Friday night lights

I just woke up from a long afternoon nap. I really hadn't had time to eat or sleep much since Wednesday. It's dark here. The house was quiet except for the 2 male cats' persistent tug-of-war. Terry has gone off to do Terry things after a rainy day of forced servitude to me. Almost every light in the basement that could be on was on, including the theater lights. So, I suppose gaming was involved.

What is so hard about turning lights off? You aren't afraid of the dark when you are 22, mostly. Though sometimes I still am, courtesy of an long standing childhood memory of an Outer Limits radio program story. Gaming- the Sara Jane Chronicles that I just skimmed was about kids who were being snatched by aliens when they got too good at a first person shooter. "The Last Starfighter" was a better telling of the basic story. I wonder if the story line could be changed to include the turning lights on as a plot point.

Somehow energy wastage should be as interesting to the neo-gaia conservationist director/producer types as RPG results. It would add a level of depth to the characterizations so far unseen in Friday night tv.

Well, I'm none with plants and people for the day. Time to enjoy Harriet Vane and Peter Wimsey play with time tables and their strained relationship. I wonder what other people's solutions for interesting Friday nights are. BC is in a Red Carpet club between long flights. I can hear the rain outside. I think another cup of tea would be lovely.