Real Life Happens

I spent yesterday in the car, driving across Texas to arrive in El Paso.  One of my closest friends lost his father in a pretty horrible accident, so I'm here for whatever little support I may be able to provide.

I've got nothing profound to say.  Pain is part of the human experience and loss is inevitable; it doesn't make it any less tragic.

I had three primary running buddies in high school in England.  Three of us live in the states and the fourth is living his rock star dreams back in Europe, filling in as a lead singer in a killer cover band.  We all of us are still in touch and get together every decade or so.  Time falls away when you're hanging out with someone who knows you, and there are very few people who know me quite so well.

I managed to hold on to some of my stuff from the original Space Crusade run.

Games were a big part of our entertainment back then, including (on the rare occasions we were forced indoors) D&D and Space Crusade... and the last, of course, hooked me in a big way.  That said, games are never more than an excuse to hang out with people.

It's why I'll always prefer social games to computer games - playing with yourself isn't the same experience, is it?

Yea, I went there.

Point is, people are what's important.  We will always define ourselves through our ties with others, because man is a social creature.

It's why a hermit is strange.

I hope your friendships are grounded on something important.