Confessions
Hello. My Name is D. S. Vic, and I’m a Facebook addict.
In this life there are many things people do to relax and unwind. As mentioned, my preference is playing games via Facebook, Big Fish Games and a plethora of other sites over the years. I love to sit here in front of the computer and just turn my brain off (most of the time).
Sometimes the turning the brain off part doesn’t work so well. In those cases, I choose games that allow me to process my issues while keeping my hands and eyes busy.
Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time on Facebook playing Café World and Zoo World and Farmville. I greatly enjoy the (insignificant?) feeling of accomplishment when I get to serve a dish, improve my menagerie or harvest a large crop. I like it when the game audience cheers for something I’ve done. See? Even in pixel format I’m seeking fans.
Sigh.
Anyway, I’ve long known I’m really just a misunderstood couch potato. I’m a computer spud. While other people are out exploring the world around them, touching and feeling and experiencing and playing in the “real world”, I’m here in my safe little burrow. I like it here. There’s coffee readily available. There’s pizza delivery just a mouse-click away. There’s a bathroom right next to the office/computer room. It’s safe here.
Mr. Fixer is not of my particular persuasion. He wants to build things, touch things, tear things down, fix things and in general, interact with the “real world”. He likes to explore his environment in a tactile way. I like to explore my world in an imagination/keystroke kind of way.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t spend all day every day on the computer. In fact, there have been a few days when I haven’t even entered the office at all. And, whenever Mr. Fixer draws my attention (which is a lot of the time, by the by), I am wholly immersed in him. After all, had I not disconnected from the computer and chosen to take a little ride with him, how would I have discovered that it IS possible to rig up a manual, gravity feed, fuel delivery system?
Still, my dear, darling husband’s brand of adventure – blowing off steam – sometimes scares me. For instance, he recently had a rough day at work. There was some vehicle which was causing him all sorts of different problems, requiring him to spend almost 10 hours on a job which called for 5. He finished that particular vehicle but still had a lot of pent-up frustration. Therefore, he decided to teach Odie how to Luge.
Now, I’m not sure if it was really the frustration of the day or the recent end of the Olympics, but for some reason, Odie was fully interested in learning about this two-man bobsled idea. I’m thinking that the Babysitter was either away from his post for a few minutes or – more likely – foolishly trusted Mr. Fixer to not do anything reckless.
Regardless, the husband climbed to the top of the mountain (in this instance, the staircase to the loft of the shop) with his sled (a large, cardboard box). He set the sled at a precarious angle at the top of the stairs, stepped in and propelled himself down the stairs and half-way across the empty shop.
Shakes head.
Odie couldn’t resist. He wanted to try it. Somehow, though, Odie had the sense to not want to do it alone. Such activities are dangerous, don’t you know. Mr. Fixer, however, blowing off steam, tricked innocent Odie into getting into the sled/box first… then PUSHED IT, and Odie, over the edge!
The phone call describing said event to me had both crazy goobers’ laughter, so I knew both of them were okay, but still…
I’ll let my husband, and Odie, take on those dangerous activities. I think I’ll stick with my farming. The worst damage I’ll get is a blister on my little finger… maybe a blister on my thumb.
Until next time…
PS. 10 points for anyone who can tell me from what song that last line comes.
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