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lizblackdog Nov. 13th, 2006 09:38 pm)
lizblackdog Nov. 13th, 2006 09:38 pm)Holy fucking shit, there need to be warnings or something to prevent people with addiction issues from getting their hands on fucking Neopets. It was all right just pootling about posting messages on our funky Guild message boards, giving each other humourous anonymous gifts of fish and half-eaten fruit and taking spins on the free stuff tombolas. It was all light hearted and jolly and we got together in the dotpetchat and giggled about the stupid swearfilters and swapped tips. It was shiny innocent pastel-coloured fun.
But that's never enough, is it? Not for the likes of me. I had to go and start in on the fucking Altador plot, didn't I?
Suddenly the Neopets experience went from passing joints round in a roomful of giggling friends to trudging around town all day trying to score heroin when no one has any. Any sane person would give up after two, eight, twelve, sixteen, thirty-two hours of calling dealers and getting told every hour to try again in another hour, or two, or three, or getting told to walk five miles to a meeting place where the dealer fails to turn up again and again and again and again. Wouldn't they? But that's a place in my mind where I'm not remotely sane, and I'll keep going till I drop, long after I know it's pointless, because I've got that deadly, unshakeable optimism that breaks all of us gamblers and risk takers in the long run.
There is a good side, I suppose. At least Neopets doesn't cost real money and, unlike heroin dealers, it's got online help forums. Phew.
In other news, one of the cats just scared herself, all the other cats and both dogs nearly shitless by switching on the vacuum cleaner. My bad. I usually remember to leave it switched off at the mains. But it gave me the best laugh I've had since beating![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silverblaidd up in the Battledome with a wet snowball.
But that's never enough, is it? Not for the likes of me. I had to go and start in on the fucking Altador plot, didn't I?
Suddenly the Neopets experience went from passing joints round in a roomful of giggling friends to trudging around town all day trying to score heroin when no one has any. Any sane person would give up after two, eight, twelve, sixteen, thirty-two hours of calling dealers and getting told every hour to try again in another hour, or two, or three, or getting told to walk five miles to a meeting place where the dealer fails to turn up again and again and again and again. Wouldn't they? But that's a place in my mind where I'm not remotely sane, and I'll keep going till I drop, long after I know it's pointless, because I've got that deadly, unshakeable optimism that breaks all of us gamblers and risk takers in the long run.
There is a good side, I suppose. At least Neopets doesn't cost real money and, unlike heroin dealers, it's got online help forums. Phew.
In other news, one of the cats just scared herself, all the other cats and both dogs nearly shitless by switching on the vacuum cleaner. My bad. I usually remember to leave it switched off at the mains. But it gave me the best laugh I've had since beating
silverblaidd up in the Battledome with a wet snowball.  |
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