What to say

I play games because real life is hard. I play games because they are fun. I play games because it's one of the few places I'm in control. I play games because the feedback is limited to a small window, and not a buzz of overpowering noise that invades my skull. I play games because I can analyse their rules and understand them, and work within them knowing exactly what to expect. I play games because there I can succeed.

The Daedalus Project - Addiction

Google Video time wasters

The things you find out there in cyber space. This is from The Jaime Kennedy Experiment.

Expressions

Sometimes I'm overwhelmed, I don't know how to show you just how I feel.

I want to make tender passionate love to you.

On a beautiful four posted solid oak bed, with freshly laundered white linens.

In the middle of a meadow, with a river running through it.

Then write a soul wrenching ballad about the experience.

And play it on a mountain top, with full symphonic orchestral backing.

As I step out of my skin and blaze with pure light.

Then rain down like a monsoon that will cover the world.

There are not words, deeds, or any other expression to show you the strength and depth of my love, sometimes I feel like I'm going to explode because I can't release it.

But what can I do? I look at you with emotion brimming in my eyes, and you think I'm upset. Then I fall back on the three most over used words in the english language . . . I love you.

To every girl

I found this on a friends Blog, it certainly applealed to me. I'd like to be the kind of guy that makes this girl happy.

To every girl that dresses cute, not skanky.


To every girl who wants to be called beautiful, not hot.


To every girl that will spend her whole day looking for the perfect present for you.


To every girl who gets her heart broken, because he chose that bitch instead


To every girl that would die to have a decent boyfriend.


To every girl who would just once like to be treated like a princess.


To every girl that cries at night because of another heartbreak.


To every girl that won't get down on her knees and open her mouth just to get a boyfriend.

To every girl that just wants to hold hands.


To every girl that kisses him with meaning.


To every girl who just wishes he cared more.


To every girl who would just once want a guy to give their jacket up when they are cold.


To every girl who just wants him to call.


To every girl who lies awake at night thinking about him.


To every girl that just wants to cuddle.


To every girl that just wants to sleep with him without having sex.


To every girl that is SCARED to put her heart out there again, because she has been HURT too many times or so badly.


To every girl who shows how much she cares and gets nothing back.


To every girl that thought 'maybe this one could be the one'.


To every girl that laughs at stupid stuff when she actually doesn't think it is funny.


To every girl who is just looking for that one and only and is having a rough time along the way.


To every girl that has been cheated on, because she's not a slut who gives it up to any guy.


To every girl that doesn't want a guy who just plays with her emotions but actually cares about how she feels.

To every girl who wants words backed up with actions.


To every girl that fell for all the lies only to find themselves alone in the end.


To every girl that gave her heart away to have it shoved back in her face.

To every girl that has faith that 'tomorrow will be a better day.'

It will be.

Hindsight is 20:20

I never knew there was a clue. But of course there was.

It wasn't long ago that Crysta asked me to download some songs. When I started working I coppied all my music to the work computer to listen to. Sitting in my office, brought to tears by my own foolish blindness I listened to this:

"I miss my friend
The one my heart and soul confided in
The one I felt the safest with
The one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again
And let the light back in
I miss my friend"

rat a tat tat
the machinegun rattle
of the keyboard
from the next room
I love you, I love you , I love you
ten thousand little needles
leave me broken and bleeding

Photo Competition

I entered 16 photos in the 'Williston Hard Spring Wheat Show" last weekend. Don't ask me what hard spring wheat is, but I know my photos had nothing to do with it. That may be one reason none of my 'landscape' or 'buildings/ equipment' photos didn't get anywhere, I'll see if I can find out what did do well, and if I can do better next year :). My people photos did pretty well though, a second and a third. Not bad for my first ever photo competition. Never mind that one of the winning ones was thirteen years old. I wonder how my niece Hayley feels about me winning a competition with a nude photo of her, even if she was only about three at the time. I called the piece Folk and it is my step father Richard Harford and his grand daughter taking a moment together during a camping trip for the Auckland Folk Festival (Auckland, New Zealand) in 1993. I have this photo up around the house as it's so real, such an amazing portrayal of Richard, his personality and everything he means to his children and grand children. Shot in black and white and taken with a Sigma camera and Sigma 28-70mm lense. A photo of my step-daughter Ella took second place. Again this was shot in black and white with the Sigma, but the film was not true black and white and lacks some of the grainy depth that gives character to other black and white shots. I called it Chaste and it shows Ella fleeing from me across the virgin sand of Long Beach in Washington, USA on a windy day in May 2004. If I can just figure out how to post it, I'll put up a sidebar with a sample of the phots.