I was planning on doing some posting about my recent spat of gaming with my 4 (and a half) year old, posting some (poor) photos I took with my phone, but I got sidetracked by something else: a different gaming project. This was a direct result of a blog post posted to someone else's blog. I don't want to get into it at the moment. Really. What I DO want to do is try writing it up a bit. I'm going to try doing that today. Right after this post. And lunch. And maybe a beer.
I find myself wondering, just in passing, if maybe I've lost my edge...or any edge that I ever had. I don't know if anything I've done could really be called "edgy." I think I'd like to be edgy...it sounds cool. But I think I'm more just a loud-mouth who's "on edge" or...maybe...someone who sets other people's teeth on edge. That's not really the same thing.
I don't think one can really set out to be "edgy;" you (or your creative works) either are edgy, or they're not. Trying to be edgy is the surest way of screwing things up in some way, shape, or form. So if I was edgy (and have lost my edge), it really doesn't warrant me pining over what's been lost because...well, because whining doesn't help and trying won't either.
Anyways, I don't feel edgy these days. I feel nice. I feel "cute." I feel sanitized in a lot of ways...scrubbed of anything dark and dirty, with all the sharp edges filed down. And maybe that's a good thing (or, at least, a "not bad" thing). But...well, for whatever silly reason I place some value on a little edginess.
But it's possible that my brain is just in a "melting" phase at the moment. It's hot, as I said.
*Quick NFL Note* The Seahawks' defense looked pretty terrible against 3rd stringers and 2nd-raters last Sunday, giving up 27 points (not counting the special teams TD). Close analysis shows most of this was due to poor play on our linebacker corps. Which causes me to ask the question, just how important was Ken Norton Jr. to our line backers the last few years, and will his loss to Oakland lead this to be an ongoing issue all season? Uh-oh.
Okay, time for lunch.