Yeah, forgot to mention this last week, but my raid dropped Netherspite for the first time. This marked our first complete Karazhan clear, so go us or somesuch.
For a fist-kill the loot was bleh. I got lucky on our first Nightbane kill to walk away with my BP, but no such luck on mah pants! It really chaps my ass that the Spiteblade isn’t an upgrade. Damn you Blizzard! Where are the goddamned swords?!
Oh, wait. They’re in the next 2 tiers of content up. GG, assholes. If I keep pounding away at zee PvP I might get a new pair of swords sometime right before the expansion hits.
note: I don’t think I mentioned it in other wow-posts, but I’m the wtfpwn rogue in the middle with the mongoosed daggers.
Yes, my roof still leaks. Needless to say, that makes the recentweatherpatterns especially troubling. I wrote a pleasant letter to the “administrator” over a year ago when the leak first appeared. I’ve been attempting to follow up via phone on and off since then. Best line from all the conversations: “I didn’t receive a letter.” But the check for my dues that was stapled to the letter got cashed, so that statement seems… improbable, to say the least.
So I realize that my next door neighbors are the V-P and Secretary of the board and during one of the typhoons last week I asked one of them to come take a look at my waterfall. She was rather disturbed and called the administrator immediately demanding action…of her answering machine.
I missed her initial call whilst driving to my parents home for the weekend and returned it about 3 hours later. Three guesses as to where this story goes… I’m on my 4th call-back-back-back-back so far and I have yet to speak to her directly. Best line of day, from a post-it on my door. “Diane said she hasn’t heard from you, please call her cell phone and you’ll get her right away.”
I, and my neighbors, pay this woman, btw. We PAY her to treat us like shit.
We have the annual board meeting in early September, my statement to the association promises to be colorful, to say the least.
Upside, it’ll be winter soon, and it doesn’t leak during the winter.
So yeah, I haven’t had a job since October of last year. It’s an interesting experience, actually. A wild confluence of events turned a 3-month “break” into what may amount into nearly a full year off. I guess at that point you can call it a sabbatical or something? At any rate, I’m cranking out emails and such in full force now looking for yet another IT job I’ll hate in six months. My optimism is infectious, no?
I still hold out hope that some MMO studio will return my emails so I can con them into a producer or an associate designer gig. That’s no small task for people who have actual industry experience, let alone someone who’s spent the last decade in IT/IT management.
One morning it hit me – I’ve been spitballing a game concept on and off for the last year, why not actually WRITE IT DOWN. Artists have a portfolio and “shipped titles” are generally considered to be the analog for a producer or designers so why can’t I create one?
Given how my thought process works a simple document would be nigh useless. After a week it’d be so convoluted that you’d need a cryptex to decipher every 3rd paragraph. My solution was to use a wiki and it seems to be working pretty damned well so far. Navigation and categorization let me easily move around to edit/add details to stub entries and the built-in metrics show me where I last left off or places that are unfinished.
I’ve been at it for about two weeks now and I have around 50 entries written for the skills system. Writing it all down has also helped me see some weaknesses that the random afternoon navel gazing never revealed.
Holy crap. I can barely polish off one of those 1lb. burgers at Hardees without feeling full. I should see if they’ll serve me one of these bad boys. No ketchup though, that just makes it sloppy.
From what I understand people are actually “protesting” this. OH NOS someone will think it’s cool and get fatter. Guess what, if you don’t know that habitual fast food meals will make you a tubby, acne-riddled blob of goo I can’t be bothered to sympathize. Sorry. It’s not you, it’s me. Well that’s a lie. It’s you. It’s all you and your stupids.
So a guildmate and friend of mine is taking a year off of law school to campaign for Barack Obama. That is, in a nutshell, wicked cool.
To chronicle his adventures and to keep in touch with those of us who merely comment on politics rather than put any actual effort in he’s started up a brand new and as yet unnamed blog.
I love how the only real god is the retarded {Jew|muslim|gay|black} hating one. I don’t seem to remember that being in the pamphlets growing up. The fact that the “guest chaplain” didn’t tell these d-bags to go fuck themselves is a testament to his self-control and tolerance of those with significantly lacking mental and spiritual reserves.
It’s one thing to go fanatical zealot freak-o with the whole “thou shalt have no other god” thing in your personal life, but this is the Senate. This is the group of men and women elected to uphold the constitution and to serve the whole of their country. Not just the Christians. Not just the white, male land-owners. The whole god-damned country.
I can scarcely fathom how far one must have their head up their own (or a friends) ass to not embrace what actually makes this country worth a damn. America is and must be a plural society and our leaders must reflect that plurality – even if only once and a while.
Freedom of (and from) religion is important. The same rights that let you pray to baby Jesus implicitly protect the rights of others to praise Ganesha or no one at all. This should not be a difficult concept.
edit: added a suitably ridiculous title as I somehow forgot last night… edit 2: welcome to the reference.
It would seem that I am in the minority on this one, but I did not enjoy the latest Harry Potter movie. Maybe it was just the aggregate rottenness of the day, but it just didn’t work for me. I figured catching a 12:30 show on a Thursday would net me a less-than-full theatre, but alas I am a complete idiot. At least one bus full of little brats was in the parking lot already and apparently they had been there for some time as I was 20 minutes early.
Needless to say the place was packed full of obnoxiousness and my seat was less than desirable. I love Star Cinema, but man-o-man do not sit along the fringes. The speaker directly above/behind me was an order of magnitude louder than the others and slightly out of phase. So every piece of dialog was delivered with a really loud echo.
Then there’s the 3D. The best scene in the movie was completely ruined by the stupid 3D. If I thought the overall movie was as good as the last four had been I’d bother seeing it in a non-iMax.
Oh well, Half-Blood Prince & Deathly Hollows are what? 2 years away? At least someone slapped some sense into Emma finally.