Richard Bartle is the dog's shiznit, just let me say that.?He brogged (yes intentional) this article called "Them's Thinkin' Words…" and I suddenly find myself in a more insightful position regarding feeling out my thought processes. How kewl is that? I went on to trip on other places on his blog, and it's spookily eerie a lot of what he's describing, the way I feel it too. I really feel it. I have such a relief knowing while I stumble+fumble over descripting my innermost self, I become less alone with time. You know how sometimes, when it comes to things that might very well be a personal embarassment, that as life passes, maybe it's not such a big deal?or it still is but you've become much stronger?and you can shout out loud and spread the word, in hopes of helping someone else?
That's what happened here.
I should also mention that Richard (with his very own Wikipedia article) happens to be a MUD pioneer of the highest order. Now, what's totally fruitloopo is that my last entry was just touching on singleplayer text adventures, and here we roll again. Hot damn, all these frackin' connexions. It ain't gonna stop, I know it. I'm stoned outta my mind on watermelon spirit and I know I'm just gonna keep yankin' the cat's tail, from zebrastripe patterns to calico to luxurious ebony and more, and more. I've got the energy and I'm holding the fucking love gun.