Green Gabbro

Only X-treme Corporate Loyalty would drive me to sit in an internet cafe in a ski resort town while small (and adorably nerdy) adolescents tell me how to use computers. I had three-cycle semilog graph paper, but three cycles is not enough! Six cycles constructed of two sheets is not enough! Only four-cycle semilog graph paper printed out from the Internet will do, and I will be mentioning the loudmouthed questions of the “hey how do I do this and that in my game that has obnoxious sound effects?” kid at review time. That kid has been in the Medieval Barbituate. He almost won, too.

I am the oldest person in the room, which is not at all a refreshing change from hearing stories of how you could once upon a time buy land in these mountains for $150 and boy haven’t families sure fallen apart these days? But since I just spent most of the day reading under pine trees, getting up every half hour for a two-minute measurement, I really can’t complain.

But I can feel old and square. Very square.