In Ten days time I shall suffer once more the annual increase in my bodies, if not my mind's Age! A process which sadly all Beings must go through, usually at the same time every year, unless ofc one is Betty Sax-Gotha-Coburg, known by the alias her family created to hide the fact they were cousins to the German Kaiser during ww1 - Betty Windsor.
Upon the 29th Day of August, 2019 i shall hit the ancient age of 41!!
This is real scary first world problem stuff. The gathering of another year onto the biological calender and specific birthdays that terrify or enthuse others such as 18, 30 or 40 don't usually bother me, but I suspect that upon this fateful day I am finally entering middle age. A shocking turn of events all things Considered.
I never really expected to see 25 let alone 30 due to my incredible clumsyness and ineptitude at things like walking on a flat, uncluttered path, lacking in obstacles without tripping.
to me, stairs are fiendish arch villains, each step evilly plotting my physical demise in order to win the prize for finally offing me. :(
So for my existence so far, it has been the entirety of the Multiverse and all its great and little works, whether majestic, moronic or evil incarnate versus the humble Pardoner, Philip Robert Williams, he who is me. And somehow, perhaps due to it suffering technical difficulties, a bug in the Multiverses Software, or its use of a poorly coded operating system, I have been - Victorious, WOOT!! and have thwarted, outtricked, hustled and generally thumbed my nose at all attempts to Terminate me.
I assume that when the time comes for me to ascend from humdrum mortality into the next level of reality within the Multiverse, that the Grim Reaper operating upon this Plane of Existence will be full of awe and respect for my many successful escape attempts. :)
Of course he might be annoyed and toss me through an Oblivion Gate to be pursued by & do battle with Dremora and Daedric Warriors and Daedra God's, which would upon thinking about it be a pretty cool scenario! Long as I can have 3, well 4 weapons to deal with every possible scenario - greatsword for when you really want bits of your enemies flying off at great force, dual swords (2 longswords for being showy) and a dwarven crossbow with Dawn guard volts, enchanted with frost & fire, though I will take a Bow if necessary. All to be built from dragon bone, or at least daedric ingots.
Esp since I am an old hand at the Elder Scrolls universe and having spent months and years playing Elder Scrolls Oblivion, I know the escape clause - grab the gate seal and run back into Tamriel l, and I know the provinces of Cyrodil, Skyrim and Vvardenfel like the back of my hand! :)
Upon the 29th Day of August, 2019 i shall hit the ancient age of 41!!
This is real scary first world problem stuff. The gathering of another year onto the biological calender and specific birthdays that terrify or enthuse others such as 18, 30 or 40 don't usually bother me, but I suspect that upon this fateful day I am finally entering middle age. A shocking turn of events all things Considered.
I never really expected to see 25 let alone 30 due to my incredible clumsyness and ineptitude at things like walking on a flat, uncluttered path, lacking in obstacles without tripping.
to me, stairs are fiendish arch villains, each step evilly plotting my physical demise in order to win the prize for finally offing me. :(
So for my existence so far, it has been the entirety of the Multiverse and all its great and little works, whether majestic, moronic or evil incarnate versus the humble Pardoner, Philip Robert Williams, he who is me. And somehow, perhaps due to it suffering technical difficulties, a bug in the Multiverses Software, or its use of a poorly coded operating system, I have been - Victorious, WOOT!! and have thwarted, outtricked, hustled and generally thumbed my nose at all attempts to Terminate me.
I assume that when the time comes for me to ascend from humdrum mortality into the next level of reality within the Multiverse, that the Grim Reaper operating upon this Plane of Existence will be full of awe and respect for my many successful escape attempts. :)
Of course he might be annoyed and toss me through an Oblivion Gate to be pursued by & do battle with Dremora and Daedric Warriors and Daedra God's, which would upon thinking about it be a pretty cool scenario! Long as I can have 3, well 4 weapons to deal with every possible scenario - greatsword for when you really want bits of your enemies flying off at great force, dual swords (2 longswords for being showy) and a dwarven crossbow with Dawn guard volts, enchanted with frost & fire, though I will take a Bow if necessary. All to be built from dragon bone, or at least daedric ingots.
Esp since I am an old hand at the Elder Scrolls universe and having spent months and years playing Elder Scrolls Oblivion, I know the escape clause - grab the gate seal and run back into Tamriel l, and I know the provinces of Cyrodil, Skyrim and Vvardenfel like the back of my hand! :)
