Cold Times

Saturday was an interesting day. It rained for the first time in 144 days, and it was about 45 degrees F out. Cold and rainy. I think I lost my jacket (probably took it off when I got too hot somewhere then forgot to take it with me when I left), so I used a couple of long sleeve shirts and light jackets instead. I have a nice hobo sweater that I like to wear, but I couldn't find that either. I might have left it at Barro's.

It was kind of a glum day. My guild in World of Warcraft utterly exploded from drama, something prone to happen to guilds in online games and perhaps to humans in general. I could go into hours of politics and online drama, but the end fact is there's almost nothing to do in game anymore. Nothing worth doing at the end-game of WoW is doable be fewer than 20 people who have a strong idea of what they are doing, and most of the best stuff requires 40. I don't have that many stalwart soldiers to fight with. So WoW is pretty empty. The downside and upside is I might just quit. WoW seems to have "gone cold" as well.

Furthering the whole theme, things just got very cold for humanity in Battlestar Galactica as well! Without going into anything too spoilery (I can't scrape up too much pity for people who are falling behind): They're really struggling to make it, they're just a shell of what they were now, and things are just getting worse.

So anyway, just everything combined, it was sort of a cold, chilling day.