Listening to an online radio station with roatating DJs…at the moment they are playing Techno. I turn the sound off to take a phone call, and I turn it back up, and it's like the music hadn't gone anywhere, it was exactly how I rememberd it….oh jeez…techno…hehehe.
A friend introduced me to a fun game, that only takes a little time (you're limited to how much you can do each day, which I think is good, it ensures I won't get too bored of it quickly), called kingdom of loathing. It'sbased on RPGs, but it's all comical and stick-figure-esque.
So I finally went caching again, it's been too long since I've gone. I was planning on doing one that I just discovered is actually in my neighborhood (it's a puzzle cache, so it took me a bit to figure it out the coordinates), but when I drove up there, a guy was getting out of his car with his little daughter (like maybe 4 or 5). I felt really self-conscious all of a sudden. It is a weird hobby, but perfectly safe and legal, but still, it would seem a bit odd to this guy to see me (hippy hair and all) trekking into the woods with a backpack and GPSr, so I decided to go after another one across town (which is fairly new). So I go to pull into the parking lot at that park, and lo and behold, the guy in front of me pulls in to. I grit my teeth and park, he ends up just pulling over so he can make a phone call, so I trek in. It was a nice park, I never knew it was there (a huge benefit to the sport), I found the cache, and had a really good time doing it. I think I'm going to try to do the first cache tomorrow.
