Dungeon Hence Dragon

For those of you into the "Lingo" you may have noticed a comment on the previous post concerning DMing. And you people will already be aware, pray tell, what this acronym represents. For those of you not in the know I shall illuminate.

DM stands for Dungeon Master. Now before you reach for the back space button like some mad... Back Space Buttoning Type Person, hear me out. Much is misunderstood about Dungeons and Dragons and if you don't believe me read up at Mr Wikipedia for a history lesson.

Now, personally, I don't give a hoot or any other onomatopoeia's what other people think about me playing D&D but I do get a little tetchy that the stereotype has become so ingrained in mainstream media that the mere mention of a protagonist's having D&D as a hobby immediately turns that character into not only a geek (for which I proudly wear the mantle) but more disturbing gives such a character an unverified and undiagnosed mental disability by giving the impression that any minute he (or rarely she) will soon don a medieval weapon of some sort and start shooting/slashing at passers by with little regard for human life. I realize I may not be helping matters by having just created the worlds largest sentence but you know where I'm coming from.

It's a hobby. It's something to do. Now I'm not saying that there are absolutely no "strange characters" out there playing D&D. Of course there are. There are also some very unusual people barracking for sports teams, some who play video games, some who find collecting cutlery stimulating, some who go to work and come home and do nothing every day, some who mow lawns, some who go to nightclubs, some who balance cheque books, even some (and they are very few) who write blogs. In other words there are unusual people in every walk of life.

And maybe, just maybe, if we embraced them all with equal compassion and interest, those who actually do have mental conditions might be diagnosed sooner and get the help they need and perhaps feel better about having done so.

A Life Most Fortunate

I have just gone through and read all my previous posts.

My dear god, I am an immeasurable twit am I not?

So I shall get you few, you wondrous few, up to speed. I am once again back at my Fathers abode, but my father, not here. He is off and about the world entertaining the masses. As he should. His last couple of years doing "A real job" was not only painful for himself (I'm sure) but for those of us watching. A man of that talent is a veritable crime scene in such a job. And I shall say no more about it.

So here I am unemployed (yes, once again) but living in a mansion in the swanky part of town. It is a strange affair when one looks out from one's (well someone else's) balcony, knees shaking from malnutrition, and sees a wonderful view, knowing well that no one in an eighteen kilometer radius has ever looked though a bin for a cigarette butt. It's humbling, but backwards.

I quit my job because I could no longer handle people yelling at me. That is the be all and end all of it. I know in previous posts I have made fickle rants about my lack of enthusiasm of large company policies, but that was not it. I just could no longer handle being the brunt of others aggression. I have worked in pubs and call centres for going on fourteen years now and quite frankly I think I have used up my "Abused Because You're There" quota. Let a younger and more absorbent pleb run the gamut of idiots that only think in hindsight. Let a more robust and idealistic person try to argue the merits of reading "Terms and Conditions" before clicking "I Agree" to people who believe that the Duty of Care does not stop at actual breast feeding them facts.

I'm done.

So once again I blog to you without a foreseeable future. Once again do I display the characteristics of a shopping bag adrift on air currents yet without so much of the So Lovely Your Heart Will Burst but more of a Why Doesn't This Abandoned Shopping Bag Get It's Act Together And Make It's Way Back To The Shopping Centre And Do It's Job. That will make a lot more sense to those of you who have seen American Beauty.

So in summary, I'm here, I'm alive, I have no intention of going anywhere, and I ain't gunna give up until I do it right.

And there, I think, is essentially what everybody is doing.

Just most people are using more magenta than cyan.