I have come to the conclusion that my parents are much cooler than I am.
This is not a tremendous blow, fortunately - I think most of my life has been spent dealing with cooler people than me. It was just an observation that struck me this past Memorial Day weekend, when I drove down to visit my mom and stepdad at their place. Left to my own devices, my weekends usually consist of drawing, reading, the occasional walk, and maybe some painting if I am 'in the zone' (such that it is). Instead, we took the plane up and did some flying around the nearby mountains (I would like to observe that it is one thing to read about the effects of clouds on light planes, and quite another to actually fly), went out riding motorcyles and cruising along some wonderfully curvy roads (near a majestic lake, no less), and then had some people over for an evening of dining and gunplay on the terrace. This is not a lifestyle that I can compete with.
I also noticed, in a similar vein, that they are generally more technologically advanced than I am, despite having come from those dark, dim days when computers were more of a concept coming out of the usage of Bronze Goddesses during The War. My ancient cell phone looked positively archaic next to their smartphones, although I did notice that my mother seems to think that violence is the solution when the phone doesn't do what she wants (this is no surprise, having been raised by her). The plane, being fairly new and modern, was likewise filled with various devices and cunning gizmos, most of which I could only guess at concerning their uses (I did like how the GPS turns mountains a vivid red to indicate "You are too low - you are going to crash into that" though). Oh, and I was reminded once again that I was not on Facebook, and thus could not see various pictures or commentary from my brother on his musings about life (and food, I imagine).
As though such issues weren't enough, I returned home with a few drawings in tow...only to find out that technology wasn't finished with me quite yet. I've spent the last few days working on other issues, but last night I finally took some time to sit down and get some things scanned in. Or at least that was the plan, before the scanner booted up with a terrible clicking noise, and promptly refused to entertain my demands. I spent the better part of an hour disassembling, fiddling, and checking for issues, before I gave up and went to sleep - if things don't improve following another try, it may finally be time for me to embrace change and upgrade.
But I'm not getting on Facebook, I tell you that.
Reading: Ciaphas Cain: The Traitor's Hand
Watching: Dark Souls 2 videos
Playing: Warhammer 40,000 (eventually)