Fake Lives Often Outstrip the Real Ones

At the chess club this morning. Someone suggested I was trying to seduce pirates. If so, I said, my strategy was backfiring. I received an IM from someone I didn't know saying, "Hi. Want to chat?" I said, "Sure." He didn't say anything for a long time then logged off. Another person I didn't know showed up at the club wanting to play chess, then logged off after one move because he couldn't figure out how to use his camera. A lot of people seem to be allergic to even the teensiest bit of effort.

Still trying to find a job. What a demoralising experience. I put in a bunch of time and effort into finding places that say they're hiring, then filling out applications for them, and then not hearing back and getting the sinking feeling I won't. I saw a sign for a job fair the other day for August 30th but when I went back to check the time and location of the job fair, the signs were gone. Was it cancelled? Who knows. I feel like I'm missing some really tenacious thing I ought to be putting my full effort behind and everyone will later accuse me of being lazy for not doing. Well, I've only been at it a week, there is a good possibility still a lot of the places just haven't had time to get back to me.

I installed the Skyrim expansion a couple nights ago, Dawnguard. It's the first Bethesda expansion I can think of that really changed the fundamental game in a few ways, maybe most notable the ability to use weapons while on a horse. This proved somewhat awkward when I attempted it--the two bandits I found just quickly killed my horse, though this was probably because my character is level 63 and the bandits were probably levelled to a point where they could quickly slaughter an unarmoured critter like a horse. I tried riding and using a bow, but this wasn't too useful since I couldn't aim the bow without moving in the same direction with the horse. Maybe if I can remember the cruise control button. Mostly I'm hoping someone will make a jousting mod, if that isn't already part of the content I'll eventually see in the Dawnguard plot.

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