tonight is wings night, so we went to the Summer Palace Asian Buffet for chinese (wings hasn't been about actual wings for years now - it's just what we call going out for dinner on a wednesday as a group). it's my favorite chinese place around here for the simple fact that they have sugared peanuts.
we're at Steve's house now. we were watching Heroes, but it is over now. I am on his laptop watching South Park. everyone else is playing Magic: The Gathering, which is super-lame. they're all in this big mania over it again. there was a big lull in Magic activity for a few years now, but it seems to be back with a vengeance. this is one of the only geek activities they engage in that I really just can't get into. it's just so silly. I mean, so much thought goes into it. there are all these rules and stuff that you have to remember. that in itself is more than I am looking for in a hobby. but the amount of money they are willing to spend on a flimsy little piece of cardboard is ridiculous to me. like, warhammer 40k (gamesday, wooooo!) is expensive, I won't deny that. but 40k miniatures are like tiny little works of art. you can paint them and make them look amazing. and they are, or used to be, metal, which is somewhat more substantial than measly paper. I dunno, perhaps this is a dumb argument. regardless, that's how I feel.
although I suppose 40k has a lot of rules to remember, too. to be fair, I don't really play 40k. I just enjoy the art and the universe and the background fluff.
anyway, my point is that I am very bored and I want to go to bed. but I am a hostage. Chris drove us here, and he is very engrossed in his game. also, I feel bad making him stop just because I think the game is boring. I tried suggesting I just go home after wings rather than sitting here bored, but I was apparently vetoed. they are all on me to play, but it is just not going to happen. it doesn't make sense, though. Chris is always telling me that he is concerned that I don't like half the things we do, that I am just humoring him. I assured him that this is not the case. but when I actually make it quite clear how I feel about this, that I really think it is lame, he tries repeatedly to change my mind. would he really rather I pretend to like it, the very thing he was trying to make sure wasn't going on? men are impossible to decode.
whee oohh, it looks like they are finished. I get to go to bed soon!