than just internet people. I was supposed to meet up with K’wyn this fall, but of course that didn’t work out . . . stupid hubby’s work, getting bought out and changing vacation time policies and what not. But then, when I think about my internet friends, I wonder if I’d get tired of them and they’d irritate me face to face, just like most of the people I know in the real world do. I’m not really much of a people person, I guess – which is strange, because I’d rather be around people I don’t like, even, than by myself.

Sewing is coming along nicely, I suppose. I have a lot to do, still, but my patterns are pretty simple as far as such things go, and as long as the machine cooperates, it moves at a nice clip. If only the machine would always cooperate, I’d be done with everything already. I still need to call Ruth for her measurements – I keep forgetting – but G’s sewing Ruth’s dress for me anyway. I just have my stuff and the girls’ to finish – I’d have Jerry’s too, but we don’t have the money for his fabric (or, well, we do – but when he gets paid, there won’t be enough time for me to sew his stuff), or the pattern I’d need. Folkwear patterns are expensive as hell. I’m looking forward to the event; Eoin will be there, and it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him. He’s one of my favorites of the old guard, and ever since Elspeth died I worry about him a little. He’s old enough to be my dad, but still . . . I worry about my dad, too.

And now, I better get back to that sewing, or it never will get done.