Put a Knight through your Chess

Ah, Chess. I’m not good at it but I’m fond of you through helping me get past tough times. Whenever I get too depressed, I always play a game or two with a friend. It eases the mind by:

1. Focusing on the Game

2. Chew the Fat with Friends

3. A Nice Change of Pace from other Activities

And I like having a really nice wooden board and pieces to play on, it adds class to my life. And we all need to feel fancy every once in a while. And if you noticed, the title for this post is a play on words. Put a Knight through your Chess sounds like Put a Knife through your Chest, doesn’t it? Anyhow, I think I might play a game on Chess.com. It’s a very nice site to play Chess on. You can learn better tactics through lessons from videos and/or mentors, as well as playing a few games with your friends. Best of all, it’s free! Find me* on there, and I might just play a game with you.

~Ronzil

Chai-Knee

In order to avoid a massive writer’s block, I’m going to write about dinner tonight. I had what one of my dead Uncles, called, “Chai-Knee”. His name was Chris, and he had Down’s Syndrome. I never knew him for long, but I quote him a lot in memory. Anyhow, I hate Chinese food, or any Asian food, for that matter. But, I do tolerate General Tso’s Chicken and Crab Wontons. So I had that, and a Dr. Pepper because they had no Coca-Cola. At a Buffett. That served Chinese food. I was bored to tears after two plates. My Mom had about 3, then on the way to Wal-Mart to pick up kitchen supplies she was groaning because she gorged on too much food. We came home, and a living family heirloom named Bob called. We are still talking as of now. I will discuss Bob on a later note, in the future sometime. I now must return to the conversation before Mom hogs the phone.

The Friend Zone

There is a saddening relationship beyond that which is feared by men.
It is a relationship as vast as Earth and as timeless as Sexual Intercourse.
It is the middle ground between love and friendship, between marriage and bachelor ship, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his passion.
This is the dimension of a Bachelor’s Nightmare. It is an area which we call the Friend Zone.

WORDdePRESSion

The only reason I don’t do much of anything is this: Depression. Well, I plan to remedy that endless sorrow by doing things other than video games to boost my morale. The first thing, and it’s going to benefit me, is adding content to this graveyard I call my website. I am going to the Press in WordPress. After my site is flourishing, I’m going to reboot some dormant series that I created ages ago. And whilst I’m doing that, I start using FaceBook, Twitter, Instagram and all of the other Social Media sites as they were intended, and not as a glorified RSS reader. This may seem kind of an odd way to battle depression, but it’s what I know. And besides battling depression, I have more content to put into my portfolio. I hope this plan works out and is not just all talk.

Ramp Up the Cramped Space

I’ve been focusing on a few of my problems and thus far, only one has been solved… partially. The problems are as follows: Confront my brother-in-law and admit and discuss our problems, and how we can better ourselves. I admitted my flaws, but I couldn’t bring myself to confront my brother-in-law on his due to my fear of the problems becoming physical. The other problem is a doozy. Making the most of what little space we have in this rat’s nest we call an apartment. The problem doesn’t lay within the boundaries of moving furniture around, it lays within getting the approval of my mother to do so. She says nobody moves anything around except my sister, or else she calls the police. Well hot damn! No wonder this shithole looks the way it does. I tried time and time again, but alas, I couldn’t really make any progress without threats from my mother. That, me living in the living room, and the landlord making false promises about a bigger apartment are setting me over the edge. I honestly don’t know what to do anymore when I get up out of bed. It’s getting to the point where playing games are not soothing the seething pain I endure day in and day out. Not that I make it any better. Hopefully that landlord, who dresses like an 1980’s druglord, makes good on his promise.