The Occasional Sin: Happy Birthday Rock!

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Happy Birthday Rock!

We here at Occasional Sin Enterprises wish to extend our deepest sympathies to fellow blogger Rock over at Nobody Comes Here Inc., on his yearly oldening day (thank you Bbungles for my new favorite term!). Don't overdo the cake and make sure to thank your mother :)

As this will be my post for the day, I also have to squeeze in a couple of screenshots from my latest WoW adventures. It seems to be Easter over at World of Warcraft (except it's called Noblegarden Festival and it's, oh, late April...still, it's an egg hunt). Everyone playing this weekend, me included, looked like a bunch of idiots running around collecting virtual eggs. No, I know, I know, someday I will write up an eloquent post in which I explain my theory on how WoW is really a way to indulge in obsessive-compulsive behavior. Nevertheless, there I was. The hunt was not entirely unfruitful: I got a spring bunny pet and I got turned into a spring bunny too. I particularly love how even virtual cats are essentially lazy critters. So true.

Mood: celebratory
TV/Music/Book: The Return of the King Extended Edition cast commentary

1 comment:

Rock said...: Thank you very much. Now off to celebrate reaching the distinguished age of 3 awesome and 3.; April 28, 2009 at 10:27 AM

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There was times that week when I'd hear that full-throttled laugh,watch him scratching his belly and stretching and yawning and leaning back to wink at whoever he was joking with, everything coming to him just as natural as drawing breath, and I'd quit worrying about the Big Nurse and the Combine behind her. I'd think he was strong enough being his own self that he would never back down the way she was hoping he would. I'd think, maybe he truly is something extraordinary. He's what he is, that's it. Maybe that makes him strong enough, being what he is. The Combine hasn't got to him in all these years; what makes that nurse think she's gonna be able to do it in a few weeks? He's not gonna let them twist him and manufacture him.

And later...I'd take a look at my own self in the mirror and wonder how it was possible that anybody could manage such an enormous thing as being what he was. There'd be my face in the mirror, dark and hard with big, high cheekbones...eyes all black and hard and mean-looking, just like Papa's eyes...and I'd think, That ain't me, that ain't my face. It wasn't even me when I was trying to be that face. I wasn't even really me then; I was just being the way I looked, the way people wanted. It don't seem like I ever been me. How can McMurphy be what he is?...He hadn't let what he looked like run his life one way or the other, any more than he'd let the Combine mill him into fitting where they wanted him to fit.

~ One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Ken Kesey