Sunday, July 18, 2004

One of the things I've discovered, and actually use a system for player versus player, is that players with really scary names or members of bad ass sounding clans (names like Bad Ass or clans named Army of ------ are generally a clue) are the ones to write down and attack again and again. I'm sure there's some 12 year in Tulsa who wakes us every morning wondering how in the hell Booby from the Bruce Campbells is thumping his Anarchantichristma of the Ninja Black Death clan every 24 hours. And that's part of the Zen of Kingom of Loathing. I actually forgot to switch back into a more bad ass outfit the other night, and got attacked, and sent my attacker a purple pixel pie to thank him for the lesson. He sent back a nice fancy cocktail. 2:37:56 AM

I drove BA home when he showed up at Sqwires. When I met one of his younger brothers, who just seemed partly retarded on or drugs, not the engaged Walker brothers I know, BA turned to me and said "after me it's all downhill - it's like it just goes" and motioned with his hands, a gradual, and then a steady and then an abrubt downhill slope. That was just such a bold communication, and just a plainly stated fact of his reality, that I quickly stopped myself when I wanted to ask him what he meant. I said what he meant, and after revealing that level of pain, he got out of the car. What will we do with a generation that can listen, but not speak. If an important part of evolution is knowledgemanagement, whether through oral stories or paintings or writing or video, what happens when we reach a generation of humans where we do not even know how to speak to one another, to carry on and refine our sense of selves as humans. Is that when the wolves come, and howl us to our doom? As tired as I was when I got home, Loki did a double nudge to go outside, going outside first, then coming back inside to try to draw me outside again. This may be one of a handful of July nights in his lifetime where it's cool enough where he feels less oppressed by summer. So we stood in the middle of th park for a long time. Afer he got done sniffing around and peeing, he cam over and sat right at my foot, partly on it actually, and we just stayed still, taking in the sounds of the park. I tried to sense what he might be sensing, but all I came across in my mind were colorful moving patterns, vibrant color, almost like a beautifully done color pencil animation. Just in writing that down, I have a sense that that is something to pursue. 2:24:21 AM